Today was Mallory’s last day of preschool. Here she is posing with Phoebe. Ignore Phoebe, who as usual was refusing to cooperate.
Here she is on her very first day, two years ago:
Look at that face!
I’ve loved her preschool. I can’t think of one complaint I had in the two years she was there. I hope she fares as well in “big school.”
Their closing program was last night. Can you see her, way in the back? (Yeah, she's the tallest child in preschool.)
The kids sang one of my favorite songs -- “This Little Light of Mine” -- (I have an odd memory of me, my brother and sisters, and my mom singing that song in front of the whole church while my mom played guitar. Did that really happen?) although they didn’t sing my favorite verse, “Don’t let Satan whoosh it out! I’m gonna let it shine…” Maybe they don’t teach kids about Satan anymore. Anyway, I’m proud of my little light. She’s learned and grown so much in the past two years, it’s hard to believe. I was a bit teary all day, and it’s not just because I have a cold.
I also got misty while walking into school yesterday, with Phoebe charging along beside Mallory. The preschool director saw us and said, “Well, no one has to carry Phoebe into school anymore!” When Mallory started in 2005, Phoebe was a little tiny thing (insofar as she was ever really tiny); I carried her down to Mallory’s room in the crook of my arm all year long. This year, up until a few weeks ago, she usually still preferred to be carried down the hall most days, but would wriggle down once we got to Mallory’s class and make a beeline for the bookshelf and the little red rocking chair and sit and rock while I hung up Mallory’s things and said goodbye. She’s growing up too. She’ll start preschool in the fall of 2008…so I only have a year and three months to get her potty-trained. Yikes.
Anyway. This is very disjointed (see: cold). My girls are getting so big. I wish I could freeze them in time, because they’re just perfect right now.
Here she is on her very first day, two years ago:
Look at that face!
I’ve loved her preschool. I can’t think of one complaint I had in the two years she was there. I hope she fares as well in “big school.”
Their closing program was last night. Can you see her, way in the back? (Yeah, she's the tallest child in preschool.)
The kids sang one of my favorite songs -- “This Little Light of Mine” -- (I have an odd memory of me, my brother and sisters, and my mom singing that song in front of the whole church while my mom played guitar. Did that really happen?) although they didn’t sing my favorite verse, “Don’t let Satan whoosh it out! I’m gonna let it shine…” Maybe they don’t teach kids about Satan anymore. Anyway, I’m proud of my little light. She’s learned and grown so much in the past two years, it’s hard to believe. I was a bit teary all day, and it’s not just because I have a cold.
I also got misty while walking into school yesterday, with Phoebe charging along beside Mallory. The preschool director saw us and said, “Well, no one has to carry Phoebe into school anymore!” When Mallory started in 2005, Phoebe was a little tiny thing (insofar as she was ever really tiny); I carried her down to Mallory’s room in the crook of my arm all year long. This year, up until a few weeks ago, she usually still preferred to be carried down the hall most days, but would wriggle down once we got to Mallory’s class and make a beeline for the bookshelf and the little red rocking chair and sit and rock while I hung up Mallory’s things and said goodbye. She’s growing up too. She’ll start preschool in the fall of 2008…so I only have a year and three months to get her potty-trained. Yikes.
Anyway. This is very disjointed (see: cold). My girls are getting so big. I wish I could freeze them in time, because they’re just perfect right now.
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It's hard to believe how big Mallory is getting. Hope she does well in "big" school, too.
Mom