He's 3. And he's already crushing.
We struggled with Andrew going to nursery since October, so we didn't press the issue because we knew he'd just have to start in a new primary class when January came any way. So, at the beginning of the month, after lots of talking about going to his new Big Boy Primary Class, we took him for the first time. There was much weeping and wailing, and many tears and sobs, mostly from Andrew. ;) The first week was not so good. I talked to his teachers, who are 2 young ladies in our ward, and both are just so pretty and so nice. I explained the problem we've had, and said that we're going to have to give him some tough love so he'll stay in class.
The next week, we gave his teacher a snack cup of Cheerios, kissed him, and waved goodbye with a smile. He calmed down after a few minutes, and each time I'd peek in, he was sitting happily on his teacher's lap. This, I suspect, is where it all began.
He was very excited to go to primary yesterday. I walked him into the room, he was slightly hesitant, but found a chair to sit on. I checked on him after Sharing Time started, and yup.... he was sitting right next to his pretty teacher.
In the bath this morning, I was talking to him about primary and how proud I am of him going all by himself and not crying for Mommy or Daddy. I asked him if he liked his friends in his class, and if he had fun. He answered "yes" and then said "I like my teacher, too. She's pretty, Mom."
I swear he blushed a little.
We struggled with Andrew going to nursery since October, so we didn't press the issue because we knew he'd just have to start in a new primary class when January came any way. So, at the beginning of the month, after lots of talking about going to his new Big Boy Primary Class, we took him for the first time. There was much weeping and wailing, and many tears and sobs, mostly from Andrew. ;) The first week was not so good. I talked to his teachers, who are 2 young ladies in our ward, and both are just so pretty and so nice. I explained the problem we've had, and said that we're going to have to give him some tough love so he'll stay in class.
The next week, we gave his teacher a snack cup of Cheerios, kissed him, and waved goodbye with a smile. He calmed down after a few minutes, and each time I'd peek in, he was sitting happily on his teacher's lap. This, I suspect, is where it all began.
He was very excited to go to primary yesterday. I walked him into the room, he was slightly hesitant, but found a chair to sit on. I checked on him after Sharing Time started, and yup.... he was sitting right next to his pretty teacher.
In the bath this morning, I was talking to him about primary and how proud I am of him going all by himself and not crying for Mommy or Daddy. I asked him if he liked his friends in his class, and if he had fun. He answered "yes" and then said "I like my teacher, too. She's pretty, Mom."
I swear he blushed a little.
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