The first week gone by...

It's the first weekend after the first full week of school. I'm happy to announce that everyone emerged unscathed. Phew. Last weekend (the true first weekend of 2015), both children napped for a good 2-3 hours on Sunday. They must have been tired out from "real" life. 

After a decent first day, both children seemed to get on with the programme quite well. Especially the little boy, who after his overtired-from-no-nap-meltdown from day one; seemed to grasp the new routine very well. I did my part by nagging reminding him of the routine.

Milk before school, no milk at school, no crying at school, if you're tired you get to sleep on the bus so get on the bus, no need to cry and once you're on the bus, you'll be home soon to drink milk already ok? 

I'm so proud of his smooth transition from being a baby to a school-going child. Even though it's only been a first week, and he may act up later, I have faith that this little sturdy little-big boy of mine will be fine. 

Hand-in-hand. I love such pictures of them both. 

Waiting for the school bus

Some pics of them that I sneaked on the second day of school when I visited them. 

One of the highlights of his day "I GO PLAYGROUND TODAY!"

Snack-time

The little girl, as we know, smoothly stepped into her big-sister-role. She guided him about, introduced him to her friends, told him about nuggets of school & her friends, proudly held his hands when they were both in school and peeked into his classroom whenever she walked by (I caught her doing that!)

This is her last year in a "baby school" and I'm feeling highly poignant with their transition - from him going to school and her going into the last year of kindy. The husband thinks I'm unnecessarily emotional but I cannot help myself. As much as I know that it's all part and parcel of growth, it is still slightly rough for this emotional Mommy.

Launching into real work on Day 2. No rest for the big children.

So, I finish off this post by announcing my pride at my independent children, and how - despite my own insecurities concerns of them faring & adjusting well at school, I know that they will be fine and I will always be their Mommy. 

Look at how happy he is when he spotted me! I'd turned up at school unaccounted :)

Oh baby, you don't know how happy I am too. Sometimes, it's rough having to act all adult when all I want to do is smother you with love and protect you from this world.

And then life goes back to normal when he comes home and whines for MILK! Hah.