It was Max's last day at pre-school today. Here he is in his uniform this morning
He's been going to the amazing Kids Allowed nursery in Manchester since he was about 10 and a half months old. He started off in the baby room, progressed through Woddler 3 and Toddler 2, finally ending up in Pre-school 1. At every step of the way the staff have treated him as if he were their own. It made it so much easier for me to leave him there (and now Penelope) knowing he would be so well looked after.
In every room Max had special bonds with certain members of staff. When asked who he loved best, Mummy or Meg - he said that he loved us both the same! Not quite the answer you hope to get as a mother but an indication of just how safe and secure he feels there. Either that or he'll be a politician when he's older!!
One of the many great things about Kids Allowed is that they genuinely want to improve and take on board parents' suggestions, if they are able to, in order to improve the service they are giving. Also the staff retention is great which means the children have consistency of care. Penelope's keyworker in Woddler 3 is the same keyworker that Max had when he was there.
When Paul and I first looked at nurseries for Max (while he was still a bump!) we saw one locally which was ok and, if Paul hadn't had to move office locations, we probably would have sent Max there. When I visited Kids Allowed with my mum (Paul didn't actually see it until Max started) I just got such a great feeling about it. With certain things I am a great believer in your "gut" feeling and nurseries fall within that category. I have to say I haven't been disappointed.
This post is really just to say how grateful Paul and I are for all the care that Max has been given in his time at nursery. We'll still be there with Penelope but Max and I are going to miss Kids Allowed. Well actually Max is going to miss Meg......
Yep pre-school's over and proper big school is just round the corner - only four more big sleeps - forget Max, I am so not ready for this, eek!