It’s a bit of a weird week this week; its Cal’s last day in the ‘Toddler Room’ at Nursery is on Wednesday and I’ve got lots of mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, I am so glad he’ll be back with his friends, having even more fun and learning new skills. I am however, so sad that the women (and men) who have helped massively in his development during his time in the younger rooms will have little to no input now. I love the bond they all have with him, it warms my heart that they always seem so happy to see him and are willing to give him a cuddle in the morning so I can sneak out to get to work. They have been instrumental in many of his key developments, most of them have known him since he was a tiny dot at nine months old and it’ll be strange turning right past reception rather than turning left! I’m making far too much out of it but he’s growing up and it makes us, his parents, so proud. The little friendships he has made have been invaluable and I’ve no idea what I’ll do next year when we have to say goodbye.
We’re also gearing up to start looking at primary schools! How has that happened?! Our little boy is now becoming such a little character that the stuff he comes out with makes us laugh so much. Today for instance, he told me in the car on the way to pick Craig up that ‘he had hurt his leg, foot and elbow on the slide.’ I replied with generic ‘oh no’s’ and ‘are you ok?’
‘ I need a doctor, and quick.’
‘For my foot, only a doctor can help me.’ He’s nothing if not dramatic.
‘Do we need to amputate?’ he clearly gets it from me
‘No, just a doctor please, he’s the only one to help. You can’t help, and Daddy can’t help and no-one. Just because. And it does hurt because it doesn’t.’ Eh?
Great, three years old and our son is a hypochondriac. I ask if my best friends (a nurse and a doctor both in completely the wrong fields) can help. No. He needs a doctor! I give up and try to move the conversation along. Thing is, whenever I take him to our doctor for anything even if it’s for me; he screams the place down so I’m not sure how this would help with a scraped knee and banged elbow. He seemed fine when we got home and happily got on with some jigsaws. I’m sure my poor mother will have a similar conversation tomorrow.
He was apparently scarred for life last week when after about 6 weeks of needing it; my nephew and I took Cal to get his haircut. He hates getting his haircut and warned us both on the way that he would ‘cry and cry and cry.’ Well, before we’d even got in the door was screaming the place down. Luckily, the hairdresser is a family friend and knows Cal well so she was perfectly able to whizz through his hair cut whilst he was sat screaming the place down sat on my knee. The picture at the top of the page was taken just after we left. Once done, she gave him a lolly and a drink and very shakily Cal thanked her and we left. I’d bought sausages and sausage rolls for this very point in time, so he cheered up pretty quickly and looks adorable with his new hair cut!
The weekend was a busy one and I’ll try and get a post up about the last runs that I’ve done soon! I just had to mention the phenomenal Cricket World Cup final between New Zealand and England. What a game! I’ve never seen anything like it in cricket and I’m so happy for England. New Zealand proved they were not to be messed with and they’ll come back fighting in 4 years I’m sure. Their spirit captured the nation. I’d never even heard of a super over, but what a thriller! It was an amazing game and hopefully more people will get into cricket as it is a great sport. You can take a picnic into the bloody ground! Nothing beats that.
It was a massive day in sport yesterday, with the Wimbledon Men’s final, the F1 at Silverstone and the Cricket. I love days like that, where the whole country can get together behind a couple of hours of sport and the world seems a little bit brighter. Cal loved the cricket, we taught him what to do if there’s a boundary shot and he got really good at it! He didn’t like it when Craig shouted very loudly at the TV; he had to come to me and have a cuddle but soon was back jumping and down at the end of every over shouting ‘You can do it!’
If ever I was in doubt about how much I love Cal, watching him cheer the cricket on just cemented how much of an awesome human being he is and that as parents; we’re not doing a bad job at all.