First Day of Pre-School...Sort of.

I think I've yet to mention it on this blog yet, but I got a little part-time job.  I am the director of children's ministries at my church.  I've been working since April, and boy, has it been a roller coaster!  We have a fairly large children's program, but the biggest challenge has been planning Vacation Bible School!  

I had never attended a VBS program, even with my own children, so the thought of directing the entire week of activities for 250 children seemed pretty daunting. Luckily I was paired up with an awesome co-director and this church has a huge core of people who volunteer wholeheartedly for any and all service projects.  So many people return to work at VBS every single year, and have sharpened their roles to just about perfection.  We finished up our final night of VBS last Friday, and I am still recuperating from the weeks' late nights, but also the stress of the busy weeks leading up to VBS week. 

Anyway, one of the awesome perks of this part-time job is that my kids get to attend pre-school classes at First Christian Childcare.  Today was their first day of class.  Now let me point out that Cubby, my red-haired five year old had already attended pre-school with our beloved, but now retired Mrs. Green.  Cubby is entering kindergarten next year, so she is only a couple months away from not being eligible for attendance at FCC.  

Now the twins have never, ever attended any kind of class.  They've been homebodies for all almost 3 years of their lives.  The nice thing is that they know the church really well and didn't get nervous, because nothing was unfamiliar to them.  They even knew a couple of the kids on the playground...including their cousin Eddie.  That's another story....

So here they are all dressed up to head out to their first day of pre-school class:

They had the best time...I mean they played, made an adorable craft, and ate french toast sticks for breakfast!  Sounds fantastic, right?  

Here comes the best and final part of my little story.  When I picked up the kids and was strapping them into their carseats, I asked Gigi, "Did you make any friends today?" She quickly said, "Yes." So I asked her, "What was her name?"  She thought for a moment and then responded, "Jamesy." For all of you who don't know, that's her twin brother.  Love it.   Yep, the person she has woken up and seen first every single day of her life is the "new" friend she made today.  So darn sweet.