A first for both of us

Can anyone guess what today was? OK. Here's a few hints. It involved:

getting a haircut yesterday
dressing in a spiffy new shirt
packing a lunch

Anyone who does not already know want to take a guess?




It was Lane's first day of preschool! He'll be attending school on Monday and Wednesday each week.

It is a little earlier than Papa and I originally anticipated but plans change. With a baby on the way, we both want Lane to have something of his own. Some set time to play each week. Preschool guarantees that Lane will at least have somewhere fun to go twice a week while I am at home nursing a newborn. (And if Bro Bro is anything like his big brother, he will nurse a lot those first few months.)

It also gives me time to give my undivided attention to Bro Bro, which I think we will both enjoy.

So, not wanting to drop a baby and preschool on Lane at the same time, we signed Lane up earlier than we thought we would. (Our original plan was after his second birthday.)

Lane and I went for a trial run on Wednesday, and he really enjoyed himself. I really like the school, the staff and the curriculum.

Lane will attend the young two's class - two teachers, six kids and a mom of one of the kids is in the classroom each day.

Today, we went big and went to school.

Any one want to guess what that meant for me?

Faking a smile as I watch the babes head out to the playground. Then, Papa called and I lost it. I cried all the way from Woodstock to Alpharetta, where I was headed to go for Bro Bro's monthly appointment.

Want the run-down on my boys:

Lane:
The teachers there don't sugar coat.
Today was not his best day.
But, they've seen worse.
He didn't enjoy himself as much as he could have/will.
He didn't play much.
He didn't eat much of his lunch.
He didn't want to participate in the after-lunch activity so the teachers changed the plan and just let the kids play with the toys.
He didn't cry the entire time.
He did get very tired.
When I arrived at noon, he was sitting in his teacher's lap, very sleepy, reading a book.

My heart broke all over again.

We will go back Wednesday.

Bro Bro:
Bro Bro still does not have a name.
We aren't forcing it.
We each have one or two we like.
We aren't sure if those few are his name.
Like Lane, we will wait until his name comes to us.
Like Lane, that might mean a few weeks before he arrives.

He is growing as he should be.
My belly measures right at 22 weeks.
His heartbeat beats at 152 beats a minute.
(Just like his brother.)
Unlike his big brother, he is not making me anemic.
(Those mega pills I have been taking must be working.)
And for those of you who were worried about my weight, Paola, Mom and Dad, he has finally made me pack on a few pounds.
I am no longer on the opposite side of my prepregnancy weight.
In the last month, I gained back the few pounds I lost and even gained a few more.
The bump proves it.