So today my baby started nursery, with his little rucksack and everything. He was adorably grown up looking and at the same time my heart was breaking that my baby is going off to nursery. Because after nursery comes school, and then high school, and uni and real life adulthood, and I am not ready for any of that. I long for more days where we watch Finding Nemo on the sofa and he laughs at me singing the songs from In the Night Garden.
When did my monkey grow into this curly haired toddler from this chunky baby?
The house was far too quiet and the time passed really, really slowly. It’s strange because when your children are born, your Nan or some relative will tell you to “treasure every moment because they grow up so fast” and you nod and smile, but think it is just something that old people say for conversation when a new baby is born. It is absolutely true though, my children are 9 and 2 1/2 years old and my little monkey’s transition to nursery is a milestone that ends the ‘baby years’ and shows they are growing up.