Thank goodness they start 2-year-olds on a 9:30-11:30 schedule. That was agony!
Here he is waiting for the bus:
Getting on the bus:
And REALLY NOT LIKING THE BUS:
That began a terrible two-hour wait for him to come home. I went out to the porch at 11:30, and craned my neck to see every vehicle I heard coming. I haven’t been that eager to see someone get home safely since Patrick returned from Iraq!
And here is my boy, fresh off the bus:
That’s not the shirt he left in — he had a leakage issue and had to change into one of the emergency outfits we’d sent. I wonder how often that happens on the first day?!
So. I guess that was the hardest part, and it’s over! He’s a real school kid now!
Joe Tremblay 
Oh!!! Seeing that sad face on the bus makes ME cry!!! But a happy face when he came home :o) I can’t wait to hear about how his second, third, fourth, etc. days go! We’ll be beginning this journey soon enough! Kudos to you for being such a strong mama. I would have probably sobbed the entire two hours.