And so, it is that time of the year again when my first born becomes another year older. I know I say it every year, but I can’t believe you’re FIVE years old!
A lot has happened in this last year, you’ve become dry at night, we’ve moved house (twice!), finished pre-school, started swimming lessons and started school!
School has been the biggest change this year, and I have to admit, I think we have both struggled with the transition. Me, because I have loathed losing my time with you, and you have struggled to adjust to the many rules that school entails. Now I know I don’t have a naughty boy, but school presented itself with a few challenges initially. It took us a while to figure it all out, but we got there in the end. I hate that everything is such a rush in the mornings and evenings, I wish we didn’t have to go to school everyday (which I guess is bad coming from a teacher!). That said, you seem to have come on leaps and bounds and are enjoying learning new things; your reading has developed so well and your handwriting is fantastic. We are still working on enjoying maths (and PE!) but we’ll get there.
You are still very much an outdoor lover, always wanting to go outside and play football, collect sticks, puddle jumping or gardening, but your new favourite activity is litter picking ! Our village is now super clean. I can’t wait to take you out into the forest in the summer and utilise all my forest school skills and teach you all sorts, especially now I have a bowsaw!
Happy birthday my gorgeous (not so) little boy, I hope you have a fantastic day and enjoy your disco party at the weekend. We are all looking forward to the next year of fun and frolics!
All my love, as always
x x x