First day of preschool
I had a lovely nostalgic blog post planned for this evening, to reminisce on the past four years and ponder how my Little Man is now a preschooler. “I’m a preschooler,” he’s been proudly proclaiming to anyone who will listen all summer, delighted with his new role. And today was a special day in the life of a preschooler. His first day in the classroom as an official preschooler. He was hesitant at first on arrival, but soon realised all his friends were there and his fears vanished.
Unfortunately, his baby sister has been feverish all day and generally under the weather, so my nostalgia will have to wait while I tend to my baby, and a photograph of the proud preschooler will have to suffice.