June 1 marked what was arguably the biggest day of Jonathan's life--his first day in a new school. He attended the same child care facility since a very early age until the end of May of this year. We were very happy with the program for the bulk of that time, but the preschool curriculum was not structured enough to suit our tastes. I looked around and found a new school with a program that I thought would work better for us as well as for Jonathan. The new school has a summer camp, so we thought it would be good for him to get used to a new place before he's actually supposed to concentrate on learning; the fact that there is a ton of flexibility as far as payments, skipping weeks, etc. didn't hurt either.
Jonathan was well prepped for the move, so much so that this was how he looked that morning before we left the house:
When we got to the new school, he bounded up the stairs and I lagged behind, totally amazed that it was going to be so easy. Unfortunately, it wasn't quite so easy as he lost it as soon as one of the new teachers spoke to him. He went inside my skirt and buried his face between my butt cheeks. I wish I could say I was exaggerating when I report that the teacher had to go inside my skirt to extract him, but I'm not. It was a bit personal for a woman I'd just met but what can you do?
I am happy to report, though, that but for that incident and just a couple of others, the transition has been wonderful and we are in love with the new facility. The new school is Catholic and Jonathan keeps asking me when he gets to see the nuns. I am not even sure that knows what nuns are and I am afraid that he will be disappointed when he finds out...
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