Today was Lucas’s first day of 3yr old preschool at the Methodist church down the street from us. I let him pick out his own clothes (from choices I laid out on his bed), he helped me make his oatmeal breakfast, he brushed his teeth all by himself, and we sang a ‘Going to School’ song. At the classroom he ran right over to the toy cars. When I said I was leaving, we hugged goodbye, and I let him push me out the door (literally – an idea I read on Babycenter saying that it makes the child feel like he is in control of your leaving). Then he ran right back over to the toy cars. I was really worried about him getting upset when I left. I had tried to leave him at daycare right after Ari was born and he went into hysterics about being left so I didn’t take him back again. Luckily, this went very smoothly and so everyone was happy.
I asked him what he did today and he actually answered me! Usually he will just tell me one mundane fact like, “I drank from the water fountain,” and never what he actually learned. Today he told me they learned about yellow. He told me that the kids danced and the teacher danced but that he didn’t dance because he was nervous. He said they didn’t go on the playground (disappointed voice). I figured they wouldn’t today because it had rained this morning and it was all wet, so I asked him if he got to play with the toys in the classroom instead and he brightened up and told me he did “lots and lots”. He said he played with the other kids, too. He said he had fun and did want to go back.