Lincoln has been waiting for this day for a very long time. And I'm counting my blessings. When I signed him up for preschool last spring, I was hoping against hope to get him into a morning slot, being that we're morning people and, since we thought Greg would be overseas, I wasn't expecting to still be working mornings. He didn't get one. But now that we're starting afternoon preschool, it works out perfectly because Link is home to play with PJ in the mornings while I work, and since they often keep each other consumed in imaginative play for hours, I am grateful for his a.m. presence.
Lincoln will be the perfect preschooler. He loves people. He loves to talk. He loves to color. He loves to read books. He loves workbooks and homework. Oh, and he loves his teacher, which makes all the difference in the world.