He starts his journey tomorrow..

So tomorrow my baby, my 6lb 6oz tiny bundle of large feet and enormous thumbs and piercing blue eyes and soft blonde hair, my baby boy, starts nursery.

It’s Jan 2015, meaning he’ll be 3 in three months. He’ll be one of the youngest there (it’s a proper preschool), and I’m so excited. For him, for me, for everything it means for us. I’m also terrified.

My boy has words but let’s not beat about the bush, he doesn’t speak. Not in any kind of sense you’d understand. He has communication issues and while the nursery are fully aware of them and have some amazing sounding strategies in place to help him, the other children don’t know this. What if he doesn’t settle? What if he can’t make himself understood? What if this means his behaviour is less than desirable? What if? What if? What if my baby is sad?

I so want this to work, to be a time he can enjoy and learn from. I’m just a bit nervous I guess. For the first time ever I won’t be there to defend him, to understand him, to explain him. Anyone who knows me will know I’m not a neurotic mother but anyone who knows me will also understand why I’m so nervous. For him. For me.

Things they are a changing. Again.

Wicked Wednesdays – December 17th

Apparently we shouldn’t have spent any money on presents this year. Clearly fresh produce is the play thing all toddlers are desperate to get their sticky little hands on this Christmas. From the cupboard. When you weren’t looking.

Le sigh

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 I’m joining in the wonderfully wicked brummymummyof2‘s link up #WickedWednesdays

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Wicked Wednesdays – 3rd December

I would just like to point out I am UNHAPPY about having this Melfie taken mother!

I would just like to point out I am UNHAPPY about having this Melfie taken mother!

 I’m joining in the wonderfully wicked brummymummyof2‘s link up #WickedWednesdays

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Check out her original post here.