A few weeks back we were told that in nursery Haris does not talk much to anyone. They can hear him talking to himself (!) whenever he is playing (on his own!!). He doesn't like to play with the other children, he keeps very much to himself...
So anyway today when we (that would be me and Sarah) went to pick him up at the nursery, we walked into the 2-3 room and there was this group of little people playing together, going round and round the table. And where was Haris? He was lying down on the floor a distance away watching the kids at play but made no move to join them. He jumped up as soon as he realised we were there and was ready to go. The carer said he still wouldn't play in a group, he sometimes would play in pairs but tends more often than not to keep to himself.
And we have this little boy at home who talks and talks and jumps about and does everything but stay still. He plays with Sarah and even when she is sleeping wants to be next to her. When there are other children he will end up sort of playing with them , more because Sarah would be playing with them so it would seem as if he is as well but in actual fact he is only playing with his big sister.
Shy? Doesn't seem like it
Anti-social? Like the mother? Well, he is only two, what is my excuse? :)
Entry written ages ago in September when Sarah first started school. Pictures? Maybe in another two months :)
Sarah finally started school last wednesday. Excited? Just a touch...she practically skipped and hopped her way to school. A wobbly moment was all she had when she walked through the school gates and saw the many other girls running about. We went to her classroom and she saw a few familiar faces...those playdates were worth the effort. Quick goodbyes and she was off. No tears, no fuss. Haris cried when he realised we left Sarah behind.
So the two of us then spent a quiet morning at home. Clock watching became a sport. The 'was it just two minutes ago since I last looked at the clock?' thing was getting too much by 2pm. By 2.30pm, we were outside the school gate...well, not quite true. We stayed in the car. Me reading and Haris sleeping. Now, the school is in a cul-de-sac and parking places are soooo limited. So if you want a parking spot, you have to be there by 2.30 or latest 2.45, no joke. And as I am kiasu, I was there and bagged us a good spot. Interestingly, there were already other people waiting, so if I was kiasu to be there at 2.30, does this mean the degree of kiasu-ness increases if you were there even earlier??
I think they open the gates at 3.00pm. I now recognise a few other mothers so we will gather around and chit chat for a while waiting for the little girls. Now you have to show your face at the fence (yes, there is another fence so us pushy parents dont get to close to the classroom) before the teachers will let the girl out. On the first day, Sarah was the last one out although I was standing there ages. Hmmm....maybe the teachers are still confused. Sarah so oriental looking and the mother not quite so.
Sarah is loving school. She has woken up for the past three days excited for another day at school. Although she was a bit taken aback when she realised that school is for EVERYday!!!