So, it finally happened. Mallory got on that bus and went to school. Finally. She has really been ready for this for a long, long time. Day after day of watching Lydia do it. She was ready.
Never mind that she still doesn't fully know her alphabet yet (don't stone me...I think she knows it, but doesn't give a ham sandwich about it). Or that she hasn't mastered the zipper. Or that she thinks at her first soccer practice this week she'll be "throwing that soccer ball through that hoop". Trust me, she was ready for this.
The day started out great. Up early. Dressed by 7:45. No fighting. Swarm of angry mosquitoes that only Alfred Hitchcock could orchestrate. Bug spray before school? Check.
Right on the bus. No problems. She gets on before Lydia. They are assigned seats next to each other for the year. Perfect. Driver gives Mal her seat assignment. Seat 6. Mal proceeds with confidence...right passed 6. Lydia grabs her arm and throws her in 6. Good job, Lydia.
Bill and I rush to the school to follow her in and make sure she gets settled. Lydia leads her down the hall and into her class. Lydia dismissed to enjoy third grade.
Mal gets settled in. No tears. No apprehension. We leave. She gets off the bus at the end of the day happy.
We're in my bed watching H2O Just Add Water and she says to me, in her sweet voice, "Mom, you have the freshest milk".
Your guess is as good as mine.
As a bonus, here is Lydia on her first day of third grade (last wednesday). She's already killing it in the academics. Thank goodness. This child saves my sanity. Every day.