I’m getting really behind on the things I want/need to blog about. I keep getting post ideas, sticking the title in drafts so I don’t forget it… and then having neither the time nor the energy to write it up!
This actually happened last week – our nursery spoke to us and asked us how we would feel about Oliver moving up to the pre-school room full time. I suspect at the age of two and 4 months, he’s slightly younger than they normally move them up but they had a couple of reasons for wanting to do so – the main one being that a lot of his friends were moving up as well and they thought it would be nice for them to stay together and a new batch of babies had just moved up to the toddler room, making our toddlers look rather large and scary I would imagine!
He has been visiting the pre-school along with some of the other older toddlers a few afternoons a week for quite a while now and apparently he really thrives in there so they were more than happy to recommend to us that he make the switch full time. The process is fairly gradual and child led but all reports so far have been that he loves it in there and gets very excited when it’s time to go in there each day (all children eat breakfast together in the toddler room in the morning before the pre-schoolers go to their own room).
I think David and I have mixed emotions about all this – mainly I feel proud that he’s so independent and completely open to life’s big changes (hey, to a toddler I’m sure a room change is a big deal!) not to mention how well he’s progressing in general at nursery so far. Of course I also feel sad that his toddler nursery days are already behind him and that he’s one step closer to ‘real’ school. I don’t feel ready for that at all but at least being a September baby, he’ll be one of the latest possible starters when the time comes!
Earlier this week I was called to pick him up from nursery because he was poorly with a high temperature – and when I had him home with me all feverish, confused and upset but full of cuddles, I have to admit that a tiny part of me enjoyed it because he felt a little bit closer to being a baby again than he has done recently, since getting so grown up these past few months. Thankfully, the illness was over with all too quickly and he’s now back to his old self again and too smart for his own good.