Do you remember how we applied for Sylas to get into the Early Childhood program last fall? He didn't qualify. And we were not happy with the decision.
Sylas will be able to enter mainstream school next year (our county has 4k), but without doing any schooling at all this year, Ryan and I didn't think he'd be ready to maneuver school 5 days a week while using his walker.
So we tried again for the spring semester.
Different school, different teacher, different therapists. And he got in! He started two weeks ago. On Tuesday and Friday mornings I drop his cute little self off in a classroom of seven other boys. He loves it. Every day he comes home telling us about his friends and signing new songs. My sweet boy is growing up.
We've been dealing with some behavioral issues since he started. He's tired and has a hard time napping after coming home from school. One day last week he had such a bad tantrum that for the first time, he wasn't allowed to attend an activity that Ivy got to attend. It's tough. I find myself getting frustrated with him and then beating myself up because I know that this is a difficult adjustment.
Every day Sylas has been begging to ride the bus, so last week I signed him up. Today was to be his first day, but I couldn't do it.
I drove him.
So maybe the adjustment is tougher on me?