Nursery School?!

Last month, right around Nora's second birthday, skewl wanted to move her up to the next room, but we were busy moving into our new house so we asked them to delay it a bit. They do these things in a pretty scheduled way so we thought her next chance to move up would be August. While we weren't thrilled about that (in many ways she is long past needing to move up), it was important to us that her routines not change too much during our big move and we didn't want to separate her from her favorite teacher (and babysitter), T. But as it turns out, last week T was on vacation and Nora did quite well without her, so Sam had the brilliant idea that we move her up this week. We asked, they obliged and poof, today Nora started Nursery School!

Seem like we skipped a step, didn't we? As far as I was concerned, she was moving from the "one-year-old" room to the "two-year-old" room, or from the "young toddler" room to the "older toddler" room. That's how I had always heard the rooms referred to and that's how I thought of them. But today, upon dropping Nora off, I was handed a piece of paper welcoming us to Nursery School. Say What?! Just this weekend Sam and I had been discussing all the ways in which Nora is like a little kid and not a baby anymore (even though she's really still 90% dependent on us, she wishes she weren't and tries to do most everything on her own), but Nursery School?!

According to Wikipedia, Nursery School is for kids three to five... I know, I know, Wikipedia is not a cite-able source, (luckily I'm not writing a term paper here) but still, I think they might be right on this one ... Anyway, it was too late to turn back and this morning, without much warning, Nora started Nursery School.

And what did Sam and I do?
We went to Baltimore.


For Lunch.


Because we could.


Haven't you heard? Our kid is in Nursery School!

And, by the way, look what we found while we were there:


"So how did her first day go?" you ask.

Great!

Highlights: She took a nap without her pacifier (yup - no "fiers" in Nursery School) and she fell in the toilet!

"OMG," you say, "she fell in the toliet?! That can't be good!"

Well then you don't know Nora Grace!

She thought it was the funniest thing ever and made sure to tell T, her old teacher, and upon our arrival for pick-up, she made sure to announce it to us as well. "I went pee in the potty (a lie, more about this later)! I fell in the potty (true)!" Indeed, it was a very exciting day.

And if you still doubt how fast she's growing up, this is what she looked like when I took her to school:


And this was how she looked when we picked her up:


These aren't even her clothes! It seems her "spare clothes" were for winter (mother of the year!) so after the toilet incident they had to put her in loaner-clothes. There's nothing like seeing your daughter in clothes you've never seen before to drive home the point that she's growing up - it's as if she's gone to the mall and picked out and paid for a new outfit all on her own. And while that is certainly not the case (yet!) she did say the following VERY GROWN UP sentence tonight:

"Abba, can I have a paper towel to clean up the table, please?"

Amazing, right? She's a total piece of work.


But about the aforementioned lying... While it is comical, and probably age appropriate, it is a little troublesome. A common lie goes something like this:
"Nora, do you need a new diaper?"
"No, Abba just changed me."
"Abba isn't home."
"He just changed me."

Well, at least she's not good at lying. Yet.