I’m a Preschooler

Milo is a preschooler!

Milo will proudly tell you he’s a preschooler. Technically he’s not because he’s not three yet, so they are still keeping the 1:5 teacher to kid ratio. Once Milo, the youngest in the class, turns three, then the ratio will go up 1:10 (and good luck to the teachers!). But in all other aspects, they’ve transitioned them into the preschool curriculum.

Milo had been waiting in excitement all summer to become a preschooler. We were a little worried since Emmett arrived right before the first day of school, and that would be a lot of change. But put a backpack on him and voila, he transitioned just fine. His classroom is a mix of ages, from Milo’s age to 5 year olds. Milo has always been fascinated with older kids, and their movements and interactions with each other. His teacher said it’s entertaining watching him mix into their group. He tries to organize the activity, “Guys, let’s make a plan.” Sometimes they follow; other times they don’t, and he gets upset and gets over it. Already, my son is trying to rally people 🙂

We’ve heard of the regression after the baby is born. I guess we’re not quite there yet since Emmett isn’t home. But Milo has started to wake up in the night. Since the time Ben let him into our bed (when I was at the hospital), he has repeatedly tried to reason at bedtime, “I have bad dreams so I need to sleep in your bed.” But he really does have nightmares. There was one about Daddy going to the guitar shop on his own. Milo got a ride from the tow truck, but when he got there, Daddy had already taken off the cover of the ukulele. And that’s when he woke up screaming.

But, knock on wood, he seems to be getting over the bad dreams. In the morning, he’s started getting out of bed on his own and “visiting” us, with books and loveys. It’s incredibly sweet and a much nicer wake up call. Just this week, he even got out, pooed on the potty, and tried to get dress himself, before knocking on Tata Chippy’s door for help opening the dresser. He sort of wiped himself, so we’ll have to work on that.

We are still constantly amazed at his language. We have real conversations, with banter, jokes, and lots of why’s. Some are totally legit questions: “Will I garden when I am in kindergarten?” You can see him processing: “If the hare hadn’t taken a break, and the tortoise did, then the hare might have won.” We were just impressed with the sentence structure!

When I was pregnant, there was the conversation about how babies are born. Seriously. It started out with discussing duck eggs, and how some eggs have birds while other eggs we can eat. Milo asked, “How does the baby bird come out?” I explained that when it starts to get too big to fit in the egg, it pokes a hole with its beak and hatches out of the egg. Milo thought about that for a moment and then asked, “How do you poke a hole in your belly?” I had no choice but to answer. So just a little warning if he openly discusses where babies come out of.

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At the dragon boat race, eating fried chicken in his birthday suit. Doesn’t get any classier than this.

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