Wednesday, October 03, 2012

 

First Month of Preschool

So I am beginning to see another use for this here blog.  A reference tool for future school assignments.  Lotus is currently working on a timeline of her life for a school project and with out the blog I am not sure we would be in such great shape.  What's that you ask, Lotus?  When is the exact date you started preschool?  Of course I remember, that date is etched into my brain just like every memorable thing you have ever done or said.  But let me just access our blog to make sure I'm right.


Lucian with Diana
With that being said Lucian started preschool on SEPTEMBER 5, 2012.  And it's just so cute how much he loves it.  I wasn't too worried that he would have a hard time transitioning since he had almost a year at a local and awesome daycare.  He loved Diana so much and she loved him.  One day we saw her and her boys in the Trader Joe's parking lot and he screamed, "Mommy, mommy!  There's Diana, she loves me!"

But by this summer he was the oldest kid there and ready to play and learn from kids his own age.  Boy was he ready and rearing to go on to Lotus's Alma mater, Pacific Coast Montessori.  The only time he's upset is the two days a week that he doesn't go to preschool and when I come to pick him up.

And I struggle because there's no reason I couldn't add an extra day.  Frankly I need the time and he clearly would be thrilled to have another day with Teacher Ann and Teacher Pat... or more realistically the turtles, trains and huge box of Legos.  (On a side note even though Lotus attended this preschool, but it's like a whole new preschool for me since there is basically no overlap in what they are interested in.) But seeing how little time we have with Lotus now that's she's in second grade and how fast it all goes by I want to treasure the two mornings a week we have.  At least for a few more months. Even if sometimes by treasuring we may even be mentally torturing each other.  Especially since Lucian has perfected the art of whining.  And specifically whining about watching television in a cycle that goes like this:
Mommy, can I watch a show
But I want to watch a show
But I NEED to watch a show
repeat... often


Even with the painful auditory repetition I'm not quite ready to give up the few hours of just the two of us.  So for now three days a week he grabs his little Thomas lunchbox and leaps out of the car with glee.  Runs in and puts them where they belong and tosses a kiss in Nate or my general direction.  Thrilled to play with new toys and new friends and learn lots of new things.

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