mother toddler

I started taking Amelia to mother toddler school shortly after her first birthday, when she had started walking... and most kids in her class werent. Which basically meant she stomped all over the class while all the other babies crawled behind her - I can see leadership qualities I told myself with glee... which lasted exactly 10 mintues because the teacher insisted the children learn discipline and focus from now and that mothers should MAKE their kids obey! Erm, this was my kid. so obey? Did I have to start the discipline business like from NOW??? Couldnt it wait like a year, when I could just pay a nanny to do it, while I was hopefully safely working somewhere out of the house?

Sigh... no apparently which meant secret pride replaced a very public mortification every time Amelia upended the fevicol box on another baby's hair, or snatched the ball away from a toddler or blew raspberries at the teacher. Also a strong craving for a morning vodka shot!

But anyway, the notorious Amelia seems to have settled down, and today she actualy wants to do this inane dingle dangle scarecrow song... So I guess its paying off. Now, playschool is my next demon.