Weaning at school – day 1 and 2

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Thursday was the first day we were going to try weaning at school. I was asked to leave the premises for 10 minutes after telling the twins. I had already prepped them earlier by telling them that i may need to step out to meet someone and pick up a couple of books. At about 9:20 am I walked up to the boys who were busy with some play dough and told them i would be stepping out for ten minutes and that i would be back soon. Nish quite cheerfully waved goodbye but Sid broke into a bawl. I walked away leaving him to be comforted by the teacher. 10 long minutes later i walked back in. Nish was busy playing while a rather tearful Sid was waiting for me to return. After i got back, he clung to me or stood right by me. Nobody tried to pull him away. The teacher came up a couple of times and said “See, I told you mommy would be coming back! She came didn’t she?”

On our drive home that day I asked Sid why he wasw crying. He did not really have a response so i reinforced what I had heard his teacher say – that i would always come back if i had to step out. When we reached home we were met by an upset 10 month old amu who was sulking at having being left at home without his brothers. Sid looked at him and said “why are you sad baby amu? i have come back! I had gone to school to do some important work…ata me aaalaaa! (now i am back!). 

Day 2 of the weaning (day 9 of school – friday) was much much better. I stepped out again, telling the twins i had a meeting to attend. This was surprisingly easy and neither of them cried or protested. As i waited with my book on the other side of the school building, stealing glances at my watch to see if it was 10 am (time o go back in) the helped came out to say i could stay away till 11. Came back in at 11 and the boys were busy at play, just finishing some cake and cleaning up! 

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Now it’s the weekend again. Let us see what monday looks like! 

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About myfourboysandme

Mom - a word that defines me... I smell of oats, johnson's and home baked cookies I am pink, purple, green and orange and so is the floor my kids color on. Flour on my clothes and a brush in my pocket, my glasses bent out of shape and smudged with tiny fingerprints. I can't remember the date but i know almost 40 pictures books by heart. I wake up humming 'wheels on the bus'and i talk with my fingers and eyes and mouth. My bag carries band aids, napkins, wipes, crayons, papers, candy and sometimes my wallet. I know all the parks and very few of the restaurants in my neighborhood. Most of my shopping is diapers, books and paints My phd certificate lies in a roll, the frame now contains an abstract work of art by two year olds and i am prouder of that piece of paper. mom - a word that defines me!

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