1. Having Daddy take her turned out to be a good thing. Apparently she ran off with all the other kids in the gym as soon as she arrived and had no interest in saying goodbye to him. Dropping her off would have made ME teary; having her ignore my pathetic attempts to say goodbye would have put me over the edge. Also, he dressed her appropriately (read: in the outfit I had designated), took her picture on the front porch, and remembered to tell Teacher Melina that Zoey has a diaper rash. Check, check, and check.
2. Evil religious lady was not at the front desk when Bryan and Zoey arrived. Apparently she saves her appearances only for me, as my friend Kendra has also commented that she rarely sees her. Hmmm.
3. Teacher Melina sent home a note stating the following: "Zoey had such a good first day. She only cried a few times. Once we got to our class, she was fine. We listened to a Bible story and colored a picture in chaple today. (Only mildly disturbing that she misspelled "chapel".) Zoey really liked hiding in the big red house. See you Wednesday!" While it makes me a little sad to know she cried after she realized Daddy had left, I have little detail to go on--let's just say Teacher Melina's note home was far more informative than my husband's brief synopsis of Zoey's day. Again, probably for the best.
Her second day at preschool will be Wednesday, and I'll be doing the dropping off and picking up. I'm looking forward to another engaging conversation with the whack job religious lady at the front desk, and perhaps getting a little teary as I watch my brave little daughter march her Big-Girl self in to the gym to play with her friends.
(Originally written September 22, 2008)
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