My Future's So Bright

So we decided to send the Margs to pre-school this year. Tarrant County College has a Children's Center. It's a lab-school/pre-school where students who are earning their Associates in Early Childhood studies can work with the kids, get observation hours, etc. Margaret was on the waiting list for the three year old class. Last May when I put her on the waiting list I thought, "Two years old is too young to go to pre-school...three will be great." However, after spending a whole summer with Margaret and seeing how she thrived under the structure-filled day...I began to wish I was putting her in some sort of program a year early. I did the best thing I could: started praying. I prayed asking for God to either assure me that one more year of non-preschool would be okay...or that He would provide the opportunity for us if that's what was needed.

I went back to work last week Monday, right? Guess who called at 8:30 that morning? The Children's Center. They needed a little girl for the two year old class. Would I be interested? After many tears, I went to talk with Margaret's babysitter and tell her what just happened. She thankfully told me that I needed to do what is best for my baby girl and that she wouldn't be mad at me if I take Margaret out of her care. This sweet lady, who has been a huge blessing in my life (that's a blog for another day...she really has been a blessing), was so kind and loving and willing to let me put my family's needs first. I praise God for her.

Anyway...back to the story...MARGARET'S IN SCHOOL!!!

Here is the family on the Margs's first day...

sorry she doesn't look at the camera most of the time.

Here is Margaret enjoying the sand table before we had even left.

She was so "into" the room and all it's many wonders.

And here is Margaret now...four days into pre-school and she tells us, "Momma, Dadda, my future is so bright...I just gotta wear my shades." And, apparently she also meant to say, "And pick in my diaper since that's right where my hand is going." Gross. (That's a story for another day as well...maybe I'll put that one on the mom blog once we get that going...remind me to tell you what Dr. Wheeler said...).

And yes, it's right after breakfast...that's why there's no clothes. We're going to have to break that habit at some point, I reckon.

More school stories will be forthcoming, I'm sure...