This is what she WANTED to wear her first day:
(that is a visor connected to the fabulous sunglasses. Thank you, Oma!)
Monday we met her teachers and asked all the pertinent questions like (listing them for Aunt Amanda's viewing)
1) Who takes the kids potty? (bathroom in the room, door wide open, no yelling about having just pooped)
2) How do you discipline? (remove from situation, distraction, floggings with a wet noodle)
3) Do you call if there are tears of tremendous unhappiness? (they give child 30 min trying numerous tactics, then call the mama and hope she's not pretending to not hear it)
4) Even though Bella leaves at noon, can I stay and take a nap with the children? (A stare, then firm "No.")
Bella's best friend, her beloved Mitchell, is in her class. At their teacher meet n' greet, they held hands nearly the entire time. Fortunately, Mitchell is more ga-ga over Bella than she is for him. After about 30 minutes, Bella crossed her arms and growled when he tried to hold her hand for the umpteenth time.
This morning she woke up ready to go and there were no tears when we dropped her off. She was the first kid there, which was great so she could get acclimated. AND she could direct the kids as they came in to where they should play and with whom.
This is right before school. So excited. So much backpack.
We picked her up at noon and as expected, she was upset because she wanted to have lunch with the other kids. That's fine but the stickler is if she stays for lunch she has to stay for nap and she is NOT all about that. When she's bigger, she told us with a grin and skipped out of the school, giant backpack bouncing on her back.
A good first day. I am pleased.
This is Ava wondering when the heck she gets her nap and when it stopped being all about her.