Today was the first day that Grace went back to her little preschool after our summer of being home together. I so enjoyed having more time to be with her, more sweet hours filled with her energy and chatting, and of course fewer mornings where I have to have us all dressed and fed and out the door by a certain time. I am looking forward to her being back in "school", though, and the time it will give me that will be more quiet and flexible and, hopefully, productive. It was amazing today how peaceful it was with just Violet here and how much I was able to get done. I am super duper unoriginal in this thought, but why did I think having one baby was tiring/draining/hard when Grace was little? Having a mere single baby to deal with is eeeeeeeeasy.
Grace is back at our same little preschool just 5 minutes from our house, but of course in a new classroom with a new teacher. She goes 2 days a week from 9am to 2pm, 10 whole hours a week for me to, you know, eat bonbons. Today she said she painted and colored and sang songs and ate lunch and read books during naptime and went to chapel where they rang a bell and played with a girl whose name she can't remember. Sounds like a busy day, no?