Jacob started Preschool this week, and he loves it. On the first day all the moms were lined up waiting hand and hand with their child to enter the classroom. I was at the back of the line because surprisingly I wasn't in a hurry to be "Jacob free" for a couple of hours. Jacob had other ideas, he just walked past everyone and went into his classroom, no big deal. So I waited in line by myself to let the teacher know which kid was mine and that he was already making himself feel comfortable. I think being in nursery at church has really helped with things like this. When I came back to pick him I could see him sitting in his chair waiting for his turn to leave. He was so cute, I love him so much. And I don't understand why most of the time he drives me crazy, but the minute I leave him somewhere I instantly miss him. Is it sad that my 3 year old is one of my best friends? He was so excited to tell me all about his day when I picked him up.
