We should hear in the next couple of weeks from the two preschools where we applied. My fingers have really only been crossed for the Co-op School and not for the Montessori Day School of BK down the street from us. Mostly because I know the MDS has an insanely long waitlist. Our chances are slim to none. The Co-op School we at least have a chance. Their process is based on fitting new kids into where they need filling in their classrooms. So, if they need a 3 year old boy in a certain class, maybe Theo will be who they choose.
I started looking into some alternative options recently. There are several smaller, more low-key options where there aren’t crazy deadlines and through the roof application fees/costs. I figured that’s probably where we’d be most happy anyways. I also started looking in surrounding neighborhoods since we do plan to move soon, and, hey, why not? We do have a car now and hopefully we can just find a place that would be a good fit for Theo.
I toured a really adorable hippy-dippy yoga preschool nearby. So Brooklyn. Of course, I loved it. Way too expensive. Can you believe that if you only attend two half days the cost breaks down to $22/hour?? Goodness. I have another tour at a small, newish Montessori school in Ft. Greene called, Think Montessori. But I think I found our dream preschool. Could it be? I finally spoke to the Director today and they have a 3’s spot perfect for Theo on Tuesday and Thursday mornings beginning in the Fall. I think as long as we get our application and fees in quickly, the spot is ours. They are inquiry-based and follow an emergent curriculum, which I love. They spend time outdoors every single day and enjoy the natural surroundings of Prospect Park and visit the zoo and other nearby places often. They seem to really be committed to the same parenting philosophies that I believe in, and try my darndest to get better at everyday. It sure would be nice to have another set of hands nurturing Theo’s self-esteem, socialization, ability and intelligence.
It scares me to death and it makes me so happy (and tingly and tearful) to imagine how excited and happy he will be in a school environment. He’s ready. I just need to get there. And I will.


















