Gifts From Nursery School

When your child goes to Nursery School you can expect many joyous things to come home with them.

Noodles started Nursery in January. Thus far we’ve had:

– Head lice;

– Plastic bags containing soggy trousers (not because of a toilet accident, but because he tipped his drink down himself);

– More head lice;

– Letters to Nursery events that you can guarantee clash with work;

– Library books that instantly get lost amongst the ephemera of family life;

– A letter requesting a meeting with his key worker to discuss how he’s not settling in;

– Various coughs and colds;

– A home visit from the health visitor to discuss why being a toddler boy doesn’t match the developmental expectations  of the child development experts (because he’d rather count numbers and do his own thing rather than sit and draw when instructed);

– Conjunctivitis.

I believe some kids come home with pictures and drawings that they’ve not been been press-ganged into doing.

We’ve not had a bumped head letter or worms yet though, to be fair, so we’re still to complete the full house of Nursery School Bingo. It’s only a matter of time though, I’m sure.

Ah, the joys of mixing with other kids! And the education system. Or not mixing with them, in Noodles’ case, although he must have some contact with the other kids to be able to pick up all the viruses and bugs.

As I said, ‘joyous!’

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12 thoughts on “Gifts From Nursery School”

  1. Ugh. Perhaps next post would be the upside? There has to be an upside doesn’t there? Certainly, you’re not just subject to that horrendous morning routine of actually getting him there for no reason……please tell me it’s true!

    1. Hmmm, the upsides. He runs in in the morning keen to post his name in the little box. Some days he doesn’t then burst into tears. Every day he comes out saying that he played with ‘trains and other children.’ Most days he looks happy about it.
      If it wasn’t that all three of the girls were hard to settle but then desperate not to leave when it was time to move on to primary school I’d be ready to pull him out and keep him all to myself.

      1. With a little face like his, I can’t disagree! Am glad there are some upsides….though the downsides are quite funny….especially enjoyed the one about the inevitable schedule clash. 🙂

      2. Why do things always s have to happen on a Wednesday? It’s the same with Boo’s school too. Thankfully I can be a bit flexible at work, but it is a nuisance and highlights that they think we just sit around at home, twiddling our thumbs til the gates open again.
        Overall it does feel like a catalogue of face-palm catastrophes though. I don’t think I breathe when I pick him up until he’s out the door, just certain that I’ll be called in for another little chat. Oh, the shame! 😉

      3. How funny. Our first son was an academic…..took over the mantle of learning as soon as he hit the front door of the school. Didn’t notice that there were other people around and hated recess when he was forced outside to mingle and partake of physical activity but we never had any “bad” meetings about him with the teachers…only praise.

        Then we had Son No. 2….Mr. Social. He talks and talks and can tell you any detail about any person in any of his classes that you never wanted to know. Couldn’t tell you ANYTHING he was supposed to have learned that day and parent conferences were moments of sheer horror when they brought in every expert they had and the atmosphere was one of an A&E team trying their best to “save the patient” from certain destruction by showing us all the extreme measures they would have to take to make sure he was “up to snuff” in the end. (Fair bit of overreaction from the designer school district to be sure) But….you know, they’re both happy kids in the end, so I think you’ll make it too!

      4. I was going to write a whole post about the health visitor last week, but I was just too get up. I still might: look out for Square Peg vs Round Hole. It seems a bit harsh to label him as developmentally behind when the remits are so small or to say he’s socially delayed because he likes his own space. It takes all sorts to make world go around after all.

      5. I will be looking for that. Everyone is so anxious to label kids now. You know, I”m sure there were plenty of kids that were “socially delayed” when we were young, but then we just called it “shy” or even “self-sufficient”! Can’t wait to read your take on Square Peg/Round Hole. Nothing a little gluestick can’t cure, I’m sure! 🙂

    1. In terms of the socialisation and attainment, I think so. In terms of nits and colds and viruses, I’m guessing we’re set til he leaves education. Only 15-18 years then.

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