What is up with little boys and large vehicles? He would have sat for hours watching the buses (another favorite spot is the airport pick up lane).
Can you tell which one of us had a hard time letting go?
He left us in the dust and marched into school.
Brady's teacher let us follow him into the classroom where he promptly ignored us and started smiling and bouncing on his butt for circle time. We left, I made Troy go look at some land in the west valley with me for work, then we headed back and picked Brady up four hours later.
The Brady we dropped off was NOT the Brady we picked up. He did great at circle time and, from what we heard, cried/fussed/slept the rest of the day. He wouldn't eat his snack or lunch so we made an emergency stop at Chic-Fil-A. Look at this exhausted boy.
Brady ate but wouldn't really respond to us in any way for several hours. He couldn't calm down and sleep until later that night. Troy and I were both so upset and worried. I held my breath the next morning when I pulled up to school once again. Just when I thought Brady would start screaming, he clapped and squealed. I couldn't believe he wanted to go back to school and when Troy picked him up later that day his teacher reported that "he had a phenomenal day."
Huuuuge sigh of relief. Thursday also went well and I swear this kid was so bored on Friday and over the weekend. I can't wait to drop him off on Monday morning!