Saturday 26 September 2015

Saturday 26th September 2015


Well, a few weeks in and things are going well at school. After some rather dramatic drop-offs to begin with, Freddie has now settled very well and seems to be enjoying every minute of school. He walks me to the door and waves to me which is unbelievable after all of the drama we have had with him and separation in the past. He got a prize yesterday for getting 10 stickers and his favourite day is Monday when he gets to do PE, Spanish and Music!

We are well into the routine of school, and although the littlest Sawyer gets very tired come 6pm he has surprised us all by actually consistently wanting to go and being happy about it! Long may it last.

We had a lovely trip to the seaside last weekend which was a great break from all things school and work...

 
We stayed at The Bay in Filey with these random Northern folks!

 
I drive them all mad with my attempt at group shots but this one was first time lucky!

 
Me and my big lad, off out for some grub and a few lemonades!

 
A twilight stroll after filling our tummy's!

 
 
The weather was beautiful, this is on the beach catching shrimps and crabs in Bridlington

 
Freddie in charge of the beach café as always


 
Daddy and Freddie became pirates for a while...

 
while Samuel and I went on a speed boat!
 

 
One of my favourite places in the world - Robin Hoods Bay


 
I'm sure he looks about five years older now he has started school.

Wednesday 2 September 2015

Wednesday 2nd September 2015

The next step...


Dear Freddie,

Tomorrow you start school. My heart breaks. Who will be walking by my side? Who's voice will I always hear? I've moaned so much about the mess and now who's mess will I tidy? It doesn't seem right, I still have to help with your shoes and cut up your lunch but tomorrow I wont be there to do those things.

The sobs when Call Me Maybe comes on the radio will make people think I have lost the plot and I probably will have but we know don't we. All of those funny dances, crazy yoga postures and epic duets have been my entertainment for the past couple of years. Who will be my Prince Hans now?

When you walk into that classroom with your uniform on and book bag in hand tomorrow my instinct will be to scoop you up and run for the hills. I will try to resist and if not your Daddy will be there acting as supervisor. As well as sadness I will be filled with an overwhelming sense of pride. It certainly does not feel like four years ago since that doctor told us we were facing a battle that might not be won. But it wasn't us fighting sweetheart, it was you and you did us all proud.

So tomorrow (and right now) if you think I look sad its because I am but it is only because I have got to share you. How could I possibly keep you all to myself, you shine so bright that it would be cruel to not let others enjoy that light.

Love from Mummy