It technically isn't the first time Nate went to school, but it's the first time that he's old enough to 'get it'. On the way to the school, Austin asked "Are you scared Nathan?"... Nathan said, "I'm not scared, I'm SO happy!"
Nate had a rough time. While he's ok with being with sitters, he's not used to being ALONE (not with his brothers). When I dropped him off, he waved goodbye and said, "See you yater, Mommy!!" A little while later, there was some crying. He didn't eat breakfast or lunch. Finally, when I picked him up in the afternoon, he ran over crying "Mommy! Mommy" and held me tight. When the teacher came over, Nate looked up at her and said, "Mommy's not gone anymore".
All the way home and into the evening he kept saying, "I'm back." "Mommy's back." "Nathan's back."
We kept saying how proud we were of him and what a great job he did. He sounded willing to go back... sort of.
Look how excited and happy he was:


I have no idea what he did to his pants. He had them on for exactly 3 minutes and still managed to dirty them.


By this time, Nate's sick of the pix and stopped cooperating.