Fawn was so excited to start school. Of course, in typical Fawn style he fussed about getting ready and pretended to be so sad to miss the morning with Small Fry and me. He even claimed that he wanted to run errands! But once we arrived at school he was beside himself with excitement. He did not look back at me -- no kiss, no hug, no hesitation. It hurt my feelings a bit, but I was also amazed at how much he's grown in the past year and how self-assured he is. He even rejected my attempt to introduce him to his teachers, bypassing such pleasantries for a huge pile of matchbox cars.
I had that motherly, knot-in-your-stomach feeling all morning hoping he was enjoying himself, getting comfortable and behaving (after a summer of the crazies!). When I picked him up he was his usual wild man self. Even referred to me as "girl" in front of his teachers -- excellent first impression of my parenting. He was able to tell me his teachers' names, that he went to art class today, that he didn't eat his lunch, that he played with his best friend T, and that his friend P turned four and they had cookie cake to celebrate. For Fawn, that's quite a load of information to dump on mommy in the car ride home. Must have been a great day. Hoping for a fabulous year.
We started the day with Fawn's favorites for breakfast -- a buttered biscuit, a slice of bacon and grapes.
Posing with his new school bag.
Love sweet Fawn, who made me brush his hair to make sure he looked handsome.
A little brother love.
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