One of the things I missed posting about last week and shouldn't have really been left out as it is just as important for the third as it was for the first was that O started preschool last Thursday.
Yes, my third, my baby, my little O started preschool with his big sister J. When we first got J re settled into a preschool we were surprised and dismayed to discover that O expected he was going too. After all, wasn't he successfully potty trained? The magical carrot we had held out to him was getting to go to preschool. However as this was all before Christmas, it didn't occur to us that he would expect to be going too.
This presented the quandary of whether or not we could afford to have two kids in preschool at the same time. This preschool gives a 5% discount for siblings and so while it's not a whole lot it was still something and we decided it would be worth it.
I don't know why but I kept thinking he was too young for prechool, still too babyish. I had to remind myself that E started preschool just one month after her 3rd birthday and J started two months before hers. O will be 3 at the end of this month.
Then too, I was concerned at how he would be. He's not used to being left with anyone but his nana so I was worried that he'd cling or cry for his momma.
Well, I shouldn't have worried. He had his coat off as quick as a flash and went to the first set of toy bins lobbed onto the first truck he could find and was off playing. It was with some grunting and groaning when I interupted him to take a photo of his first day at school. Sigh. My baby.
At the end of class, he was happy to come home and most excited to show us the Easter crafts they had made. He was awfully grown up as he greeted me at the door with "I wanna show you sumpin". Even K said O seemed grown up sitting in his car seat on the way home.
So while I am incredibly happy and excited for him because I know how much fun he is going to have at this preschool, more fun than I could possibly create for him, I am just a little sad because he's my last and he just needs me just that little bit less.
On the other hand, I am going to enjoy having an extra hour to myself two days a week. ;)
I couldn't resist throwing in these photos from Easter. The kids had a blast as usual decorating their eggs and eating their candy.