Today we sent Surrey off to her first morning of 2 year old MMO/preschool. She will absolutely thrive there and I'm so excited that she's able to go. Right now in life I just can't offer her a lot of mental and physical engagement and creativity, things she so so needs especially with her vivid imagination. I don't say that in a way to put myself down, I just say it as reality. With a newborn and a part-time job and everything else, I'm just not on my A game in terms of toddler innovation. So I'm happy to have her go and be and enjoy. She'll love being with other kids - the bulk of her life that's how it's been. I'm thankful for the eight months we recently had just the two of us, but I've learned that it's good for her to be around other kids consistently.
Satan popped up fiercely this morning. He came in the form of Surrey falling down the front steps on our way to the car. Scraped knee and tears. He came in the form of heavyish rain right as we were leaving. I had to carry a thousand raincoats, a car seat with a baby, a bag of supplies for the classroom, a big girl going to preschool, and her tote bag. And there are multiple flights of stairs to get into the church building for school. Satan could have sent us scrambling and stressed and who knows, maybe he could have gotten under my skin so bad that we didn't make it there. But oh sweet victory! More than conquerors.
How can it be that not only do I have two kids but one of them is at school?? Of course the first thing I did after I dropped her off was to go grab Starbucks. After all, I got everyone and everything out the door this morning and it's cooler outside and it's rainy. So, I deserved it. Ha. Anyway, I was imagining if someone asked said to me, ohh look at that sweet baby boy, is he your first? And I'd say, oh no I have another at preschool. Say what?! Aren't I still in high school? Nuts.
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