Our third boy is now going to school. It's an official preschool instead of the neighborhood co-op from last year, and it's the same place Ben went so we were glad he got in.
He has been waiting and waiting for his turn. And the first morning, after the big boys left for school at 8:15, JB says Andrew kept asking when it was time for him to leave. He goes 9:30-12 three days a week.
That backpack has his name on it, and is almost as big as he is. He really has nothing to carry in it yet, but look how cute.
The week before was orientation, and they asked that younger kids not come. So we got a babysitter for James, and he cried the whole time -- even though he knows and loves this other family!
Look at that reproachful face upon pickup. Now it's James Byron and John Byron together until Andrew is done with preschool or mommy is done with work, whichever comes first.
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Oh, poor James! We felt so bad that he had a hard time. Cory kept bringing him toys and snacks to try to make him happy; it was sweet. I'm so glad Andrew loves preschool. It's such a fun (but challenging) age.
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