This morning we did it again...first day of pre-school for Ned. I even got him to let me take a picture - just had to tell him that we needed to do one just like we did Peter's last year.
We were lucky to find a small in-home pre-school in our little town. I debated about starting him at 3, but with his brother gone half of the day, he was already bored to tears last week (really - there were lots of tears last week accompanied by requests to go get Peter) and I knew that's how it would be. Peter and Ned's school times are both in the morning, so it will also give me time to volunteer in Peter's classroom.
He was excited to go play with the red firetruck that he found at the open house night a week ago. I hope he had fun today!
I didn't mean to disappear for a whole week, but with the start of school we were all getting used to a new schedule. Peter still resists school in the morning, but once the bell rings, he lets me leave him and his biggest disappointment seems to be that he can't ride the bus home. He doesn't seem to understand that if you only live six blocks from the school, you don't really need to ride the bus. I found out that his teacher used to work at the developmental pre-school that Peter went to for the last two years, so she's had experience with kids with sensory issues and told me that she "has some ideas" for him. Hooray for that!