Fleeing the nest

Today my second baby fled the nest starting his first day of preschool. The experience was similiar to Truman's first day of preschool in that there were no fears or tears, only mine. I guess I should pat myself on the back that I've done a pretty good job raising confident and independent kids to be able to go out into the world with ease. At the same time, a part of me wishes for the "don't go, I need you."

Presley is eagerly waiting for the gate to open:


Only 1 1/2 hrs of fun for his transitional first day:


And this is where I left my baby to learn the ways of the world using play doh...


When I picked up Presley I knew he would not be the same. This was the beginning of his life long adventure of growth and experience. I am so proud of this 2 1/2 year old boy.