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As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
How to love yourself.
I literally can't believe my baby boy, Xander turned 3 on Sunday, my charming, loveable, second born son is simply growing up too quickly and I'd like it to stop, STOP I tell you- I want him to remain my baby always, and I suppose he always will be just that, my littlest, youngest love.
If you've found my blog through some explicit adult only Google search (!) let me start by pointing out that, sorry, it's not that kind of post. Today is about my kids sleeping in my bed-both kids, a fair few times a week. We call it 'Musical Beds' here, are you familiar with this 'game'?
It's what we'd been gearing up for all summer...trial days at the end of last term were enjoyed (mostly making play dough cookies and playing in the sand pit), teachers had visited us at home (manic hoovering followed by a friendly chat with us both) and then finally, FINALLY Oliver was embarking on the biggest milestone of his little life yesterday-starting school!
Wow, a big day for a big boy. Forget big today was massive. Momentous. Huge. Like the opening ceremony of the Olympics or when Robbie left Take That (then rejoined 15 years later)...Drumroll... It was Oliver's first day at preschool... although anyone would think it was my first day at school, I was so flipping nervous.