Preschool!

At nearly 3 years old, Lucas had his first day of preschool yesterday. Through a series of fortunate circumstances, I got to accompany him on this exciting and momentous occasion. Sharon got an acting gig and was on set all day, so, it was Daddy and Lucas off to school!

When he woke up he was very excited about going to school. I knew not only because he told me he was excited, but because I could see it in his eyes... this kid wants to go to school! I can't say I did not have visions of him in 10 years when he'll most likely not be quite as excited.

We got him ready, he packed his Pooh Bear lunch bag with the container of cut up strawberries mommy had left for him. We got his Thomas the Tanks Engine boots on, and his yellow rain jacket. He was ready to go. So ready in fact that even though there was still 10 minutes till we were to leave, he waited right by the door for the entire time, smiling and asking if it was time to go yet.

We arrived at school after a quick trip back home when I realized I had forgotten the immunization forms at the house, we parked and got out of the car, Lucas grabbed his lunch bag and took my hand and we went in search of his class room.

I told him is door was the blue door, we found and and then looked for his hook. When I showed him the hook with his name on it, again, a big smile and look of excitment and pride, and then the same followed on my face.

We hung up his jacket and lunch bag and waited for the class to open.

When the door opened, we were greeted by his new teachers, he rushed into the room, and stoped just looking around at all the new toys and things he had never seen before. He immediately got down to business... the business of playing.

The parents were told to site at the table in the smallest chairs possible in order to fill out all of the consent and emergency contact forms. Lucas just played and played, he showed me a couple of things during the 40 mintues we were there, but other than that, he was very independent and well bahaved. And I was a very proud daddy.

He helped clean up the toys at the end of class, and we exchanged a hearty high-5 to acknowledge a job well done.

I never realized that he would be off to school, even pre-school, so soon. And I never realized how proud I'd be to see him in that environment. It's something that I would never have understood before having kids, but now it just makes sense.

I'm looking forward to all the other firsts, and lasts, and everything in between. Next stop, swimming classes startup again for him and Sam, Sam's first swimming class to be exact.