any given thursday

and so began the rest of my life. my baby girl started her school career this morning at 9 am. these past few weeks have been filled with so much anticipation and anxiety - for both sissy and myself - that i am happy to say that the first day of school went off without a hitch. (which is a funny little saying, but i said it anyway)

nearly every night at bed time, the time for goodnight kisses has been significantly extended by the list of questions about the new school, her tears and "i dont waaaant to goooo". last night i nearly just told her she could stay home and i would never make her go to school. ever.

then this morning came and everything changed.
sissy bounced out of bed and ran to get dressed, had me fix her newly bobbed hair, ate her honey sandwich (the only thing i could convince her to eat on such a momentous occasion) and was headed out the door. i did get her to stop for a few pictures and a short interview on the way, but it wasnt easy.

bub and i, along with her little brother, took her to class, where she marched right in and sat down as if she had been doing this for a hundred years. i was trying to convince myself to swallow the lump in my throat and saying "dont cry, dont cry" under my breath-- and there she was, just as fine as she could be.

while she enjoyed her class, her brother picked out some flowers for her, i cut them and put them in a vase for when she got home. we went shopping for all the things to make spaghetti, which was her meal of choice for the first day of school - and then it was time to pick her up. (her main complaint, and mine, was that school was too short.)

she was very quiet about her day for a while, but soon she started telling me all about sitting at the blue table with all of the boys, her new friends, 'hips and lips', and how to not be a piggy at the water fountain. she colored a heart for her teacher, which she instructed should be kept FOREVER, and she made a discovery.
"mom," she said with a little smirk, "its a really good thing i wore a dress today."
"yes, baby, you look really pretty, im glad you wore that dress," i told her.
"yeah, but its good because i went to potty during class and i noticed that i forgot to take off the bottoms of my pajamas this morning."
i was laughing uncontrollably at this point, and said "thats really funny, baby. i guess it WAS good that you wore that dress today - instead of just pajama bottoms!"