Lyla goes to school (daycare but school sounds less guilty). She's been visiting the preschool class for weeks and today was the official day she started full time with the big kids. I say big kids cause she's barely 2 1/2 years old and all the other kids are 3 and up. But she was potty trained and ready for the transition. Today was also picture day so we dressed her up for her "first" day of school.
On the way home, I got the report from Lyla about her day:
Max bit me, Gus pushed me, Cooper did poopies in his pants, and I woke up Charlotte from nap.