Jonah started school in October, once he had turned two. It's a cute little in-home preschool that consists of one highly-trained, hard-working, meticulous, loving teacher and a total of six kids. Above is Ms. Mira and her two-year-old son Sam, plus four-year-old Henry, both in Jonah's class.
The first day I dropped Jonah off, he didn't cry or talk but just watched me leave, expressionless. Tough little guy. Mira said he asked about me now and then, but he seemed to know I was coming back. I was near tears, but it was much better than the first time I did this - walking away from a sobbing, two-year-old Isaac. When I came back three hours later to get Jonah, his face lit up as he said "Mama!" and ran into my arms. The next day when I dropped him off, he again watched me go but never cried. For the first few weeks, when Mira asked the kids at pickup time if their day had been happy, sad or okay, Jonah continued to pick sad, even when it sounded like he'd been smiling and playing pretty well.
Now, two months later, Jonah says "I have happy!" when asked to rate his day. He asks to go to school each week, and he names all the kids he's going to play with there. They have Morning Meeting, centers, snack, and they finish each morning with outside time with lots of toys. It's been a wonderful first school.
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