Starting Preschool

At three years, one month and six days, my biggest little one started preschool.  For the final year before he starts full time education at school, he will be doing his free 15 hours at a local preschool and to say he is ready is a bit of an understatement.

Dylan has been desperate to go to nursery, he wants to be around other children, be challenged in different ways and get that independence which is only really possible without me there.  I was nervous and excited for him.  I stayed up packing him a nutritious lunch last night, putting in his favourite things - nothing fancy, just food I know he loves.  I got his backpack ready and laid out his clothes and I prepared for seven hours without him.

I barely got a goodbye as he went in, and he couldn't leave until he had finished his game and said goodbye to his friends.  I know we made the right decision when he is so comfortable there from the very beginning.

On Friday, I asked Dylan what he thought he would be when he was bigger, and he looked at me like I was being silly, held out his hand with the thumb tucked in and said 'When I am bigger Mummy, I will be FOUR!' - well of course!

I made sure I phrased the question better this time, and he had a little think, before announcing that he would like to be a doctor when he grows up.  I am happy with that one

Preschool runs, packed lunches and names sharpie-d on clothes are our new normal for this year!