In between all of the birthday hoopla and having a baby, Nash started his final year of preschool. I actually didn’t even bring him on his first day of school because Troy and I were still off celebrating my birthday.
But his grandparents said he walked into school fearlessly, ready to conquer four-year-old preschool. It helps that he has the same teacher that Blake had and knows the school forward and back.
We still took the obligatory photos to document the start of another school year, even if they weren’t technically before his first day.
Adding a midday preschool pickup several times a week adds to the chaos of our lives, but I have absolutely adored this school and I know that it is worth the hassle. Nash is in great hands.