Uniforms are purchased and labeled; school shoes fitted and somewhat worn in; lunch is planned; handwriting has been regularly (and willingly) practiced; letter recognition has progressed to knowing some sight words and basic arithmetic has been covered. We have visited the school often throughout last year to donate our recycling to the Art room (necessitating a walk through the corridors); we have had a picnic lunch with 7 other new Prep. kids in the school yard during the holidays; we have walked and ridden the route to school. He is primed to respond to any verbal put-downs from other kids with a (beautifully intoned) "Yeah, whatever" and has been counting sleeps since there were 25 left. Frankly if there is anything else I can do to get him ready for school I have no idea what it could be. So, in exactly 60 hours he will start life as a Preppie and my work here is done.
Bitter Sweet. Ratio of 1:4 Bitter Sweet Sweet Sweet Sweet. But I confess to feeling a little teary just writing this. I may well need a small nip of scotch after I drop him off.
These photos were taken on Christmas Day, the front garden was astounding and the display was so perfectly timed. There are lots of photos, basically because I am so damned pleased with myself. It has been culled and cut back in a grand leap of faith (will my Achillea flower again as promised?) and looks completely different now, but this is it - in all its Summer Glory.
I am not sure if all school holidays will be the same but posting has proven nearly impossible this holidays. We have been alternatively busy and exhausted and keeping the blog up to date has fallen by the wayside. So finally, over a month after Christmas Day, I am managing to post some Christmas photos. There are so many, these are the highlights.
Santa visited the local park on Xmas Eve, arriving on a Fire Engine and giving out lolly bags.
Treats for Santa left on the verandah on Christmas Eve
Digging into the pillow cases - it was a Lego themed year from Santa.
Emily's forehead has healed magnificently since her pre-Christmas clash with the coffee table, and we are now hoping for similar healing for her chin. On Saturday she had a spectacular tumble down the verandah steps onto the concrete path, resulting in a mercy dash to the clinic, five stitches, a large bruise and an incredible show of courage and fortitude when being injected with local anaesthetic.
It is almost a month since I posted and so much has happened that I am sure to forget masses of it and post things in a most untimely manner - expect to read a blog about Christmas morning sometime in February. So, at some stage soon you will read about: Christmas; Adelaide; staying at Paul and Kate's; the heat; the garden; Shirley, Jude and Maryjane's visit; painting; Emily's chin (stitches, not glue this time!); exercise; school... the list goes on and on.