Last Day at Day School

BabyP's last day at daycare was last Friday.  I was amazed by how not very traumatic it was.  I think mostly that was because I was pretty emotionally drained by the end of the long week.  I was putting in 10 and 11 hour days, and the night before Mr. T. had wrecked his bike.

We had a great time at this daycare.  I will miss the staff.  The last year for us was a little weird because I moved BabyP into a class that was a little older than him.  He did well, but I don't think he really ever bonded with any of the kids like he did with the others he had been with since he was a baby.  There was one little girl who he played with often, but other than that, he never really spoke about the kids in the class.

Halfway through the school year, his teacher also left.  The new teacher was great.  She did a great job picking up and really moved the kids forward with learning their letters and how to write their name.  I was especially sad to see the other teacher move because that was the reason we moved BabyP in the first place.

But we had a great year.  We had 5 great years at the center.  The kids will be back during the summer.  As a youngster, BabyP has been ready to leave the center for a while.  He is really excited to go to his sister's school.  I am not sure what he expects, but I know he expects to see his sister a lot.

His teacher wrote a nice note about him.  She said that she enjoyed hearing all the crazy stories about his stuffed animals.  William loved the note and had us read it to him over and over again.

So that is that.  We will miss the center, but we all are ready to move one.  I think that is really the perfect way to feel.