Preschool!

           ImageHanging out in Mama’s office. One of my sweet coworkers brought him a new ball.

 

E and I have made a big transition lately. Well, not so much for me, as for him, but three days a week I go to work and he gets to attend preschool!

I wasn’t looking for work outside of my few-hours-a-week fun, evening job, but suddenly I was offered a job in the office at the preschool my mom teaches at (and I attended as a child!) I was told that they needed administrative help and that E could join the other babies in the nursery while I work. A decent paycheck, and a chance for E to be with other kids three days a week? It was too perfect to pass up! Also, I still get to “stay home” with him 4 out of 7 days, so it feels like the perfect balance for us.

 

ImageSnack time with friends 🙂

 

When I was pregnant, we talked about how great it would be if E could attend preschool a few days a week after he turned one, so when he was three months old, we put him on the wait list at the preschool that’s run by the college that my husband works at. However, their wait list is so long, and the school so popular and exclusive that we didn’t put much faith in him getting in when we wanted him to.

The job offer came around just two weeks after his first birthday, so it was great timing! It’s a nice, private school with sweet teachers and my mom and I can check on him any time.

 

ImagePlaytime with Papa in the evening is the best!

 

I worried about the transition for E because he didn’t know anything other than being with me all the time. I’d taken him to library play groups since he was tiny so he’d been around babies and adults he didn’t know, but I was always THERE. Now I was going to be dropping him off and leaving him (although I’d really just be down the hall…)

He really didn’t do badly though. At first he’d cry pretty hard when I’d leave, but his teachers said it didn’t last long because he was soon distracted by toys and friends. Now he knows what’s up and will usually try to glue himself to my legs to prevent me from leaving, but he’s gotten used to his teachers, and will sometimes even go to them when they hold their hands out for him in the morning.

Generally, we get to the school a little early and he hangs out with my mom and I in the office for a little while, then I walk him down to the nursery. I find that it’s a good strategy to just go ahead and strap him into a highchair and put his breakfast on his tray so that he’s busy while I slip out the door. He’s with his class from 9:00 to 3:00. Throughout the week they go to a music class, a gross motors activity class, and take rides in a buggy that holds six babies at a time.

I try to check on him once an hour, if I can peek through the door without him seeing me, and he’s always happy and playing. I’m lucky that he’s such an adaptable little guy.

 

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Work

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While I was pregnant, I worked a few days a week at a job I really loved. I’ve always wanted to be a stay at home mom, but when E turned 6 weeks old, I decided it would be good to go back to work one evening a week, just to get out of the house and see some friends. When E was 8 weeks old, I actually had my first evening back at work and I felt like a zombie, but now that I’ve been back a few weeks, I’m glad I decided to work a little bit. Even though the paycheck is tiny, it’s nice to have, and I enjoy getting to interact with other adults during the week. I’m so thankful that my husband works really hard so that I can stay at home with the baby, which I love. My “job” is really just for fun.

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Today, I got E to take a nap with me before work, and it put us both in a nice mood for the rest of the day. ♡