Offically a Preschooler

The morning began on a questionable note, as Brooke needed to be woken up (after a long Labor Day weekend) and took a while to get it together. When she began to appear like herself, it was already time to head off for her first day. She was conflicted. She was definitely excited, but nervous as well. We took a few pictures, and she wanted to make sure to capture the most important thing ... her "sparkly" backpack. And, so I did :)

I wasn't sure which way the day would go as I walked away from her clinging to the hand of a teacher's aid for dear life. But when I came to pick her up her cheeks were rosy, her hair was soaked with sweat, and she had a grin from ear-to-ear. She gave me a thumbs up ...

And handed me her very first preschool art!

I have been informed that the picture includes (from left-to-right): Ryan, Dad, Mom & Brooke. I'm thinking she must have some sort of complex, putting herself at the front of the line and making herself the largest figure ... but I'm more worried about the fact she seems to think I look strikingly similar to Ronald McDonald.

So far she seems excited about the prospect of returning tomorrow and has specifically requested pretzels and cookies in her lunch.