So it looks like we've reached that stage I have heard about, read about, but not yet experienced. My inquisitive and increasingly independent four and a half year old, needs school. It has gradually snuck up on me, but the last couple of months have proved I am battling to offer all he is craving. Week by week I feel as though I'm just treading water, to get by. I was sure this wouldn't be a problem for us. I always thought I'd have no troubles keeping one little boy captivated and entertained. But my word, does he like to keep busy. All. the. time.
And the activities Felix enjoys, often don't cut it either. Angus has informed me that "there are too many babies" at playgroup, where he loved going for almost four years. I'm partly excited by his enthusiasm and partly drained by the whole scenario. I wish I could organise another day of preschool each week or keep coming up with a constant string of fun, interactive, educational experiences for him. The truth is, he is just growing up and whilst Mama does her best, this little bird wants to fly. The countdown is on for big school. And whilst it will break my heart to watch him go, it will relieve me somewhat, to see him getting the stimulation he requires.
Last week we went on tour and tried a new playgroup, with a friend. There were LOTS of babies... but enough new distractions to keep Angus amused. WIN!