Taylor's First Day of Kindergarten

Today was Taylor's first day of kindergarten. Things started off awesome. I got donuts and chocolate milk for everyone. Taylor finally got to wear his new rock 'n roll monkey shirt and his "running shoes". We had heart shaped peanut butter sandwiches and juice in T's new camo backpack for snack. We had all of our supplies. We were ready to go.

First we took Lylee to preschool and put gas in the van. Taylor got to go thru the carwash at ARCO for the first time and he thought it was awesome. He couldn't stop telling me how excited he was and how he couldn't believe the first day of Kindergarten was finally here.

He did great when I dropped him off at 8:30. He gave me a kiss and went straight into his new class ready for adventure.

By 11:50 the world had changed. Taylor didn't make any new friends. He was mad that I picked him up instead of Dad. He was REALLY mad that I thought it would be fun to walk home. I was starting to feel like I was trapped in Alexander's "terrible, horrible, no good very bad day".

I made Taylor take a picture with his Clifford listening ears. He was not happy.

I made him take a picture in front of the school sign. I wasn't going to let Taylor's terrible mood ruin the memories of the day, good or bad. He almost looks happy. That's because the sun is shining in his eyes.

I also made him take one last picture in front of his new school. Aren't I a mean mom? Taylor said I was. He moaned and groaned the whole way home. I was trying hard to find positive parts of his day. I kept reminding him how badly he had wanted to walk to Kindergarten.

Finally we rounded the corner of our street and all I could think was that there was one cold Coke in the fridge and it would be my reward for being so nice to such a grumpy and ornery little man. There was hope.

As we got closer, I noticed that Chris was not back from getting Lylee from preschool. My heart sank. No Coke for Mommy, more grumpy Taylor. Chris had, of course locked the door. After several splinters I found that all 3 doors were locked. After a fight with the gate, I got it closed and planted myself on the rocker on the porch (thanks mom and dad!). Taylor sat on top of the cozy coupe and let me know just how many things he was missing out on by being locked out of the house.

After about 15 minutes on the porch, Chris came home and let us in. I have rarely been so grateful for an adventure to end.

Now Lylee is cranky and not taking a nap...