As you know, the little guy, G, is 3 now. Almost 3.5, in fact. Normally, I dont start my kids in preschool till they are 4. Im home with them and thats just fine with us. BUT, the little guy doesnt really have many kids his age around here to socialize with, so we decided to start him a little earlier.
The other day we had his "meet and greet". Just a chance to see his classroom and meet his teachers. A little sneak preview, if you will. And thats just what we did.
He crawled thru the giant caterpillar.
Rode a rocking horse that was not shaped at all like a horse, but rather a train instead.
We hogged the little club house and took pictures.
And he went down the slide.
But this morning was the BIG day. The first day of preschool. Where I take him and then leave him and then pick him up again. How would he do? Would he have fun? Would he use his manners? Would he share? So many questions.....
But no time for me to worry over all of that because we have things to get done. Brushing hair is on the list.
Getting his sneakers on.
He politely refused help to put on his shoes, but when it came to tying, he then asked K to help him out.
Mandatory "stand still and look at me" picture.
He SO wants to be able to do everything by himself.
NOW hes ready.
And look. Amidst all the hustle and bustle, S made me a to go breakfast.
Looking for his cubby.
Putting his things away.
And I was worried that he wouldnt want me to leave....he got some puzzles and never looked back.
I went and ran some errands and came back anxiously awaiting to hear about his morning.
So, as we left the classroom, we began to talk about all he had done. But, more importantly as hes walking away, he says, mama? Here it comes, I think. Hes gonna tell me how much he loves me and that Im the best mama ever.....Yes, I say. You can ONLY step on the yellow squares till we get to the stairs. Right, I say. Of course.
I can totally do that.
8 hours ago