Connor's been to playschool for 2 weeks now. I believe the stimulation is good for him. Since I'm paying that much, I *want* to believe it. Hehe. He comes home extremely happy and has been singing (rather untunefully) all sorts of nursery rhymes more often since he's been there. His speech has also picked up a lot and it's becoming better articulated.
They have an outdoor play session, followed by singing, story-telling and show-n-tell. On Tuesday, Mummy packed a book with a picture of flowers for show-n-tell. Yesterday it was a balloon whisk for a session on Things From Home.
The children are fed lunch and diapers are changed before going home. Connor refused lunch for the first three days he was there. I didn't blame him as it was a new environment and the food probably tasted different from what Mummy serves at home. (Don't think shepherd's pie feature on many playschool menus!) I solved the problem by packing a hard boiled egg in his snack box. Connor loves eggs and will eat almost anything that features eggs. So the teachers at school simply added his egg to their lunch and yep, Connor ate everything. Hehe.
Everything was fine except that he would howl and howl when I left. Teacher called him Drama King because his tears would magically stop when I drove out of sight. Yesterday Connor must have realised that the tears don't stop me from leaving and yes, I do return to pick him up after a few hours. So for the first time, he didn't cry when I left him. I was so proud of him! What a big brave boy he's become!
What I like most about playschool is when I arrive to pick him up. It's just fantastic to see his face light up when he spots me and breaks into little jumps of joy. "My mummy!" he'll call out as he jumps about like a happy bunny. Isn't that great. It makes me feel like I'm the most wonderful person on earth and no matter how shitty I feel, his smile always makes things better.