Last week the boys started preschool. It's Eli's third year but Amos is a freshman.
He's not so sure about it. He always enters with a smile but kinda crumbles when we leave. Poor guy.
Eli was that way too, except he started crying when we got him out of the car. And he cried every day his first year. But he recovered pretty quickly and was able to enjoy the day. Amos revisits his grief throughout the day. Poor poor guy.
He's a hearty fellow though. Heartier than Eli was at his age, so hopefully he'll get used to it and grow to look forward to school days.
They are just delicious and are getting so so grown-up. It's crazy.