If there is one thing I know I did right with Eliza, it is the fact that I put her in Preschool last year. Though she was only 2.5 when she started, I knew she needed it. She needed a place to have her own identity, a place to be with other kids, a place to have structure and direction from someone other than me.
Being 7 months pregnant, moving to a new house, I needed this too. I needed a break a few hours a week for her to be out of the house. I needed to prepare for Emelia, get boxes packed and at the time, deal with Zander being sick.
Preschool was the best choice for us, and I can't believe how much this little pumpkin grew in her very first year.
and just because this outtake still cracks me up...