My big nursery boy

I'm seriously in denial at times that my little boy is 3.5 years old. It has been a truly wonderful 3.5 years. Difficult at times but I wouldn't change a thing. Sleepy cuddles from my sweet boy are amazing. It's a true blessing to have grown this little miracle and watching him grow into a wonderful little boy. I'm so, so blessed to be his mother and I'm forever in debt to the universe for having my son in my life. 

In the last two weeks since my hand surgery he has been so thoughtful and patient. I've been getting extra cuddles and kisses. My hand has been getting little kisses too. Bug has also been telling everyone "mummy has a sore handy." Bug reminds me to be careful. My sweet boy. 

Bug has been delighted with getting back into the routine of seeing his childminder and going to nursery. He absolutely loves nursery. Even though I had my worries he is so happy and doing brilliant. It's awesome when I pick bug up and he tells me about his class on the walk to the car. I love getting paintings home with him. Bug is very friendly and confident so has naturally made lots of friends. It's lovely hearing about them. I'm so proud of him. Even with going to the childminders from quite young (13 months old) he has been excellent at adapting and welcoming new people into his life. He helped make that transition of going back to work all that more smooth. We did have some wobbles with nursery but from the second week all has been well. 

The nursery staff tell me his speech is amazing. Some of the things he comes out with blow me away. They are also impressed with how he starts conversations. He knows all his colours and shapes. A few weeks ago he knew what a hexagon was. I'm a very proud mummy. 

Bug has always loved drawing and painting. Recently he's started trying to write and it's really picking up. At this point he's not actually writing but he's getting very close. It must have been a few months he started drawing lots of lines which I was told was the beginning of writing. Sure enough the lines have gotten smaller and closer together over the last few weeks. Today, he has drawn what looked like pretend writing. Rows of what looked like illegible writing. At the top he had drawn what looked like the first two letters of his name. The attempt at his name was sort of a diagonal line, so different to the rows. Very exciting. 

So my title of this post from bug reminding me often that he's a big nursery boy. Sometimes he's a big, strong, nursery boy. This morning he was telling me that he's growing tall like mummy. Yes you are sweetheart, too quickly, right before my eyes.