Do you ever wonder what the heck you’ve done this week? Mainly as you can’t remember any of it? You look through your photos, convinced you’ve not taken any, and then realise your first born started Year 3 at school, and you worked late nights most nights trying to prepare for the big work thing coming up. Oh yeah.
So Z went back to school this week and we held our breaths hoping he’d like his new teacher. It’s the first time he’s had a male teacher and, as he was so besotted with his Year 2 teacher, we were worried he wouldn’t take to this change too well. Lucky for us he’s liking him so far but isn’t too enamoured with all the construction work that’s blocking some of the playground. He’s also decided he wants packed lunches from now on. Deep joy.
I love scrolling through everyone’s first day school pics and it always makes me think of how my own Little Z has grown and changed. He’s now up to my shoulders, and shows no signs of filling out. I think I’ve accepted he’s going to be much taller than me soon and he likes to remind me of it. He still thinks memorising everything is a shortcut so it’s a little blessing for multiplication tables and spellings, at least. He drives us crazy with all his new dances and he’s incapable of walking in a normal straight line. I believe most of them are fortnite related but i cannot wait till this trend passes. Besides carrying out countless dance moves, his other new passion is making sure his hair is just right. He now has to check his reflection in my phone just before he goes into class. Starting the day just right with perfectly gelled hair is very important.