Baby's first...Day at school
Today is a monumentous day. It is the first day of ante-pre-school.
What?
Don't get me started, yes I know as well as anybody else does that "ante" means "pre", "before". As in ante-natal (before birth), ante-meridian (aka AM, aka morning, aka before noon). So what on earth is this pre-pre-school business? It's the Scottish Government's pledge for all 3 year olds to have 12.5 hours of informal education, something before formal nursery (just one pre in pre-school) starts.
And that day has come...
Will MOTS crumble at the school gate? Will we get a "please see me" note coming home tonight? I'm guessing no on both counts today, but at some point both will come. From the meet & greet session we had at the start of the month we're expecting developmental crosses on his file.
Jigsaws. Hmm, that went well. As one of the staff tried to get him involved in doing a jigsaw and got a confused look, there was clearly a negative response. The piece was looked at. I was looked at. The piece was put down. The staff tried to tell him it made the picture on the box. He left. The pieces were bigger than he's used to, and he doesn't use the pictures. It was beneath him, and he wasn't for doing it. But that's the first indicator that he doesn't fit in a tick-box.
Some things he's way ahead on, some things he's OK, some things he's behind. I hope school doesn't turn out to be a leveller, I hope he's encouraged with the things he's ahead on and helped with the things he's
behind on. Either way, it's an exciting day, with exciting times ahead.
