My Daughter’s First Day Of School. Related: The Poop Dance.

Today, my eighteen-month-old daughter, N, had orientation for the toddler program at my son’s school.

{gasp. sigh. freak out}

My husband could only meet us there (stupid sick kids) so I whipped out my tripod.

I cropped it so you could still see my beautiful shoes.

So every picture after that is WITH the tripod.

Meet N's new best friend, tripod. I hope making friends at school was as successful.

She was supposed to attend for only one of the three hours, but she did SO WELL that they kept her extra hour.

Also because she looked this cute. Probably

And tomorrow she goes for the entire morning unless she gets too tired (because I must have mentioned that to her teacher eight times) then they will call me to pick her up.

I didn't plan for us to match, but when it starts happening, it's a good reason to send your child to school.

When she came out of class, N was all smiles and NO.

Me: What?

N: No.



Me: You learned a new word at school today! Um, yay?

I’m hoping she’ll avenge our family by teaching, whichever classmate of hers enlightened her to the famous NO, her favorite word since we got a dog.


Usually accompanied by squawking and insistent arm movements until I bring out a plastic bag.

I look forward to all the children arriving at their respective homes armed with the Iwashyna Poop Song and Dance.

Because while I’d like to blame the dog, I may have ran into the bathroom on more than one occasion to the call of: HOLY CRAP LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THAT. And we may or may not occasionally celebrate these milestones.

We all have hidden talents.

School is there to nurture them, right?

It runs in the family. Mostly poop. Also the color grey.

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

29 thoughts to “My Daughter’s First Day Of School. Related: The Poop Dance.”

  1. ohmigosh N is so cuuuute on her first day of school!

    now can we talk about the important things? like how gorgeous your shoes are? and does your dress have pockets? pockets slay me. where where where did you get it?

    1. i bought those shoes because when I saw them I thought: Those are the most beautiful shoes I’ve ever seen.
      And I LOVE pockets too. So yes, it has pockets. AND I’m thinking of learning how to sew pockets into all my dresses. And maybe a few shirts.
      I got it in the Nordstrom junior section. And bought it a size up from my usual size.

  2. Wow. It seems like only yesterday when you gave birth to her and I then forced my friendship upon you. Sigh…it really does go by that fast.

  3. So cute! And I am so glad my little 2 year old has not learned the word No yet. And also your outfit is super cute as well. I don’t even want to know the bad things my daughter will teach other kids.

  4. Was the “NO”, “NO I don’t wanna go home!” or was it “NO, I ain’t gonna do this again”? Either way Mom taught the first the first lesson of going to school. Fashion! N is rocking her own shoes. Check. Got the back pack. Check. Emergency wubbie. Check. Cuteness on overload. Check.

    Was there hummus for lunch?

  5. While there are so many things to comment on, I shall go with this — hey! You’re getting good at taking photos! And you’re going all advanced with the tripod too….

  6. I had to laugh when I read this post. All young children (and, consequently, their parents and their teachers) are obsessed with poop. Today, I was assessing a child in my preschool class. All he had to do was fill in the missing word at the end of a nursery rhyme that I started. So, I said, “Mary had a little lamb. It’s fleece was white as snow. And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to _______” And do you know what the child said instead of “go”? He said “poop”. “And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to poop.”(!!!) I’m not sure that that’s what Mother Goose had in mind….. 🙂

  7. Precious N!! I’m glad she had a good first day.

    After 6 weeks, my 17-month-old now runs to his classroom and hugs his teachers. I feel mildly irritated that he seems so eager to escape from me, but mostly relieved that I don’t have to drop off a screaming, crying child (because I would still leave him there – hello, preschool is my 4-hour break and I NEED it – it would just be very sad to leave him crying).

  8. Some say music transcends the boundaries of language and culture, but I think it’s poop. Not the statement – the transcendent universality. Yup, definitely poop.
    My daughter has shoes just like that. Just like them. She also loves them. And I’m like one of the ugly stepsisters trying to squeeze my foot into the princess’s shoe.
    Seriously? School at 18 months! They must have some smart kids where you live. Or some sane mothers.

  9. Oh, her first day…so stinking cute.

    And, hoping some poop talk is mentioned repeatedly.

    And, please tell me you aren’t called in for her ginormous poops, because, they I’ll have to kick your a55 because she’s already potty trained. Okay, that’s all from here.

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