But anyway - Kindergarten. We started the night before. I asked what he wanted for lunch the next day, and he decided he wanted to pack his own lunch. So I let him. He chose a turkey sandwich (cut to look like a Star Wars ship), Doritos (which he calls "Xander chips"), and a pudding cup. And water.
It took me just a tad bit longer to get the twins fed and dressed, but eventually, we were heading out of the door. I took a few pictures and he was just so cute standing there in his "handsome" clothes, ready for school.
We got to the school and he was bouncing around the parking lot as we strapped the twins in their stroller (which Pax wasn't happy about).
We walked through the hall to his room and I just loved seeing his great big backpack strapped on him. So sweet.
Then he went in, handed in his paperwork, found his cubby, and sat down to color as he waited for all of his other classmates to arrive.
Lucas wanted to take a picture with him, and Xander smiled for it like he had for the other 300 we'd taken that morning. But this time, after the picture was snapped, I saw just a trace of water filling his eyes.
He quickly put his head down and kept coloring. We told him one last goodbye and he said bye without looking up. We turned around and walked out and I felt my heart being pulled just a bit, as Paxton wailed "Bubby! BUBBY!" He didn't want to leave him either.
At home, the twins and I had a "normal" day, but it wasn't the same. We went outside to play, but Piper discovered jumping on the trampoline is not nearly as thrilling without Xander bouncing her around.
When we picked him up, he looked happy. I asked if he had a good day, and he said "Medium." "Is your teacher nice?" "Medium." "Are there any cool kids in your class?" "Medium." Needless to say, he didn't really feel like talking about.
As the night went on, I did get a little more information out of him, and as he recalled certain parts of his day (playground, reading time, lunch), he smiled and told me a few stories. And I loved it. I am so excited for him. Xander is so used to being the big brother around here, that sometimes he forgets he's a kid. He calls almost everything "baby stuff," and doesn't let himself enjoy it. So I want him to run and laugh and learn and create and have fun with other "big" kids that can show him that all of that is still okay. More than okay. It's what he should be doing.
I can't wait to see what this school year will hold!