back to school & a heartbreak.

It's been a week since we started back to school. Mason really loves school - he is a curious kid by nature and always wants plans. I can pack a day full of activities and the second we are done and have some down time its full of "Mommy what are we doing next" and "After we color/swim/run in circles for 15 hours, then what are we going to do" questioning. We are going to CHILL OUT and do nothing, imagine that. Needless to say, school is a nice break for all of us.

This year he moved up to the Older 3's class. He also goes three days instead of just two. His teachers are super sweet and both are bilingual, we've been promised bilingual preschoolers by May. We are pretty excited about this Fall. Mason has a handful of super cute 3.5 year old friends from his class last year which has taken the edge off of a bigger classroom with more structure.
Last year was all play, this year is a lot of play but a little educational structure with some curriculum involved. He already knows his letters which is one of the things they are focusing on this month, but he likes to have a head start.
This first week of school Mason encountered his first heartbreak and it was so pitiful for me to watch. Mason has had this little girl Hanna in his class since they were 19 month old's. They were always inseparable, he would gladly play kitchen with her for hours and she would chase him on the playground. The teachers often used to tell us how adorable they were together and sometimes in the hall they'd catch them holding hands. Serious love people. Well, Thursday the director informed us that Hanna moved - all the way to Boston!! Mason was pretty down in the dumps.
I tried to heal all his heartbreak wounds with a date, just mama and Mason - well and some spaghetti and meatballs. I think it work. Michael mentioned getting a six pack and having the talk. Instead we settled for Bluebell and dinosaur shaped sprinkles. He was back at school today with a smile on his face and a reassurance that "all his other friends would still be there". I guess his gloomy week is over. He moves on quickly - but it was definitely his first little heartbreak and watching his heart break, broke mine.


Disclaimer: Against the wishes of a very cute 3.5 year old, the very Incredible Hulk will not be attending preschool this year.