I'm almost afraid to type these words. I don't want to jinx it, but I do want to share. Eh, we'll throw caution to the wind!
The transition to New School has been going really, really well. We haven't had any tears at drop off. A little bit of trepidation, but nothing big. And yesterday morning when we pulled into the parking lot, he said, "New School, yay!"
Please excuse me while I let out a big exhale.
It's also been so fun to hear him talk about all the things he's doing. "I bounce the red ball." "I push the bike around the circle." "I make horse go in and out." (Of the toy barn in his classroom.) And my favorite, "I like that [name of friend], he's a good guy." (I have no idea where he picked that up, but it's adorable.) I don't know if this is even possible or not, but it feels like just shaking up his routine a little has triggered a word explosion.
In addition to everything else that's going on, New School has the toddlers wear training pants during the day. I'm such a nerd, but have to admit looking forward to getting his first "big boy undies". So far, he still doesn't really seem to love the idea of "going on the potty", but--with little helicopters and cars and puppy dogs--the undies are still so stinkin' cute. (And thankfully, waterproof on the outside still, so it's all good!)