Well, school for Cash started off pretty much as I expected:
resistance and tears. I literally had to drag him into his classroom the first day since he wouldn't even stand on his feet. So my attempts at taking pictures were really lame. As you can see, we had tears before we even left the house that morning.
Then of course he wasn't at all happy to be there, to have to wear a uniform, to not be able to wear his beloved crocs.... And after I left him in tears, I got back into the car only to have to listen to the twins wail for 20 minutes about "Cashy" being gone. It was really sweet that they were so sad to be without him. (Until day three of this when it still happens every time we drop him off and the charm is wearing off a little. :)
And being the lame first-time mother that I am, I should have thought to take a camera to school but I didn't. And it was so darn cute when he saw me through the gate that first day waiting outside for him while they were having play time - it was like he was so overcome with tears of joy to see me that the tears started all over again, but sort of in an I-can't-believe-you're-really-here! sort of overjoyed way that it was too funny for everyone watching as he walked toward me with open arms. It was quite priceless. At least by the time we got home I could get a little smile out of him.
Day two he woke up and the first thing out of his mouth was, "I don't want to go to school." Day three seemed a little better and he walked in and gave his teacher a hug and there were no tears, so we'll see how it goes.
I have thought a little that even though I don't consider Cash the difficult one of the three, it is nice to just have the twins sometimes. They seem to have a little less conflict without the older brother around, and well, at least I can fit a few groceries in a shopping cart without trying to stuff three kids in a cart plus groceries.