Preschool Graduation

Perhaps not graduation technically, seeing as she still has another year, but seeing as how we don’t know where the next year will be, we’ll call it graduation. I couldn’t have been more pleased with Tessa’s preschool experience. I would have taken a few more girls to balance out all those boys (5 girls vs 9 boys), maybe she would be more ladylike, but then again, I love all those boys. I thought Miss Shirley’s preschool to be the perfect ratio of fun and academia. I didn’t want to pay for supervised daycare, but I also am very aware that Tessa will spend the next 20 years in school and wanted her to have a great social, fun experience. She learned her letters and sounds, all sorts of interesting facts about various animals, got to practice her public speaking in girls sharing once a week by telling all about her current favorite trinket and couldn’t wait to see her friends and Ms. Shirley and Miss Lisa every Tuesday and Thursday. And so I went ahead and cried when we had to leave there too. I did a lot of crying those last few weeks in OC, not because I’m not excited or because I don’t want to go to KSA, but because we have had a great life the past few years in Laguna Niguel and saying goodbye to it was dreadfully hard. Saying goodbye to T’s great teachers was no different.

They got to have a ‘water party’ the last day of school, hence the dance shorts and flip flops.

Diana went ahead and outdid herself again (kind of her M.O.) and threw the kids a preschool graduation party. Class of 2025, that blows my mind. It is going to be so fun to watch this group of darling, crazies over the next 15 years.

And don’t mind my daughter’s pose. Help me!