When She's Ready, She's Ready

The Madam bounded out of bed this morning, scarfed down breakfast, got dressed in a frenzy and was standing by the door with her shoes on by 8:15 this morning.

Why?

It's the first day of preschool.

I know, I know, you are shocked. You are thinking back to 2 years ago when she hated it so much that I ended up pulling her out of school rather than inflict permanent mental damage. You are recalling the 2 long months it took for her to stop crying every morning last year.

What changed?

I have no idea. But I like it. I'm not going to question it.

Note to self: Sometimes change IS good.

It was so great that I didn't even get annoyed that she vetoed all of the adorable outfits she has and chose her too-short Phillies dress. When I asked why that particular dress, she demonstrated how the skirt flies if you spin in it. I figured if that's what it takes to make her happy, we'll go with it. So it's too short, whatever. That's what leggings are for, right?

Tom and I planned that he would take her to school this morning. She is always less weepy for him and we weren't sure how she'd act if she saw Bonnie and I walking away, potentially heading off for a morning of Oreos and pony rides or whatever fun things she thinks I do when I'm not with her.

Daddy said our big girl dropped her bag in her cubby, picked out a happy face to put under her name on the mood chart and off she went.

So simple, so easy. I gotta say, I'm in shock. Happy, happy shock. So this is what it's like to have an easy-going daughter.

I'ma lookin' and I'ma likin'.