Moving On Up
Today was Jack's last full day in his Toddler classroom at his daycare. On Monday he will start his transition to a Preschool classroom. I guess he's already begun the transition, really. They started talking to him about it weeks ago. He knows he's going, along with another boy soon to turn 3, to another classroom - one which he calls "the duck room." I don't know why. He has told me he doesn't want to go to the duck room, but he has also enthusiastically told me that there are Legos in the duck room. The lead teacher introduced herself to Steve one afternoon. He'll be in a class of 3 to 5 year olds, which I think will be good for him.
It's a little bittersweet. He's leaving behind 8 friends. The one boy transitioning with him is not one of the ones he talks about often. I'm sure he'll be fine, as he's pretty adaptable, but he's starting to have more of a memory. He remembers and occasionally mentions his friend, Jocelyn, who left his classroom a couple of months ago.
For a week or two, he was refusing to sleep. He wouldn't go to sleep until 9:30 or 10:00; he'd wake up a couple of times; he'd wake up early. Ugh. I hoped he was just gearing up for some developmental leap, preferably potty training.
Then, literally overnight, he leaped. It was not potty training though. It was language. Overnight he went from saying things like, "No, Momma. Use that one," to, "Mom, if you are cold, you can use that brown blanket over there, on my chair." These sudden leaps are so fascinating. It's like something just switches on in his head. Yesterday, as I was driving him to school, he started talking to me about a field trip he took in the Fall. He told me that the hay ride was bumpy, and that the pumpkins were heavy. It was like he had been storing it up in his head since October, wanting to tell me about it but lacking the words.
It's a little bittersweet. He's leaving behind 8 friends. The one boy transitioning with him is not one of the ones he talks about often. I'm sure he'll be fine, as he's pretty adaptable, but he's starting to have more of a memory. He remembers and occasionally mentions his friend, Jocelyn, who left his classroom a couple of months ago.
For a week or two, he was refusing to sleep. He wouldn't go to sleep until 9:30 or 10:00; he'd wake up a couple of times; he'd wake up early. Ugh. I hoped he was just gearing up for some developmental leap, preferably potty training.
Then, literally overnight, he leaped. It was not potty training though. It was language. Overnight he went from saying things like, "No, Momma. Use that one," to, "Mom, if you are cold, you can use that brown blanket over there, on my chair." These sudden leaps are so fascinating. It's like something just switches on in his head. Yesterday, as I was driving him to school, he started talking to me about a field trip he took in the Fall. He told me that the hay ride was bumpy, and that the pumpkins were heavy. It was like he had been storing it up in his head since October, wanting to tell me about it but lacking the words.