Matthew had his first day of preschool today. He was happy to walk to school and when we got there he gave me a big hug goodbye. There were no tears (this is pretty normal) and no clinging to my leg! Seeing as he had been making a bit of a production about me leaving unless I told him I'd wait "outside", I was expecting difficulties but so far so good. It helped that his summer camp was in the same room. At pickup the teachers said he had a good time and commented about how quiet he is (!)
Here's Matthew's take on day 1.
"First I played outside. Then I had to go into the classroom. I didn't get to play in the park and [accusingly] you said I would play in the park." (I reminded him I dropped him off and picked him up at said park) "Oh. But it wasn't a yong enough time, so I didn't count that." We agreed that next time I would come a few minutes later.
"At the classroom I had snack! I got cheese and muffin and cucumber. I 'membered to wash my hands when I was done but none of the other kids did. That's cuz I'm the biggest. And a fire doggy. [Ed Note: I asked that Matthew be required to wash his hands after eating; it's one of our strict house rules in a vain attempt not to kill off Janice, and me, I suppose] Then my teacher read a story. But not my story I picked out. Her story was about dinosaurs. No I been Joking. It been about school. And elephants. No, I be making that up. There was water. And playdough. And painting cept I didn't do painting cuz I was too 'cited about the toys. Then we went outside and you were there."