I'm about to write exactly what I thought I would write

Today was Back Seat Girl's first day of preschool. It went pretty much exactly how I thought it would go. We started off with a good breakfast of muffins and smoothie (Yes, she insists on drinking her smoothie out of that play goblet). She got dressed in new school clothes while Back Seat Boy and I put one our chauffer clothes. This part could have gone faster, but I'm dealing with BSG here, so nothing gets done at lightning speed. There also could have been less whining, but alas, four year olds are horribly misunderstood. She wanted her picture taken by the firepit, so I obliged.

Here's the serious one:

She also wanted to make a funny face:

We got there in plenty of time. The doors weren't open so we hung out outside waiting until the little yellow school bus pulled up with most of her classmates on it (she'll get to ride it on Mondays from her daycare provider's house).

Here we are waiting:

BSB and I ran to the grocery store to pick up a few odds and ends, then hung out at home for the rest of the morning. I'm hoping to become more organized at this whole thing in the weeks to come, and spend my time more wisely. I now know exactly how long it takes me to get from here to there and I realize that they aren't going to be outside of the classroom right at noon.

It was a beautiful day, so while we waited for her class to come out BSB and I played outside. He brought his baby and kept whipping it over the retaining wall, walked around to get it, and whipped it over again, and again, and again. He's very sensitive.

When her class got out she was the first one in line. She ran over to me and then immediately started asking me when she could ride the bus. (Monday, I said. Is tomorrow Monday?, she replied.) She showed me the school bag they had decorated. Her teacher came over and talked to me for a few minutes, and then it was time to head for the car. While we were driving home she said, in complete rapture "I finally went to school FOR REAL!". She told me "it was so much fun", and she can't wait to go back. Of course. I really didn't have much of a doubt.

Here's the walk back to the boring old house:

Once at home she laid at the bottom of the steps and told me she was too tired to eat lunch. I really didn't believe her, but I gave her the option of eating lunch now or waiting until after her nap. She finally decided to eat with us:

I should have believed her, though, because while I was reading her stories before her nap she fell asleep sitting next to me in the rocking chair. I guess it was an exhausting day.