It’s almost preschool registration time around here, so Mike and I have been going over our options and we have some tours planned. Annie won’t start until September, so it’s hard for me to wrap my head around seven months from now. We’re only going to enroll her for two days a week in the mornings, but we are excited to see what a classroom environment will do for her. She really takes to her teachers in the different lessons we’ve signed her up for over the last half-year, so we’re confident that she’ll thrive in preschool.

The weather was nice on Sunday morning, so we walked up the street to the playground attached to the local school. As she did her cute little kid run ahead of us she shouted, “I’m at school! I woke up and I was older and now I get to go to school!” One of our neighbors was outside watering her flowers and cracked up.

on the way to the playground

I told her that someday when I wake her up at 6am for high school, I’ll remind her of her early enthusiasm.

On the playground Mike helped her with her big-girl bike while I sat at a lunch table and caught my breath. I’m just going to pretend I was winded because the baby is already in my lungs and not because I have to “take it easy” most of the time. I watched Mike explain peddling over and over to Annie. It would click for a moment, and then she’d get distracted.

learning how to ride

learning how to ride

learning how to ride

At one point, a forgotten lunch box distracted her to the point where she turned her handlebars funny and the bike tipped over. She was fine (yay for helmets!), but startled. She cried a bit and asked to go on the swings. We told her she could – if she got back on her bike and rode it to the swing set. She hopped back on and started the process of figuring out how to peddle again. Mike and I high-fived behind her back all, “Yeah! Parenting moment!”

learning how to ride

She and Mike had fun climbing all over the jungle gym. Luckily she didn’t ask me to climb on it with them! I would not have fit on the slide.

at the playground

She did, however, convince me to swing with her, which I did for a few moments before I realized swinging = nausea overload.

swingers

swinging

I noticed that she was tackling some of the obstacles with lots of confidence, and she was much stronger physically. That’s what we were hoping she would get out of gymnastics and dance, and I’ve seen her progress during her lessons, but it was awesome to see her using her skills in other places, too.

on the rings

on the rings

I’m laughing that we forgot to take off her helmet while she played. Hee hee.

at the playground

Sorry Annie!

After we thoroughly exhausted her, we walked back home. All of that…sitting….exhausted me, too, so Mike had to be the pack mule. It’s just too bad there wasn’t room for me.

a nice daddy on the way home

She’s asked every day since if she can “go to school.” She’s definitely ready. Do kids usually go along on preschool tours? She would probably be beside herself if she was able to go with us.