I think it has been harder to find a preschool for our 2.5 year old to get into than it was for me to enroll in a UC. No joke.
We've been (im)patiently on a wait list for our top pick for over 6 months, long before she was eligible for their enrollment requirements. A fire was lit under our buns and unfortunately time wasn't on our side to wait any longer so we had to go with our Plan B. Plan B is actually turning out better than what we thought and Deuce will be eligible for enrollment at 6 months. When life hands lemons, make some spiked lemonade. Right? Right.
I'm sure you're wondering how Plan B came about so quickly. Two words. Money talks. Well, I guess that and being at the right place at the right time helps. The stars finally aligned for us and we skipped the wait list. Everyone is entitled to a lucky day once in awhile, I suppose.
Regardless, we've got a preschooler on our hands. A very proud preschooler, in fact.
The obligatory first day of school shots:
Her newest prized possession. I tried my hardest for the owl. It was a no go.
This school thing is serious business, people.