Growing Up

It would appear that somehow, in some strange way Linus has been secretly growing up right under our very noses! No longer am I allowed to call him my baby, which is a bit sad I think. I have to do it in secret, or pretend I forgot and then say "i mean, my big boy/cat/dog/iguana"

Now he is virtually grown up he can do all sorts of things like do buttons up, wear a proper shirt, go to Starbucks for coffee and erm, oh yeh, start school. Actually, I am lying slightly, because we've always gone to Starbucks for coffee. But what's that? school?? yes, come September my little baby will be off to big school. I am totally unprepared for this due to previously mentioned "secret" growing up. hmph.

Yesterday afternoon we had our first afternoon visit to the school he'll be attending. He was rather apprehensive and told me just before we left that actually he thought that maybe we just shouldn't bother. Let's just watch "man a gas store" (that's Madagascar for the uninitiated) instead. Parents were welcome to stay if the children wanted them to and on the walk down we discussed this and he was adamant that I should stay with him. We arrived and went to his classroom and he was in his element! I am so glad that he has been at nursery since last August because he clearly made big connections between there and school and felt really comfortable in the environment. He was the first to go and sit on the carpet when the teacher asked (albeit the oppposite way round to everyone else and with his legs stretched out as far as possible), and he even asked if anyone would like to sit next to him! awwwwwww! He then informed me that I could go. Hmmm, nothing like being needed eh?

I picked him up at 3 to discover he'd had a great time. He had fed the class guinea pig, fallen over in the playground and spent a reasonable amount of time showing the teaching assistant his special necklace to wear when you're riding on a horse and cart. For anyone interested this necklace comprises a piece of string (black and white, from the abel and cole box) cut into many smaller pieces, and tied together in all sorts of ways to create a beautiful necklace. He had to have it in his pocket, on account of not being on a horse and cart. That's my boy.