Connie had school again today, his second time going. He recognized the classroom and was not too happy, but could be coaxed easily into playing. When I left he was engaged and cheerful. When I came back and hour and a half later to pick him up, he was sitting in a chair at circle time listening to the butterfly song but not sneezing them off his head. Seemed a little leary, but wasn't crying. As soon as the song was over, he walked toward the door and cried, "Mommy". He couldn't see me, but was so sad. After class, the teacher said he'd been that way most of the time. She said that he wasn't as upset as he was the first class, so that is good. It's too bad that after one more class he's got another two week break before classes resume in Jan. What he needs more than anything right now is to go enough to actually get used to it, but I guess that's not our choice!
After such a traumatic morning, I picked him up we headed straight to the St. Peters Wal-Mart for the kids to get their second dose of the H1N1 vaccine. Poor baby! That was no reward for being brave and going to school! The lady who gave the shots was not gentle AT ALL. Even Mookie cried and she never cries for shots. Hopefully they can stay flu-free the rest of the winter.