Today was the first day of preschool for the Little Kidlet. If I said I wasn’t nervous, I’d be lying.
I wasn’t nervous when his brother started preschool. You see, I wasn’t always a stay at home mom. I worked in advertising and my son went to a daycare for a little over a year, one that was structured like a class. So he had a framework of reference for teachers and how to play with other kids.
The Little Kidlet was in daycare, too. For a whopping 3 months, when he was a baby. So, no, that doesn’t really count.
I loved this picture so much I had to share it.
(That’s a super soft eyepatch from a Build-A-Bear outfit)
I worried. I worried that they’d have forgotten that my stubborn child halted his potty training (which it turned out they had forgotten, but after I reminded them, put him in a group of kids that are being potty trained). I didn’t worry so much about the food allergies, since I’ve had numerous conversations with the school about it and will be bringing his own food for him to eat. I worried that his stubborn streak will show up and he’ll meltdown when it’s time to leave the playground. While they didn’t confirm that, he did leave school with a smile on his face.
But I’m skipping ahead, aren’t I? This morning, TheBoy made a bunch of rice in the steamer, so that I could make plain onigiri for the Little Kidlet’s snack (he loves rice, so it seemed like a smart choice). The boys were still asleep, so I turned on the light in their room (a sure fire way to get them up if you have about 20 minutes to wait), and started making onigiri.
We’d already told the Oldest Kidlet that he was staying home with Daddy today (he doesn’t start kindergarten until Wednesday), as I realized that the Little Kidlet had never been at the preschool without his brother. I thought that might make it hard for him to want to stay. I’d been reminding the Little Kidlet that he started school today, and quite happily he told me he was going to school. Not a bad start.
I fed him, finished packing his things, and TheBoy got him dressed. All this time, he was happily telling everyone and anyone that he was going to school today. TheBoy was more than a bit sad- after all, our baby was hitting a new milestone. And it made it a little worse that he was so eager to stop being the baby.
We drove to school, where he happily held my hand (a first) and carried his backpack with pride. It was obvious, to me, at least- that he wasn’t going to make a fuss about leaving. He was a litle shy at first, but I am too. Then they put out some toys on one of the tables and he dove right in.
The Oldest Kidlet had a trial run of kindergarten, not that long ago. He met his teacher, some of the kids that will be in his class… and in general had a blast. So I know that the last thing he’s going to be worried about is going to a new school. He’s actually been sad every day he hasn’t been in school.
For the last week and a half, I tried to make the most of the last bits of time that my kidlets and I had together.
I picked up burgers from a fast food place, and we had a picnic out in the backyard. We built elaborate Rube Goldberg type machines using Hot Wheels sets (one of them is a chain effect setup- he just keeps changing what triggers it). We spent two days at Disneyland and the night at a hotel. Who knew? A night at a hotel is one of the most exciting things you can do for two little kids. They also got to go to their great-grandparents’ house, which has a pool! All the fun things that you could do without passing out from heat exhaustion.
There were plenty of tantrums, meltdowns and arguments. But I think it’s safe to say that we had a memorable end to our summer.