Back at Home in Pre-K

When Alexander was four months old, we enrolled him in daycare. I was still shooting at the Studio so daycare was the only option. His daycare is great. Everyone has his best interest at heart. His very first caretaker loved him as her own. She nurtured him as an infant, jumped for joy when he took his 1st steps, bought him the sweetest Christmas gifts, cried when we left, the list could go on. He has since moved on from that 1st caretaker - actually had four more teachers before we were able to stay home with me and the Sisters.


Now that he is 4 years old ("Mom, I wanna pretend I'm 5) we enrolled him back at his old school. Our church parish school didn't work out for Pre-K, so we chose to go back where it all began. Where the nurturing began. Where all the love grew. Where all of the timeout corners were worn out. Where he learned to cut paper in the paper cutting station (seriously, his last teacher said he could sit there for hours cutting up construction paper.) Where he threw Tyler's hat across the fence into the canal below.


This morning when Daddy & Momma dropped him off after 1 year of being gone, it felt like home. It felt like I was dropping him off with family. It felt good. It felt like home.

And just what have the Patties been up to while Bubb was gone for the day?

Eating doughnuts, drinking milk, running errands....

wearing their purple mary janes....

reading books to each other....

Seriously, they sat forever jabbering to themselves over their Little Golden Books.