Yes, I'm a Boob!

Drexton started Kindergarten this morning! The last of our 4 children. I thought I was ready. I knew he was, sort of, (little momma's boy sometimes), but intellectually, and socially, yes. We've been talking for several weeks that I'm not going to school with him this year. (As Addie put it, I retired!) He kept saying, "I know", but then has not gone to Primary by himself for a couple months. Last week I finally got him to go to Primary by bribing him he could do gymnastics, but only if he was a big boy and go to primary and school by himself. Then yesterday I had to substitute his primary class and I thought, "Oh, no! We may have just ruined what we've been trying to accomplish."
So last night, we set the school clothes out, set the alarm, he even put his backpack and shoes by the door. And he was up at 7a.m., dressed, and ready! Yay!!


Drexton's not too sure about going inside the classroom without me.




On our 2nd of 7 rotations, he started smiling.




By the end of the rotations, and found out how nice his teacher, Miss Mellor, and the aide who Taggert also had, Mrs. Kingery is, he said, "You can go now."

 The teacher asked all the parents to come to the classroom and help the kids find everything this morning, and I thought, "What is she thinking! I'm never gonna get out of there now." But then once I had to leave, and he was fine, (probably because he had 4 girls on his table and 1 boy), I was not! I had my adorable little nephew with me and thought that would take my mind off it, but it didn't. As I was putting him in the carseat I realized how fast these little kiddles grow up and I got a big lump in my throat, texted Brad, and the tears started rolling. Yes, I thought I had looked forward to this day when all my children were in school, but like I've said for 3 years now, can I just freeze them!?! Then I tell myself enjoy it now, next year's even worse, 1 in high school, the girlie in jr.high, a 4th grader, and the baby in 1st grade-ALL DAY!