Waaa...Preschool

I started transitioning to preschool last week.  Mama thought I'd be fine because:

• On showcase night (think open house), I had a blast in the preschool room and didn't want to go home.  I played with all toys and books and did most of the activities. And there's a computer we get to play with in preschool!
• I'm transitioning with several of my friends, including my BFFs Henry and Mitra. We've been together since we were infants.
• My daycare does a gradual transition where my current teachers drop me off at preschool for a few hours on the first day and then pick me up.  Each day I spend more and more time there until I get picked up in preschool.

Well, I did great on the first day. I didn't cry and had a fun time.  Mama and dada thought it would be a smooth transition.  But they were wrong!

On the second day and every day last week, I cried when Ms. Darlene dropped us off at preschool.  I clung to Ms. Darlene -- sobbing, shaking and saying that I didn't want to go to preschool.  At breakfast with mommy, I'd start to cry and say I didn't want to go to preschool either.

I don't like preschool. My teachers are different. I'm sad because I miss Ms. Darlene, Ms. Kathleen and Ms. Lilly. My preschool teachers -- Ms. Lizzie, Ms. Becky and Ms. Diana -- all seem very nice. But it's not the same.  They reassured dada that my behavior is normal and that I participate in the group activities after a I settle in.

Mama and dada hope that I get used to preschool before I'm completely transitioned to preschool (in a week). Otherwise, drop off is going to really rough.