Oliver is now 3 years old and just over a month ago he started in the school nursery, where he attends every afternoon from 12:20-3:20.
We talked about him starting all over the summer and when September arrived and his older brothers were going to school every day he couldn’t understand why he wasn’t going, after 5 weeks he had his first day. We had bought all of his school uniform at the end of the summer at the same time as when i bought his siblings, he had it all folded and stored on the bottom shelf of his wardrobe just waiting for him to wear it.
Oliver is quite small for his age and is still wearing age 18-24 months clothes, so we had to search around for navy bottoms and jumper to fit him, also we ordered his white polo shirt online in his size. They fit him perfectly and he is so proud to be wearing a uniform. He even has a school wooly hat that once belonged to his older brother, that he runs round the house in the morning looking for before we head off to the childminders house.
He was excited on his first day, I met him and his childminder at the school gates during my lunch time so that i would be able to help settle him in. He was jumping around and full of beans at the gates but as soon as we started to walk along with the other parents and children towards the nursery door he began to hide behind my legs and be a bit clingy. As we entered through the Nursery doors we walked along the corridor looking for his coat peg, he quickly found it as it had a picture fo him above it. He found this funny as he could not remember his teachers taking the photograph on the home visit back in September. He seamed to be eager at this point to get through thr main doors into the Nursery but as we got among the other parents and children he became a little overwhelmed by all the other people around, maybe he thought that he would be the only child starting as he kept looking at all the other children. I walked him into the Nursery room and the first thing he said was that he wanted to go to the toilet, we was pointed into the right direction and off he went. I quickly noted that Oliver was smaller than the other children, which isn’t a surprise as so are his older brother with their class mates. I showed him where to was his hands and he no trouble reaching forward to turn on the taps at the sink.
I told him that Mummy would have to go and that he should go and find some friends to play with, we walked over to the other children. Some were playing on the floor with some building bricks. Oliver seemed a bit anxious and was getting a bit upset, I asked him what was wrong and he told me that he wanted to go on the bikes outside. His teacher told him that the outside area only opened up once all the adults had gone and the main front door was closed, he seemed to chear up a bit at this. I bent down to give him a big hug and explained that all the adults had to and leave the children with their teachers and go, he gave me a big hug and a squeeze. He told me he would be a good boy.
His first day was good but for the rest of the week he was a bit upset about going, I think it all got a bit too much for him. He is still quite young, only turning three at the end of July. He is struggling with not having a nap every day, as before he started nursery he had about an hours sleep at aroung midday. I have tried to introduce bedtime a little earlier now, which he is happy to go to his bed and puts himself a sleep.
Oliver has been going to School Nursery for 6 weeks now and has settled in really well, abit too much probably as I have been told he needs to slow down inside and stop running around. Oh dear! He likes to go to every area and try and fit all of the activiities in, He is over his shyness and had made lots of friends. He comes hime every day telling me about what songs he has sung, what toys he played with and who his friends are.
It is so cute seeing him run along the road to see his friends, shouting out their names. He has a favourite teacher and always talks about her.
He knows all of his numbers up to 20 by sight, knows his alphabet and sounds, can write his name, draw people and knows his shapes and colours.
I am so pleased he has settled in well and that he loves to learn.
Are you going through a similar experience? How has your toddler coped?