My little boy has had his best friend for a sleepover. As expected, they woke at 5.30 am - uurgh!! I couldn't get cross, however, when I found they had been busy making this giant tea party for the teddies of the house.
My big boy has gone on his first school camp. He was very excited when he set off yesterday. Paul and I have been holding back the tears of course, as he seems way too little to be going away on his own. It's been a difficult year for him as he has gone into a new class with kids who are either older or a bit more worldly than him, the more 'boyish' kind of boys if you know what I mean. While he seems to be quite popular in the class (he was nominated student representative) we can see that he is not really able to relax and be himself, so we've been anxious about the camp, and just about him growing up in general, I mean where did those 8 years go? The saddest thing was seeing his favourite bear left behind, it's the first time he hasn't slept with him since he was three months old. Being the big softies that we are, Paul and I slept with Teddy in our bed last night! We just couldn't leave him on his own. Gosh, it's hard being a parent, isn't it? Hard sometimes being with your kids, and always hard being without them!