Yesterday Eli had his very first visit to Nursery School.
As we spent our hour there playing in very familiar surroundings (due to the fact that we drop Thomas off there every afternoon) I couldn't help but let my mind wander back to the same experience a year ago when I was doing the exact same thing with Thomas. (Though mercifully back then it was about 10 degrees cooler and I wasn't incubating what feels like a litter of puppies).
A year ago I was full of apprehension about my firstborn growing up too quickly.
This year I can't help thinking, Roll on September!
Last year I decided to send Thomas in the afternoons so that we could all enjoy lazy mornings in our PJ's together.
This year I realised that with 2 boys under 5 lazy mornings simply just don't exist so Eli will be headed to school at 8:40 with his brother every day and I'll have lazy mornings by myself (new baby permitting).
Last year Thomas cried for 30 minutes after leaving his visit to Nursery he was so enamoured.
This year, all year, Eli has cried and had to be wrestled out of nursery when we drop Thomas off on an almost daily basis. I feel ready for that particular brand of humiliation to end. 11 days to go and counting.
While Eli and I were visiting Thomas's teacher came over to tell me that she's thrilled to be getting Eli because it'll make it easier to say bye to Thomas. She expressed that it'd be like having Thomas still there.
A lovely sentiment.
But Eli isn't a bit like Thomas.
The main contrast?
Last year I remember being really concerned that Thomas would injure himself playing with their real grown up woodworking tools.
This year I'm far more concerned that Eli will bludgeon someone other than himself.