We were lucky enough to be offered a space for Sam at the nursery attached to Ethan’s school before Christmas to start after the break. He went in for a practise session and was less than impressed with me stopping him playing with Postman Pat to get a picture. He also pretty much refused to leave after the hour when no one else was leaving and he’d just discovered a box of Thomas tracks.
He started afternoons just after the Christmas break and loved it, as you can see he was just a tad excited to be off. He’s been having a blast and has finally accepted, on seeing it written down on his name card, that his name is Samuel, not just Sammy. He also shared a class with at least two other Sams, so points for originality, me!
Last week we were offered the chance to move him to mornings as I had asked if it would be possible in September when the rest of Nursery will move up to year one and he’ll be staying on another year. I said yes and it was all arranged in a day and we swapped over.
The first day we went in, and he hung up his coat and bag and grabbed his name from the board. Then he looked around, turned to me and said “Mummy, where is Sammy with the black glasses?” I had a horrible sinking feeling, and sure enough, when I explained that Sammy was in the afternoon class and he was now in the morning class, the lip came out.
I felt terrible, and he followed me to the door and asked to come home again. I convinced him to stay with the promise of Thomas trains from his teacher and a fudge from me on the way home. Fortunately he has settled back in fine and loves it again.
Now to the matter at hand, HOW is he old enough for a school uniform? He looks ridiculously cute in it, but he really loves school, even if he gets tired easier and is a bit of a grump in the afternoons. That’s one of the benefits of mornings – he can nap after if necessary, and if he happens to nap at the same time as this lively fella…