Cade loves school. He will be in the PPCD program again this year because he doesn't turn 5 until December. At meet the teacher night (he has Mrs. Tate again, very helpful for us!) he was so glad to be back in his classroom. He was jumping around and making himself right at home. He couldn't wait to get back on his bus.
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Not very flattering early morning pics of Dad, Callie and I but Cade looks like his fresh and chipper self. Of course Callie is in her Christmas pajamas. She alternates between two and is devastated when her "santa jamies" are in the dirty laundry.
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Callie was the only one more excited than Cade to wait for the bus. She has been asking us for weeks "Tade get on bus? I sit on the rock and put Tade on the bus?" She loves him.
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He did have a hiccup his first day back. His afternoon bus takes him to his daycare. He has never done that and we have always picked him up. Well the daycare called me 30 min. after he was supposed to arrive to inform me he wasn't there. I drove there, called everyone I could think of several times over. To make a long story short, they had the wrong address for his daycare and he rode the bus for TWO hours until they finally figured it out. I was a stressed out mess imagining my little clueless boy lost in this big world. But Cade was all smiles and rested up from his big fat nap on his bus ride. Nothing phases him, which has it's advantages and disadvantages. It should all be figured out now and if it happens again, I will be calling the evening news.