It Could Have Been Worse

I didn't cry. Ironflower didn't cry. Hot Guy didn't cry. But Lovebug threw a fit when we left Ironflower at preschool today. As we got her settled in, Lovebug discovered the Lego table. I think we could have left both of them there.

But we dragged Lovebug out and left Ironflower playing happily.

Hot Guy was convinced that we'd come back to discover that she'd thrown a fit when she didn't get her way. I was worried that she'd be pouting in a corner (because she didn't get her way).

Apparently, though, she was fine (except that she refused to have her picture taken, big surprise). . .at least until we got there. As soon as we arrived she was rude and unfriendly to her teachers and refused to talk to us. She did let me pick her up, but she was in a bad mood. I think the shortened day actually made it harder for her - she's not good at quick transitions.

Eventually she opened up, but it took a good half an hour. Interestingly, she drank milk at school - she NEVER does that at home. I'm hoping this bodes well for potty training. She also made pictures of (discernible) happy and sad faces and told us that she sang a song. She told her grandparents that she played with Ryan and Jillian. She's willing to go back on Thursday.

I'm not exactly sure how I will manage to deposit her lovingly and drag a screaming Lovebug out by myself on Thursday. But I guess I'll worry about that on Thursday.