The other day, Zs teacher commented on how big baby E has gotten, how time flies by way too quickly and how Z has now been at school for 6 months. Six months of school!
I’ve often wanted to blog about his antics at school but have suddenly been bothered by maintaining a level of privacy for him. His world has become much bigger with the start of reception. So many friends, so many parents, so many teachers. And with that, the Internet becomes a much smaller place. His friends will soon become savvy enough to start using the Internet. Their parents even more. I’m not sure how comfortable I feel about another child or adult that knows of him to be reading detailed accounts of what’s he’s been up to. So, for now, I’ve kept him off a lot. Of course this whole worry with privacy may fade away and I’ll go back to blogging about him but at the moment I’ll keep it a bit more general.
It’s been a mad six months. Z can now read! And write! And do phonics! It feels like it’s been a few intense months of phonicing them to death, but they’ve just done their last sound this week. I find it amazing that they’ve all come on so quickly in such a short space of time. Z loves writing but not spellings so much. But then I’m not sure which kid enjoys weekly tests. He loves sounding out words when we’re out and about and enjoys having a snoop at our phones now. There are weeks where he just can’t be bothered and wants to be with me. His regular one is “but you don’t go to work Mummy, why can’t I stay with you?”. I always want to keep him home those days but I give him the usual pep talk and hand the sulky child over to his lovely teacher.
I never really appreciated that this year would be a huge life lesson for him and me. Friendships and socialising has been a huge thing. Making friends, falling out, learning to play nice, 5 year old playground politics. It’s funny and painful and sad all at once. You want to cocoon them from the rubbish side of friendship but know it’s something they have to learn by themselves too. The first school trip caused a tiny bit of anxiety but ended up being a big wonderful adventure. We now *have* to go again, all of us, according to him.
The little fussy eater is now trying different foods regularly and, although it’s not always a success, he has expanded his choice of foods. At long last! Egg sandwiches are the latest addition to his menu and I’m hoping chicken will follow at some stage. And apple crumble. My kid doesn’t like apple crumble or custard. How terrible is that!
I get the feeling the rest of the school year will fly by at lightning speed and it’ll be the summer holidays before we know it. And just like that, we’ll be preparing for year one. Maybe by then I won’t have use Baby E to drag my teenager wannabe out of bed!
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