Secretly I think we all wish our hands weren't blue

"I wish my hands weren't blue," he states quietly from the backseat realizing that the stamping project that got out of control last night left behind blue hands.

It's as if the new year suddenly made him realize that people, children especially, notice anything out of the ordinary and now, all of the sudden, he cares.

Today was his first day of preschool and lucky for us it snowed six inches last night and then it rained.

The roads are a mess.

To top it off I lost my Parent Handbook in the holiday shuffle which is like the Bible for Preschool, without it you are lost. I even cleaned out my car this morning hoping to find the paper work and avoid an embarrassing phone call.

Turns out it's a good thing I placed the embarrassing phone call because when the school district is delayed, our Preschool runs at its regular time. Plus, seeing as how we are starting mid-year and the week before the holiday break was cancelled due to weather conditions the Preschool had not exactly focused on our arrival.

So, while we were busy throwing on clothes for our late arrival on our first day, the Preschool was busy figuring out where to put our mailbox, printing our invoice and generally preparing to not look so unprepared. It made me feel so much better about making that call because I might have been a little peeved that we were neglected if we showed up and they were all who are you?

Amazingly the only meltdown was had by the 2-year-old while leaving school because OMGtherearepaintsandIwanttopaintWHYCAN'TIPAINTnononoiwanttopaintandcircletimeiwanttostay.
I'd say it was a success.

Upon picking him up his teacher told me he is an amazing little boy. I know she has to say that but it still made me feel really good that she noticed.

Also, he says no one noticed that his hands were blue.

I present Kyan and his sister on his first day of Preschool.
He held back his jacket to ensure that the snails made it into the picture!