first day

Check out my super little guy on the way to his first day at school. 

He was up and in his uniform by 6.30am before the rest of us had even made it out of bed (just like his cousin Maddie it seems). 

He told me a few days ago that he didn't mind at all leaving all his Bungendore friends and starting a new school, living in all these different houses, having all his stuff stored away "in the truck" (a common reference around here lately), or moving to Perth because, "I can just make new friends mum. And besides, I'm a traveller. I just like travelling and staying in different places".

Ah my boy, I really do believe you are right.

When we said goodbye to him at school, he barely looked up to see us go. And far from falling asleep in his dinner, that first big day doesn't seem to have slowed him down one bit.

Featuring Mila the serial photo bomber

So far, his favourite part of school is "playtime".

But there are days and days of school to go yet and we're prepared for possible hiccups and down days and disasters. Here's hoping the triumphs far outweigh the terribles.


We love you Henry Leo McPherson, big school going boy.

xmarnie

cricket season

guess whose dad is a cricket tragic....

xmarnie

little milestones

Just lately Henry has started coming home from preschool with a few completed projects. Some kids seem to have some sort of artwork or cardboard construction every time they walk out the door but not our boy. I'm not sure why, though I suspect he's just more interested in playing with the other kids in a more active way. He loves doing craft at home, in fact both kids do but I still can't help feeling a little moment of anticipation when I pull open his tray at school in the hope there might be something in there. I think it's just because it's a window into what he gets up to all day. The most you usually get out of the teachers is "he had a good day", I couldn't even get much of an answer out of one when I asked which other kids he played with. It makes you wonder, are the teachers smoking behind the bikeshed from 10 to 2?

Anyway, last week he came home with this...

He wrote his name! And you can't really see it in this photo but he also did a really good job of cutting along the line. I made such a silly mum fuss when I found this in his tray.

And the other day we went home with a project he had not had time to finish at school. So we took all the bits home and finished it there. This is Henry working hard at the kitchen table (in his undies of course because it's at least 5 degrees outside and probably a balmy 10 in the sunroom). Nice job buddy!

Oh and speaking of working hard, Greg dug a new sandpit for the kids. It knocked him out so much that he had to have a nanna-nap in the afternoon.

xmarnie