Micah's first day of preschool

Okay, it was "sort of" his first day of preschool.  Micah went to a transition class last semester.  It was great!  There were 4 boys in the class.  It was a perfect environment for Micah to learn in a group setting and get used to a routine of school.

Our school district has a preschool and that's where Micah is going.  There are 20(?) children in the class and I think 5-6(?) are on IEP's.  There is a primary teacher for the class and there's a SPED teacher in the class too.  Micah's therapists will do his therapy sessions in the room (unless he doesn't focus well with all the noise).  Micah knows his SPED teacher and that is a HUGE bonus.  At his listening conference last week, Micah said, "Hi, Timmmmm" and made everyone smile.

Speaking of smiling... Micah was quite the little rockstar this morning.  Lots of teachers were fawning over him as he entered (and exited) the building (seriously cute... and little... he's only 34" and weighs less than 27 pounds).  Micah's para was carrying him out (instead of making him walk) when I arrived at the end of the morning.  She said that the hallway was super crowded.  I'm not going to question anything that happens the first week of school, but I'll be watching to make sure that Captain Adorable isn't charming his way out of working.

I know where I'm going.

Ooo, a locker

Letter puzzles... my favorite!

Posing at the locker

Seriously... he dug right in (his OT would be proud) and pulled out a letter and said, "oh."  Then he pulled out a number and said, "twoooo."  (yes, Mommy is proud!)

Sensing something not quite right, he needed an extended hug.

Cheese!

When Mark and I told him "bye," he headed straight for the door.  Tim was there to keep him in the room, but the pursed lips is all we got when we left.  I'll take it.  It's better than tears.

Apparently, after Micah finished any task this morning, he said, "All done," and headed for the door.  He did two art projects (which is great for him because he doesn't usually like to touch stuff).  He enjoyed the playground and read LOTS of books with Tim.  I'm so proud of my little man.  He's ready for preschool.  He knows the alphabet (and can recognize both upper- and lower-case letters).  He can count to twelve (and pretend to count to 20, but all the "teen" numbers sound the same: ebghebe-teen).  He knows his shapes and his colors.  The key is for his teachers to give him enough time to answer questions.  There's a definite delay when you ask him to identify something.  Give him enough time and he'll prove to you that he knows it.  He's going to rock preschool!