Today, Ana started preschool.

She wasn’t apprehensive, worried, or even a little sad when we left. When we showed her where to go and sit down in the library, she ran to her spot and was content to sit on her little circle while the class waited for the teacher. When we picked her up, she told us all about the story she had heard of a “gingerbread” who sang, “Run, run, run as fast as you can; you can’t catch me, I’m the gingerbread!” (Not the gingerbread man. Just the gingerbread.) She told us about how many kids had chocolate milk and how many kids had regular milk, and about how everyone ate Oreo cookies. She told us about playing and about learning the classroom rules. She told us about a church mouse that hid in the corner (???) and how she met everybody but couldn’t remember any names.

It was a good day.

(And Emma, for those who were wondering, spent her brief time apart from her sister at the playground, exploring and jumping and TALKING. I mistakenly think of Emma as a quiet, introspective child when the simple truth may be that she just doesn’t have as many opportunities to speak up when Ana is around. Who would have thought?)

Hooray for a great first day!