Yesterday Rowan started preschool. Unbelievable. She is only 2 1/2, and Fletcher just started this year at age 4! But ever since Fletcher started, she has talked non-stop about school and how much she wanted to go. The director of the school and the teachers got to know Rowan pretty well over the past few months, and Rowan charmed herself into that school.
Children are supposed to be potty trained before going to this school, but my stubborn 2 year old just won't work on it. So when the director or teachers would ask about her, I'd say, "Nope, she's not ready!" Because what stay at home mom starts her kids at preschool so early, anyway? Well, this one does.
The director pulled me aside, and told me that she has 2 teachers willing to work with Rowan on potty training at school. And that is how my 2 year old started preschool. She goes Tuesdays and Thursdays for a couple hours.
When I met with Rowan's teacher, I warned her that while Rowan can be cute and charming, she is made up of stubborn strong will and the lung capacity to scream longer and louder than anyone I know. I told the teacher, "You asked for it. Literally!" And when I picked up Rowan yesterday, the teacher said she could see what I was saying. But she also said she listened and followed directions, and is happily learning the songs for the Christmas pageant. Which is good because when I try and sing songs with her, she will bossily call out, "NO! Jingle bells!" or "twinkle twinkle!" The girl knows what she wants.
I think preschool is a hit! And since Rowan's class is in the morning, and Fletcher's class is in the afternoon, Fletcher and I get a little bonding time two days a week.
I didn't think we were ready for this step, but I was clearly wrong.