So we’ve both started settling into our new mini routine of pre-school. Slowly. Very very slowly. But we’re getting there. Little Zs emotions on finding out he’s going that particular day can vary from his bottom lip quivering to a full on crying session all the way there until I hand him over to the lovely keyworker. And on one particular day he announced he wanted to go to the loo, then locked us both into the bathroom and declared we weren’t going anywhere. I could just about unlock the door from laughing at his latest stunt. I’ve made a mental note to try to make sure he doesn’t lock himself in there solo one of these days. I think we have many more weeks of this but hopefully mine will involve taking down the bathroom door to free a small child.
Each time I’ve picked him up the keyworker has let me spy on him to see he’s laughing and happy and running around with his new friends. So the emotional penny has dropped with me and I know he’s having a good time when he’s not feeling overwhelmed. The staff make a huge fuss over what he’s been doing that day and he loves showing what he’s done. I am the proud owner of his first ever nursery picture which he has shown to anyone that’s walked through our front door and face timed anyone else that hasn’t made it to our house this week.
And the stories about his day are always amusing. Most make no sense or stop halfway if he gets distracted by something shiny, but they are very nice to listen to. A few stories revolved around his new friend Walter last week. How they played on the slide, sang songs and drew pictures. Ahh he has a friend.
Except, when I asked the keyworker who Walter was she looked at me blankly and told me there was no Walter.
Could he have made it up? Did he actually have no friends yet? Oh no!
Then another keyworker pointed out it wasn’t a Walter he was playing with. It was a little girl called Winter. Phew. He has a friend!
Despite several attempts to correct him, he’s still insisting on calling his new friend Walter. Ah well.