Sammy had his second first day of first grade yesterday.

We went in a little after classes started so I could enroll him, then walk him to class. He was such a big kid, going into a new classroom, with a new teacher and new kids, new nearly everything, and it nearly broke my heart to leave my little boy there all by himself. Somehow he (and I!) made it through the day and when I saw him get off the bus, running at me with this big smile and doing his happy dance I knew he was going to adjust just fine.
He met a boy that lives in the building next to us, and by the luck of it, this boy, Jeremiah, is in his same first grade class. Having a friend already helps, and he's already asked me if we can make his birthday party this year and boy-and-girl party because some of the girls in his class are cool, too. He can't remember any of their names yet, but he has a suggestion for his teacher that they should all wear name tags (lol, like he could read the names anyway!).
Sammy's class is small - maybe 18 kids? - big difference from his Minneapolis class last year at 30 and this year at 28. The teacher is young, originally from Minnetonka, MN (small world!), and loves to send emails. Plus she was sweet to my boy. I like her already :)
We loaded Sammy up onto the bus this morning at 7:06 (eeeek) and literally saw an armadillo cross the road right behind his bus. I'm going to assume that is a good omen here in Texas :)
Today (Tuesday) was Freddie's first day of preschool. I forgot to take a picture of him. I'll take one tomorrow. For now, here is a picture of him in the outfit he wore today. In his "Dude" shirt.

I walked him in this morning to make sure he got to his classroom okay, and to deliver paperwork to the office. He sat right down at one of the little tables and got to work on the play-doh. He just fell right into place. Like, "okay, this is preschool, I know what to do here." Then later he walked out to the car at the preschool's drive through pick-up (yeah, it's awesome and very well run!), sweaty, confident and happy as could be. He rattled off a bunch of stuff at once, lots of different topics - including several mentions of the fire drill they had and how they couldn't play on the monkey bars, and i would have never known this was a new school many miles away from home.
I can't get over my big boys. I thought they would cling to me and maybe even cry, nervous of all the change and newness. But I guess it's me who is heartbroken and unsure (for what we left behind and for how they will react to this life here), and they are the brave confident ones. I am constantly amazed by these little creatures in my life and so very grateful for them (even the moments when they are all such a handful!).