Here are a few pictures from Boyd's first day of school. He was brave. His face welled up for a minute (he was probably imitating me) and then with one more kiss we said farewell. It was probably a more difficult day for me than Boyd. His teachers and the director reported that he did great. We are all hoping the second + days are equally as smooth. Boyd said he played cars and trucks like the kind we used to have in the sandbox, read a book about a duck who ran away, ate cheerios for a snack, stuck his tongue out at the fish served for lunch but ate the bread and supposedly the cantaloupe and melon (the teachers said he just ate bread which I tend to believe), the teachers told a boy who picked up mulch to throw, "No mulch", and there was something about people dancing, and a part of the day about firetrucks? As Boyd stalled going to bed tonight I asked him what his favorite part of his day was. He told me "school". He really loves other kids and apparently didn't have enough of them during the day. A neighbor rang the doorbell tonight and Boyd went tearing out the door to romp around with the neighborhood kids resulting in his first trampoline experience and his first kicking and screaming because it was time to go home to bath and bed night. So proud of you Boyd and I love you very much.
Photo 1: Finding his name and cubbie spot.
Photo 2: Boyd searched the shelves for the Cars box and found some cars.
Photo 3: Proud that he has a spot at the table. What's that say? "Boyd with a happy face."
Running to the Iwo Jima Monument (For the Marines). When he started running there he announced, "I've been dreaming about this my whole life."
