Lyla does not enjoy being the only kid not going to school. She watches her older siblings like a hawk and any time they do anything, she wants to do it. She wants to pick out clothes and get dressed up and do her hair in the mornings before school. She wants to bring a backpack every time we leave. “I’m not a baby, I’m a big girl!” she tells me often. So as much as possible we include her in things.
The only problem is when we get to school and she watches the older kids walk down the hall off to their classes she gets upset when she has to go back to the car. “But I have to go to Lyla’s school. I have my backpack! Bye mom! Hug, hug, kiss, kiss!”