Five years old and starting school

Keen eyed readers may have spotted that the gaps between blogs are getting bigger. This is because mummy and George are both working to an educational year now. George has started school, and mummy works for the Learning Department at a museum. So mummy is tired and busy and happy in equal measure, and so is George.

Transition from Nurserwee to school went eerily well, considering George's vehement dislike of anything Changing (not just big changes, he despises small irrelevant stuff like me changing my weighing scales, and goes on about it for days). George's teacher is a young lady called Miss Adams, whom he adores. We have had a couple of incidences of bad behaviour- one involving the Headmaster, much to mummy's great mortification and George's subsequent banishment to his room. But normally George comes home laden with Good Work and Well Done stickers, the specifics of which he keeps a closely guarded secret. One sticker bore the monika 'Cleversaurus'- this was attributed to knowing which day of the week it was. Clearly that's the reason I have never had one.

Another closely guarded secret is What He Does At School. This has yet to be willingly divulged. Occasionally he lets slip that PE was enjoyed or that daffodil bulbs were planted, or that Benjamin had to stay in at playtime...Parents with female children know every minute detail of their daughters' days, and indeed their daughters' friend's days, but seemingly it is quite normal for boys to remain stubbornly mute on the subject.

Out of school, of course the big events this term have been Halloween and George's 5th Birthday. Both anniversaries were celebrated with appropriate costumes and festivities; George did VERY well for presents and I made a rather fantastic Spongebob Squarepants cake this year. I had some professional photos taken and made into a book (a new thing one can do on the internet). Happy Halloweening was fun, though bitterly cold so not as many children were out and about this year as last. George's night was slightly marred by the loss of my hat, which bothered him far more than it did me. Said loss caused endless whys and prolonged wherefores, and for a few days afterwards we had to look for the hat every time we drove past the spot where I may have lost it. Luckily, anticipation of his birthday exactly a week after Halloween soon prevented ponderings on the Disaster of the Lost Hat.

Recent notable quotes:

He still can't pronounce L, but it is getting better. I'm not a keen night driver, and my son has observed this- the other evening whilst driving home, a small complaint came from the back of the car: "Bwuddy nights, bwuddy dazzwing me".

Whilst playing schools: " I'm not the Headmaster now, I'm the photocopier".

Vocabulary now includes correct use of words such as: remaining, attracts, glimpse, available, included...and phrases such as 'I'll have to have a word with you about that', and "I'm afraid I'm going to have to stop you there!"

And talking of stopping...