Any one that follows me on twitter or Facebook will know that my little twin cherubs started pre-school for the first time yesterday. Although pre-schools are allowed to take children from two, the one BBgoes to does not usually take until two and half, so at two years and three months the twins are starting a little early.
I know that they need to go as they have ever only had me as they main form of childcare, and also from a social perspective, that they need to realize that the world extends beyond the other twin and Noah. However, they both look so little and are quite behind on their speech so appear to be quite baby like in some aspects. To say I was apprehensive is an understatement, especially as BBstruggles with the adjustment of pre-school. I was still undecided that they were totally ready.
I had been prepping them all week that they were going on Thursday and they were both very excited. On the morning I got them ready and they paraded around with their lunch boxes with spirits like a successful businessman just completing his latest multi million pound deal. They had such pride.
I managed to capture a snap shot of them standing together to mark the occasion.
We arrived to the ‘Blue House’ as we call it and they ventured in holding my hands. We removed coats and hung them on their pegs with their names on (so cute). I then had to try to explain to Little Madam that it was not necessary to remove her shoes at pre-school!
They did not appear shy and went straight to the finger painting table. Little Madam had her solemn face on and I feared she might start to cry. She looked very perplexed. I left them to sort BBout and then went back to them for kisses. I pegged it out faster than a cheetah so as not to see a tear (I know, I am a complete coward, but had she cried, I would have taken her home.)
The nursery staff reassured me all would be ok and they would call if they had any concerns.
No phone call.
I have two hours to myself and I can’t stick to a task. I opt for ironing so at least I can have the TV on to keep me distracted.
Multiple Daddy, manages to make it home so that he come pick them up with me (I would like to say this was a planned venture but unfortunately it is because we have had to call the insurance people in as the side of our house is falling down! – Fab start to the New Year hey?)
We go in and are informed that they have had a lovely time and no issues at all. All the other parents are asking after them and their first day. All the children are still in a separate room singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to another child. The parent s stand and wait and the children come out one by one. BBis sent out first and he runs to me arms open for a cuddle. Then he sees Daddy and is thrilled.
Other children rush to their parents in the thrill and excitement that they have not be abandoned.
Little Madam ventures out…. takes one look at Daddy and me, completes a huge jumps forward and blows the biggest raspberry you have ever seen! Then runs back in saying ‘No’ to leaving! The most bizarre reaction to the first day of pre-school I think the staff and parents have ever seen.
I was expecting tears of relief that we had returned but oh no –that is not Little Madam’s style.
Out follows Chilled out Boy. He looks dazed. He dawdled forwards ignoring us completely. He reminds me of the stoned rabbit in the magic roundabout! He finally see’s us and smiles a sleepy smile. Little Madam in the meantime realizes she has an audience of parents and continues with her raspberry blowing!
So my not ready, too young, slightly behind developmentally twins showed that pre-school was definitely not too much for them at all, as we herded them out the door slightly pink in the cheeks!
Can you believe it? One day of pre-school and I had Chilled out Boy up all night with his first ever sickness bug! Terrible night and now just hoping Little Madam, BBor even I don’t get it. Ahhhhh…….. *very distressed mummy*