Suckered into Preschool!

I'm going to sound like the biggest hypocrite in this post after my tear jerker post about kindergarten, but it is what it is... You see, when Cameron was Gavin's age, we had this little co-op preschool with a bunch of kids from church that weren't quite old enough for "professional" preschool. Each mom got a week to teach and we took turns having it at each persons house. Some days were good, some not so much, and I didn't think all of the work was worth what my dear son got out of it all. Fast forward three years. Now Gavin is in exactly the same situation, too young for preschool, but in need of something, especailly now that his older bro is gone every day. And lo and behold, there happen to be several kids in this situation at church again and my friend Angie decides to spear-head another co-op. I said no. I would rather pay to send him somewhere than deal with the hassle of it all. Or even just keep him home with me, have some special time, do a mommy and me class or two. Well, as fate would have it, one of the moms in the group bowed out at the last minute and they needed someone to fill her spot. So after re-thinking the whole thing and making it very clear that at my house the kids might play more than anything else, I agreed to do it again. So far I'm pretty glad that I did because Gavin has been so excited to wear his backpack and go to "school" just like Cameron. Today was the first day and he loved it. From what I can understand from his little two year old brain, they ate marshmallows, read an Elmo book, played with play-dough and got to paint. What's not to love?