and she's off...

brette started preschool on wednesday.

and don't let this face fool you,

she was not happy.

i would love to say that she had the best day

ever and it was so great,

but, that's not exactly how it went down.

she cried.

a lot.

from the moment i went in her room to get her

dressed for school she started crying.

she stopped for a bit when i turned on cartoons

and i even managed to get her outside for a picture.

once we got to school she clung to me and

would not look or talk to anyone.

when her teacher asked her a question,

she looked at me and said,

"i don't know what's she talking about."

i died.

so i walked around a showed her different places

to play, where her cubby was and where to use the bathroom.

when i finally did go to leave,

she lost it.

i had to get the teacher to come back and 

take her off me so i could actually get out

of the classroom.

at least i managed to escape with no tears.

i didn't want to add to our drama.

its so not the way i wanted her first morning to go.

i thought about her all day, hoping she was loving it.

when i picked her up from school that afternoon her

teacher told me she had a good day,

took a nap and was quiet.

(i was thinking - that ain't my girl)

when asked brette if she liked her school and had a good day - 

she said no.

i asked her if she liked her teacher -

she said, "she's disgusting and has poop on her face."

well great.

luckily, when i took her back on friday,

she walked right in, took a seat and 

didn't cry at all.

AND she got rave reviews from her teacher again.

so i'm thinking she really does like it there.

she just likes to give me a heart attack when possible.

sounds about right.