Someone Started Preschool!

Our little Dooey Man started Preschool this week. 

It may have been in a more untraditional way, but he has proven himself ready, willing, and wanting. 

Every time we took Miley to, or picked her up from preschool Scotlin would ask if he could stay. 

Miley has had nothing but a wonderful experience, and comes home raving about every detail only making it harder for Scotlin to understand why he hasn't been able to join in on the fun. 

At first, I thought preschool would be something nice for Miley to do all on her own, and give them both a little break from each other. I learned quickly this was all in my head, because they never wanted to be apart! :) 

Everyday she had school, he wanted to be there, and she wanted him to come along. 

I decided this is one of those things I'll have to chalk up to their ages being so close. 

They literally do everything together, always have, and obviously like it that way. 

So, who am I to hold him back? 

I loved having Dooey Dates with my little buddy during our alone time together, but I know in the back of my mind, as the winter weather comes near, and a new baby joining our family, he'll probably enjoy the atmosphere of preschool with sister a little more than being home watching movies with me. ;) 

I was a little worried sending him to school. (He's my baby!!) So, I asked the teachers if we could give it a trial run. At the end of the first week their report was positive. They said he did better than most kids starting out. We all felt confident letting him join the group. He has been nothing but happy to be there. 

I always worry about my little Dooey (can't help it) when he's there, so I am always sure to have my phone near by. I am always waiting for a phone call from the preschool saying he's had an accident, or is fighting with a classmate, etc... 

It only took 3 days, and that phone call came. Ha! :)

I got out of the shower to the phone ringing, and dashed to it having a feeling it was the preschool. 

Sure enough, it was his teacher saying he had hit his head with a heavy toy, and was bleeding quite a bit. I know Scotlin is one very tough little kid, but I ran down to the preschool as fast as I could to make sure he was okay. 

He had a very small cut on the top of his head, but we were having a hard time getting it to stop bleeding, so I loaded him up and took him down to our family clinic. The nurse checked him over, cleaned the cut, and sent our little man home with a smile. All was well. 

I always bank on a disaster or two a day, so when they come I'm not surprised. :) 

I doubt this will be our last phone call, although, I do hope so! :) 

Overall, I know he is having a great time, and he wasn't at all phased by his little incident. 

I am glad he is happy and participating in positive things. Win Win for all of us. 

Just wish these sweet little kids didn't grow up so fast.