The biggest starts Kindy tomorrow morning.
I have completely mixed feelings. I am beyond excited but also terrified. Proud but grieving.
Our little bag is packed with a lunch box, a drink bottle and a spare change of clothes. "Kindy clothes" have been labelled, along with every plastic container we own.
We will get up early in the morning, scoff our breakfast, dash MrMoo to work, return home and dress, and get to Kindy by 8.30am.
I hope we can walk most days as it's just around the corner, across a bridge and through a park, but snow is forecast to be a possibility tomorrow, so we will prepare for a bitterly cold day tomorrow and do our best.
Camilla is ridiculously excited, but seem confused when I said that one day she will be able to go to Kindy all by herself.
That day has finally arrived when we say "Big Girls go to Kindy".