Malia was super excited about the first day of school and she seemed to understand. Every time we went by her new school she would point it out "There's my new big girl school".
She is such a poser
She gets her "bus" at daycare, so we headed on over there. She waited for the "bus" with Ms. June who owns the daycare. Dustin my 22 yr old went to this daycare when he was younger too and Ms.June remembers him well. Here they are waiting for the "bus" to get here.
Of course this whole time we are telling her how exciting and fun school will be and she was very happy.
That is until "it" came. Here's a little back round on the situation. Malia went to therapy 3 times a week for the past 2 years. A "school bus" which was really a yellow school van picked her up and took her. So she thought she was cool cause she got to ride in a "school bus". While having a discussion with some of her therapist and teachers we decided that she would be better off riding a van to school instead of a regular school bus, we felt that she would have too much of a hard time stepping on and off the high steps to get on and off. So a van was arranged, I thought this would be a big help in her transition because she was used to the van. BUT her van was yellow, the one that pulled in was white along with a strange (new) driver and a totally different set of kids on board. The look on Malia's face was an indicator that this was not a good thing. She does NOT take well to ANY changes. Ugh, I think it was just as hard on me as it was on her.
The look on her face is the attempt at a smile but I'm going to cry look.
