I was really excited, until I dropped her off for her first day on Monday. It kind of all just hit me. My little baby is growing up. She's not my little baby anymore. She's her own, individual, independent little unit. She is totally confident and comfortable exploring new things, without me having to hold her hand. And I was sad. When did this happen?? I came home and cried, but not too much. I mean, after all, check out that look on her face. How could I deny her that kind of happiness?! She loves school. She wants to jump out of bed in the morning, when she hears the word "school." She has used the potty 4 times at school so far, and got stickers every day for doing such a great job feeding herself! She is the oldest in her class, which i was unhappy about at first, because I would rather her be challenged, but I think she is developing some great leadership skills by being older. When the class walks outside for recess, they all have to hold on the this little knot on a rope, so that they stay in a line, and Adalee is at the front of the line, being little miss "look at me!" Words really cannot express how proud I am of my little girl. Its hard for me, and I brought her to school late today, because I wanted to spend the morning with her, but she is such a trooper. I'm sure she's going to be a great big sister.
