First Day...

We have found a little free playgroup/nursery school nearby to our apartment. When I say nearby I mean 5 kms or under 3 miles. We went there for the first time today. Francesca (mike's boss's wife) came with us as they required us to have an Italian speaker with us. She was great in explaining things to me and to the wonderful woman who runs the place.

The nursery school is one where you stay with your children. The goal being to make friends both children and parents. I am the only person under 60 I would say. Grandmothers tend the children here, not parents. Grandmothers bring their children to playgroup, not parents. Francesca said Italian women would die without there Momma's. They also cook and clean for their grown children, and grandchildren - where do I get one of those? I asked Francesca to collect names and addresses for me HA!

The Masher ran off as soon as we entered the door and was well established in play mode within 5 mins. Apparently all the other grandmothers there were talking about how beautiful he is, how gorgeous he is, how confident he is and how friendly he is... if only they knew! He was a gentleman today, even being the big strapping hero of the playground by pushing one young lady around in a cart. She smiled, cooed, laughed and enjoyed herself. And I swear I saw her flutter her eyelashes at him. I'm going to have to keep an eye on that little minx!

The Masher had a wonderful time, he loved the toys, the songs and the other children. This was exactly what he needed >>> therefore exactly what I needed for him. We will go again on Friday, but sadly this time without the safety of Francesca.

Hopefully I will be able to pick up some language - everyone was so keen to talk to me, yet I remain a deaf/mute.

here he is getting reading for his big day...