The first week...
Kindergarten: so far, so good. Henry doesn't complain about not wanting to go, he happily boards the school bus, loves sporting his blue backpack (Which was his second choice; first choice was an utterly flamboyant Tinkerbell backpack that had actual green, glittery wings protruding from the back. He's got a thing for the 'bell.), eats all of his lunch and most of his snack, comes home tired, plays for a while, refuses to eat dinner, plays some more, then goes to bed.
Dave and I have also been handling it pretty well. We haven't had any emotional meltdowns over our baby going to school, mostly because he seems so ready for it. We do have conversations over who gets to go pick him up at the bus stop and who gets to stay home while Holly naps. Very civil, "No, no, I insist, *you* go!" types of conversations; whoever wins gleefully heads out the door.
What I was most concerned about was being able to get our act together in the morning. We're not used to getting up at 6:30AM. Dave and I figured out what each of us should be doing in order to get to the bus on time: Dave gets the kids up and dressed while I get breakfast together and make Henry's lunch. Mostly it's been going well, although I will confess that after blearily boiling some oatmeal this morning, I spiked Henry's bowl with cumin instead of cinnamon. Nothing like the smell of armpit to snap you to attention. Henry's loving getting back to his bento box lunches. He doesn't really eat much of a variety of foods, so everyday he gets sandwiches cut
into shapes
, sliced apple, and milk. For snack I send him in with some kind of carb and a Babybel cheese wheel.
It's been nice getting to spend some uninterrupted time with Holly. It's reinforced what I've always suspected: she's a sweet little cutie-pie. I have a feeling that next week I'll be telling you that she's learned to walk. Dave put it best last night: for her walking isn't a question of ability, it's more a question of her deciding to go ahead and do it.