The First Day...

This morning went off without a hitch... except that when I took the official first day picture by the doors of the church, I had my camera (old, not new, haven't gotten that one yet), on some weird setting because I was operating it with one hand and keeping Simon from running off with the other. Hence, why THE picture... the only one that mattered, turned out like this.


I might try for a replacement on Monday. ;)

We went in and Ben didn't even turn around, so Simon and I busied ourselves for a bit. I wanted to take just a handful of pics before we left.



Ben putting his name on the attendance board:



I met some of the moms of the kids in Ben's class, and one of them, I have decided is going to be my BFF. ;) Her name is Kelly and she has a little girl named Taylor. Kelly did all the photo stuff (harassing of other parents for pics) for Taylor's class last year and put together an end of the year photobook, much like my little slideshow I did for Ben's class. We chatted a bit about how hard it is to get pics from some parents... bleh. She is awesome and sweet and has a Nikon d40 she was taking pics with this morning, so we talked cameras a bit. Between us, Ben and Taylor's class is going to be the most photographed class ever. Heh.

After that, I wandered out to the car to get Simon's bag so he could have a drink and snack to keep his hands busy so he'd leave Mrs. Bobo's scissors alone and hopefully stop running away from me.

When I returned, this is what I found...

This is Georgia. She is helping my son put on a dress.


...and my son is not putting up a fight... in fact, he is checking himself out in the mirror.


My little fairy princess...


The view from behind...


The parents were rolling... well, the moms were, anyway. There was one father there who just kept shaking his head and sarcastically saying how much my husband was going to just LOVE these pictures.

When I picked Ben up, the teacher's assistant told me that he had to go to the bathroom while he was wearing the dress. She asked him if he needed help. He told her no, got himself out of it, did his business and then put it back on.

I asked him on the drive home what his favorite thing about his new classroom is and he told me the costumes. I asked him who is favorite new friend was and he said Georgia... "because we wore dresses together." He then volunteered that Mrs. Bobo doesn't have any boy costumes. This made me sad and I'm thinking we may need to donate some, lest my little boy be wearing a dress three days a week for the next nine months... not that there's anything wrong with that. ;)