Our baby is in Big Girl School! Or at least, that’s what we’ve been calling it to distinguish daycare from School School. Arddun’s starting a year earlier than many her age, but we think she’s been ready and raring to go for a while now. We’ve been talking about it, showing her the campus in passing, and slowly adding to her Big School collection – school bag, socks, blinding white sneakers, fruit box…
The only obstacle seemed to be her new, not-so-glad rags.
A few months ago, we paid a visit to the second-hand Uniform shop to pick out her new uniform. (I balked at spending a few hundred dollars for full-priced preschool clothes, when she’s growing like a glorious weed.) The only “problem”, of course, was that the preschool uniform was really just the P.E. attire, and as unisex P.E. attires the world over go, they are usually ill-fitting and baggy. Arddun looked like a drowned rat. It was the first time in her life she very politely asked to be excused from wearing anything I put in front of her.
This partly explains the rather somber first-day photos we took last Tuesday, before her hour-long school orientation.
But what a change this morning! After having a taste of her new classroom, friends and teachers, we had a totally different girl this morning.
“Take photos of me, Mummy!”
Yes. Take photos of me in my new Big Girl School Uniform, Mummy.
I happily complied.
AFTER SCHOOL UPDATE – Came into Arddun’s classroom come pick-up time, and was rather perplexed when I couldn’t see her excited little face anywhere. I had half expected her to come bounding up to me and hugging my leg the minute Atticus’s pram pushed through the door.
Turned out she was fast asleep, face grubby, hair wild, polo shirt untucked, socks and shoes off.
A good first day, then. 😊