ABC, Easy as 1-2-3

Big Mouse (aka BigM- I cannot refer to my child as "BM") started preschool today. Well, I think it's preschool, she's 2 and it's a Mother's Day Out program at our church. Today started out like any other day, we got up and watched the Wiggles, got dressed and ate breakfast. But instead of going for a walk, we went out to the front porch and took a picture- I am totally "that mom." There really isn't much of a story here, but I just want to be able to remember "today." It's not the first time I have left her, she was in daycare for the first 18 months of her life, but for some reason this feels different. I have mixed emotions, as I am very excited to have some time to spend alone with Little Mouse (LM) and to actually have the opportunity to get housework done (not promising it will happen!) But at the same time, I am realizing my first "little mouse" is growing up, and I'm not sure I'm ready for that. Who is?

The highlight of the morning occured I opened the refrigerator to show BigM her ballerina hippopatomus lunchbox (who designs this stuff?) and she started giggling and couldn't stop.

BigM didn't even notice when I left her this morning. I suppose I should be happy that she is independent and excited about new experiences, but there is a teeny-tiny part of me that kind of wishes she would have pitched a hysterical fit like some of her classmates. Well, maybe not, but I can't wait for it to be 1:00. I may be the one with tears streaming down my face when we see each other in the pick-up line.