My husband informs me I need to update this blog. Okay, then.
Nathan started preschool last week. He was pretty excited about it last spring- when he finished up his toddler class he would look wistfully in the preschool windows- and talked about it off and on all summer. When it finally came time to go, though, he was pretty nervous, and I think the "open house"- a day where all the kids came with their parents and checked out the classroom- hurt more than it helped, since it didn't give him any sense of what preschool would actually be like.
So that was last Tuesday, and after the open house he was pretty adamant that he did NOT want to go to preschool and he wanted to go back to toddler class with Miss Michelle and he did NOT want Mommy to leave- Mommy and Baby James had to stay with him. When Thursday morning rolled around, I said, "Okay, time to go to school!" and he ran to his bedroom, got in his bed, and took off all his clothes, saying, "I am NOT GOING TO GO to preschool." So I had to get him dressed and drag him to the car kicking and screaming. Then halfway there he said, "I stopped crying! I not going to say I not go to preschool anymore!" But of course when we got to school and walked in the door of his room he turned and grabbed onto my legs for dear life. One of his teachers came up and picked him up and asked him if he wanted to help her feed the fish. He sniffled and nodded and I left him.
But when I picked him up he was having a great time, and the second day of school was easy as pie- he bounded on into the room like he owned the place. On the way home yesterday he shouted, "MOMMY! I REALLY LOVE preschool!" His teachers are really great, and his class is pretty small and all boys, and I think it's going to be a great year.
Nathan started preschool last week. He was pretty excited about it last spring- when he finished up his toddler class he would look wistfully in the preschool windows- and talked about it off and on all summer. When it finally came time to go, though, he was pretty nervous, and I think the "open house"- a day where all the kids came with their parents and checked out the classroom- hurt more than it helped, since it didn't give him any sense of what preschool would actually be like.
So that was last Tuesday, and after the open house he was pretty adamant that he did NOT want to go to preschool and he wanted to go back to toddler class with Miss Michelle and he did NOT want Mommy to leave- Mommy and Baby James had to stay with him. When Thursday morning rolled around, I said, "Okay, time to go to school!" and he ran to his bedroom, got in his bed, and took off all his clothes, saying, "I am NOT GOING TO GO to preschool." So I had to get him dressed and drag him to the car kicking and screaming. Then halfway there he said, "I stopped crying! I not going to say I not go to preschool anymore!" But of course when we got to school and walked in the door of his room he turned and grabbed onto my legs for dear life. One of his teachers came up and picked him up and asked him if he wanted to help her feed the fish. He sniffled and nodded and I left him.
But when I picked him up he was having a great time, and the second day of school was easy as pie- he bounded on into the room like he owned the place. On the way home yesterday he shouted, "MOMMY! I REALLY LOVE preschool!" His teachers are really great, and his class is pretty small and all boys, and I think it's going to be a great year.
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