This morning the Little Guy and I escorted my Baby Girl to her pre-school open house. He was not impressed and slept through the whole thing. I almost cried, which surprised me. My little girl went to daycare full time when she was 13 weeks old, and I thought I got all my tears out back then when I had to leave her. But this is different, although we always called daycare "school", it really wasn't. Oh, she learned things, all right. I'm 100% positive she has more knowledge than most 3 year olds and it's because she had the best teachers we could have asked for the past three years. But daycare is a home away from home, and school is school. Her classroom at daycare was set up as part playroom, part classroom, part art studio, part bedroom. Her new classroom is definitely a classroom - it has a CHALKBOARD. (the chalkboard is completely covered with posters and signs, because honestly, who uses a chalkboard in 2012? That's why they invented whiteboards). I can still remember my pre-school days and my first classroom and the whole thing made me want to cry. There is a good chance I may cry when I leave her on Monday. I'm sure the Little Guy will sleep through the whole thing again.
Right after Open House, we went to the Little Guy's 2 month appointment. He's a huge monster baby. 14 pounds 5 ounces and 25 inches long. We don't have the exact percentiles, but it's right around the 50th. So I guess it makes him completely normal, but to me he's HUGE. I'm taken aback when people comment on how little he is.
So I officially have a pre-schooler and a huge monster baby.
I feel like yesterday I was in college.