The first day of preschool, that had been anticipated with such eagerness, finally arrived...and he was sick. The second day of preschool came....and he was sick. The entire weekend he was sick.
It was on day 6 of illness that it occurred to me that he might not be sick - and just have allergies. Duh. Apparently - coughing and sneezing accompanied with itchy, watery eyes is a good indicator...which I mistook for a cold.
I am a bit of a germaphobe. To me there is nothing worse than inconsiderate people who drag their sick children around to infect the well ones...so if I err....it is on the disinfected side of caution.
Since he missed the first week of school - he had convinced himself that he was excused for the entire year.
"I'm ever not going to pre-school!", he announced every morning at breakfast...
repeating his mantra every night as he was tucked in.
Well...Bradley was finally able to enjoy the first day of class on Monday. I thought I would have a battle on my hands but was pleased to see that he had overcome his denial and was going to go somewhat willingly.
His hair had been done earlier that morning...but he tousled it in the car as his final act of retaliation against me.
He was extra nervous since it was like being "the new kid".
He begged me not to take pictures...
what mom takes pictures well after the 1st day of school, anyway?
I do.
He came in and hung up his bag...
Washed his hands...
And picked his activity bucket while waiting for class to start.
Tom and I kissed him on the top of the head - reminded him we love him - and headed out. I was so proud of him. No tears. No looking back. When I picked him up...this is what I found...
Though he did come home and announce, "I'm ever not going to Kindergarten!"
Perhaps he's saving "the real" battle for next year.
*(I'm hoping there is no genetic predisposition to bailing on Kindergarten like my brother Mat did. The school notified my mother that he was missing. Everyone was out searching for him when my mom discovered him in her garage -
hiding in a trash can).
Go Mat! He aint no hoop jumper.
It was on day 6 of illness that it occurred to me that he might not be sick - and just have allergies. Duh. Apparently - coughing and sneezing accompanied with itchy, watery eyes is a good indicator...which I mistook for a cold.
I am a bit of a germaphobe. To me there is nothing worse than inconsiderate people who drag their sick children around to infect the well ones...so if I err....it is on the disinfected side of caution.
Since he missed the first week of school - he had convinced himself that he was excused for the entire year.
"I'm ever not going to pre-school!", he announced every morning at breakfast...
repeating his mantra every night as he was tucked in.
Well...Bradley was finally able to enjoy the first day of class on Monday. I thought I would have a battle on my hands but was pleased to see that he had overcome his denial and was going to go somewhat willingly.
His hair had been done earlier that morning...but he tousled it in the car as his final act of retaliation against me. He was extra nervous since it was like being "the new kid".
He begged me not to take pictures...
what mom takes pictures well after the 1st day of school, anyway?
I do.
He came in and hung up his bag...Washed his hands...
And picked his activity bucket while waiting for class to start.
Tom and I kissed him on the top of the head - reminded him we love him - and headed out. I was so proud of him. No tears. No looking back. When I picked him up...this is what I found...
Though he did come home and announce, "I'm ever not going to Kindergarten!"
Perhaps he's saving "the real" battle for next year.
*(I'm hoping there is no genetic predisposition to bailing on Kindergarten like my brother Mat did. The school notified my mother that he was missing. Everyone was out searching for him when my mom discovered him in her garage -
hiding in a trash can).
Go Mat! He aint no hoop jumper.
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