School!

So, we are on our 8th day of school (subtract for holiday and two sick days already) and Max's progression has gone as follows:

• First Day: Didn't quite know what was going on, walked into school no problem. At pick up, he cried when he saw me and said "I couldn't find you at school!". Heartbreaking.
• Second Day: Definite tears when I dropped him off (there was a hysterical kid next to us which didn't help), Amanda picked him up and he reminded her that he couldn't find me at school. Although he does keep telling us that when he cries, Ms. Aly gives him a hug and he feels better.
• Third/Fourth Day: Begins crying as we pull into school saying "No School! Mama no go back to work". Nuclear meltdown at drop off, crying and holding on to me. Mommy meltdown ensued (i.e. crying hysterically, calling Charlie and saying I hate this school, what did we do, our baby is miserable, I just cried all over the only shirt that fits me, etc.), immediately followed by a picture from teacher of Max playing happily.
• Time off for weekend & cold, and I made Charlie drop him off for Day Six. A couple of tears Charlie said but nothing major.
• Day Seven: Same as Day six when I dropped him off
• Day Eight (today) - happened to be "pizza day", which we talked about all morning. Get to the gate, Max asks to wear his back pack, walks away from me towards class room - doesn't look back. I hear him saying the words "Pizza day" as he ignores my "bye Maxie! Love you Maxie!" and he waits to hold the teachers hand through the door. Ahhhh, I've never been so happy to be ignored in my life.

So, I think school is good and he has now adjusted pretty well (as long as every day is pizza day). He has gone from saying he doesn't want to go to school in the morning to talking about how "its good to play at school", telling us about the other kids, asking to bring toys into school, and saying he isn't going to cry anymore.

Meanwhile, the teacher says he is awesome and extremely smart (no surprise). Some of her anecdotes:

• She explained to the class that zero means nothing. Max then pulled her aside and said "Ms. Aly, what does 1 mean?". She was very impressed, said no one has ever asked this before. Dear Max - 1 means the number of sane parents you have.
• She laughingly told me they had a "horrible" conversation, wherein Max asked her loudly HOW DOES SHE MAKE POOP, then how does mommy make poop and how does Dada make poop. She couldn't believe she had to keep repeating "they pull their pants down, sit on the toilet, etc.". (I can't believe this is the first time she's been asked this question, meanwhile).
• Max apparently has started peeing on the potty at school cuz the other kids do it. He has done it twice at home, mainly by his own push. New potty training style: completely ignore the issue and let him figure it out.

By the way, he still reiterates that he can't find me at school...I wonder where he is looking?

As a side note, I feel HORRIBLE that my CT wrap-up included no mention of Phoebe and Shaun, especially since Max has SO Much fun with them and talks about them both quite a bit. On that note, last night Max asked me if he has to "share his food with Aunt Phoebe and Uncle Shaun?" Random? I think this stems from a joke Jimbo made that he'll ONLY share with Max and no one else. Either way it was funny to hear who is on his mind....

FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL PICS (for all those requesting pregnant pics, here is my "enormity"...