Jamie has now done two more days at playgroup, and it's still going well. In the morning, when I tell him he's going to his "special playgroup", he isn't fazed at all and seems happy to be going. He runs in and straight off to play with barely a backward glance at me, and tells me afterwards about all the things he's been doing.
One of the first things his keyworker said to me when I picked him up today was, "he likes water doesn't he?"...apparently he keeps going to flush the toilet and wash his hands, every time her back is turned. I explained about us having chickens, making hand-washing a frequent thing, and also that he's very recently been toilet trained...I think these two things together have resulted in a bit of an obsession with all things hygiene and bathroom-related.
He seems so grown up all of a sudden...he's morphed from a toddler into a preschooler in the past couple of weeks. I'm so impressed with how well he took to potty training - we've had no accidents for ages now and it seems to be totally sorted. And I'm even more impressed with how he's handled starting playgroup. I've said before about how I've worried about him being shy and finding new social situations difficult. But I've seen no sign of any of that - he's just accepted it and thrown himself into it, as I'd always hoped he would.
You question yourself a lot as a parent and worry all the time about whether you're doing a good job...hoping that you aren't screwing them up and just wanting them to be happy, well-adjusted people. The past few weeks have shown me that we aren't doing too badly with Jamie. I still want to be better - I still feel that I don't do enough with him at home and rely on TV to entertain him too much. But I am ridiculously proud of him at the moment, as I see his personality develop and reveal itself...he's such a lovely little boy!
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