Alvar's started school. On the first day he was really upbeat and chatted the whole way to school, mostly about what Spiderman would do. Perhaps it's his way of making him feel bolder and more confident. He walked straight in, hardly any hesitatation and started exploring. So far so good, the teacher says he's confident and self reliant. It has been very difficult to let him go and we miss him loads when he's there. My mum told me that when my brother started school in the 60's one of the other mum's said it felt like having her heart ripped out, letting her son go off. At least they were seven years old. Not 4.5 years. Some things never change. I can't quite believe he is at school and I suppose it will always feel that way somehow. Like he's still only a small baby. He was a happy and cheerful baby and he's a happy and cheerful boy.
Saturday, 7 January 2012
Christmas 2011 was spent in Sweden. Low key, lots of food and plenty of 'fika' moments, trips to the barn to search for eggs and feed the cattle, playing with cousins. Although not so much snow the few days we had it was well spent building snow men and lantern.
Posted by Lizzie at 08:24