Brennan was thrilled when I announced today was his open house and orientation for kindergarten. He has been waiting for this moment for the past six months.
We met his teacher, toured his future classroom, and met his classmates. His classmates include ANOTHER boy by the name of yes, you guessed it: BRENNAN. I almost swore when I found out. I mean, really, what are the odds? We named him Brennan so he could be, well, Brennan, and not Brennan H. for the next eight years of his life.
The highlight of the orientation was the bus ride. Brennan hopped on to the bus without a care in the world, even agreeing to chaperone his little friend Natalie from preschool who only agreed to get on the bus if she got to sit with Brennan. (Stark contrast to Aidan's orientation when I was forced to ride the bus with him and all the other future kindergartners.)
Brennan learned all about bus safety, how to cross a street, and took home a treasured bus eraser as a reward.
Yes, I did cry watching him ride off on the bus smiling at me through the window. I cried. I was also the only parent at orientation with a camera. The crying, picture taking freaky mom. I'm okay with it.
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