Ava has always been my little companion, for the last two years and ten months. It has always been the two of us, well apart from the odd day. Which you know has its perks but at times has made me want to pull my hair out: the joy of a toddler who knows her own mind so well.
Wednesday was the big day and to be honest I don't know how it was going to go. We had talked about nursery and how exciting it would be. Every time we walked past it we would point it out just for Ava to reply "Yes but not yet."
Until it was.
I went in hung up her coat and bag. Gave her a kiss and say goodbye and walked away. And that was it. She was fine.
I am so proud of her and it makes me think I have done something right that she just takes it in her stride.
Meanwhile I think it was actually harder on me. I missed her and worried about her for absolutely no reason. Tea helped and for the first time I got to spend quality time with Esme, which is amazing.
Also one kid is so much easier than two: here is to actually getting stuff done for once.
We are on day three and it is going great, apparently Ava is more settled and her personality is coming out more and more.
Oh and when I went to pick her up on her first day I was taken to the side and asked if Ava pushes people a lot. My child is the bully. How typical.
Don't worry we all now know that pushing is "baaaaaaadddd!"