Tucker Goes to Preschool

Once upon a time, there was a sweet little angel boy named Tucker. While his sister was at school, he would angelically play with is toys or watch a cartoon while I did my housework or took a shower. I could drink tea, read a magazine, etc. because he was happy to entertain himself.

Tucker was technically old enough to start a 3 year old Preschool, but Mommy loved having him at home, and he was a little immature and babyish. He still had a few accidents and he was hard to understand. And while his sister was more than ready to go to school at this age, Tucker was just not. And that was a-okay with Mommy.

Fast forward a month to the middle of October...
After Baby Brody had made his appearance, Tucker realized that he was not the baby anymore. All of a sudden, entertaining himself and following Mommy around all morning was not fun anymore. In fact, he all of a sudden started talking more...as in never stopping talking. Trying to get Mommy's attention. All day long. And basically being a royal pain in the butt while Mom nursed the baby. As soon as she would get settled in, Tucker would need something. As soon as Brody was latched on and nursing well, Tucker would need to go to the bathroom, and all of a sudden he wasn't able to go on his own. It was as if he had lost his place and was desperately trying to find a new one.


("Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy.....Hey, Mommy, watch this! Look at me, not Brody. Mommy, Mommy, Mommy." "What, Tucker?" "Hi Mommy.")
For the love of God.

Luckily Mommy talked to another Mommy friend who talked about her own three year old going to Preschool and there was one spot open in the afternoon. All of a sudden, Tucker was not so babyish after all. He actually talked pretty darn well, and so what if the teacher couldn't understand him. She called the school at 10:30 and they said, YES! Tucker was scheduled to start that very day at 12:30. And he was excited. And so was Mommy. Maybe this would give him a reason to stop the incessant baby talk and start being able to go to the bathroom on his own again. So we loaded up in the car and headed to Kings. The only store in Emmett that might possibly have a backpack this late in the year. Low and behold, one small backpack hung on the wall. There was no drama. Tucker was very excited for this backpack. So we bought it and off we went to eat lunch and go to school.



There are eight 3-year olds in his class, the rest are four. There are a bunch of immature boys that he loves to play with. He loves loves LOVES school. He is so excited to have something to do and has even decided to go to the bathroom on his own again. Most of the time.

And here is the big preschool boy on his first day. When I picked him up he was knee deep in pea gravel and shovels and dump trucks, so his pants are filthy. He comes home every day dirty and covered in snacks. And it's fabulous. Thank God for preschool!