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It feels like Oli is growing way too fast. I look at photos of him from a month ago and I can see noticeably how he has grown and I feel like these baby moments are slipping threw my fingers and there is nothing I can do to freeze the moment.
To me baby clothing means rompers and babygros.
So when I buy clothing for Oliver, I want to buy rompers and babygros. And that was fine when I needed to buy new born and 0-3 month clothing. But 3-6 months a whole different kettle of fish, it seems like the shops want to force me to buy shorts and t-shirts. Cute shorts and t-shirts for that matter and when Logan was little I found them very appealing. But with Oliver, I want to hold on to the baby moments for as long as I possibly can! I mean really he is going to be wearing shorts and t-shirts for the rest of his life, why start now?
Am I possibly going crazy and holding on because I know this may well be my last baby or is there a limit on the number of cute and pretty rompers out there for babies?
Sundays are fast becoming my favourite day of the week. For the past couple of weeks, we have started making a point of having some sort of family outing on the day.
Yesterday we had a little outing to Safari Nursery.. The week before the boy’s had a swim at Zita Park.
Before that we had an outing to Irene Dairy Farm and if my mind serves me well the Sunday before that we spent leisurely strolling through the Unica Market.
I had to share this, OMW I have been laughing so much and it is even funny the second time around!
Last week Friday Logan had his little Grade R party at the school. I have to admit I was very excited and normally this mean my expectation won’t be met and the whole experience will be kind of mediocre. So imagine my surprise when I walked out of the school grounds an hour and a half later and I am positively bouncing up and down with sheer pleasure!
Lets start at the very beginning.
- We were given VIP parking, I kid you not, in the school grounds, under cover, with a security guard.
- As soon as we got out of the car there was a pupil who greeted us and offered to escort us to the uniform shop, the school hall and or the meeting place for the Grade Rs
- We started at the staff room where we purchased and ordered some Grade R t-shirts.
- Here we were given a stationary pack – for free! (no one said anything about his stationary being included) How awesome!
- Logan was greeted by his teachers and entertained while Kobus and I made our way to the cooler school hall
- The event started at exactly the time it was said to start
- Instead of telling us all kinds of obituary things, like the importance of marking school stationary and clothing items. The teachers showed an enormous amount of respect to each other and to their profession. They showed us, in more than just words that their intentions are to set an amazing foundation for our kids’ education.
It isn’t often that one feel 100% confident in the choices you make. But I can honestly say I know that I know that this is where Logan is meant to be next year and I cannot wait for him to thrive!
P.S. As much as I love that the stationary pack was included (and am thankful) I am a bit bummed that I don’t get to go to the shops and purchase the stationary from a long list. The awe of walking through rows and rows of stationary along with the frustration of not finding the right thing according to what is specified on the paper. That to me marks the start of big school!
Photos combined with my addiction for awesome fonts! Downloaded loads of them from DaFont.Com.
Yesterday I started searching hi and low for the picture of Logan and I as mentioned in this post. Thankfully at some point in time many moons ago I started a photo blog and randomly posted the photo I had been looking for: