Times they are a changing...

Big Brother has his last week of Play Centre this week. He has been to two school visits and is getting ready to move into the big time jazz scene of School.
(It is actually three visits counting the Saints Day Feast Lunch - a birthday party - which consisted of pizza, icecream and cake. I had to make a point of telling him that lunches aren't like that every day at school, as he was looking pretty impressed with the idea...)
I know he is nearly ready to move on from Play Centre, as he has taken over the role of Big Kahuna. His is a 'my way or the highway' leadership style for his wee groupies. He makes up the games, assigns characters, and always gets the goriest role. It doesn't help that his brother has been particularly obliging lately.
He will miss it though, and we will miss him too. I'm not sure how Little Brother is going to react to loosing his all-day-play-mate, best friend and greatest adversary/wrestle partner for 6 hours a day. He has no comprehension it is still two full years until he gets to go the school also.
I expect he will turn his loving lavish attention on his younger sister (read : squash and maul her even more). And we will be doing some serious baking, which is Little Brothers favourite thing to do when hanging at home with Mum.
So,we have a uniform and a start-school date - 4th August for Big Brother. He's so keen to learn it will be like dipping the sponge into the bathtub. Five years have gone fast in a really slow day by day way. I find it hard to believe there was a time when I didn't even know that little complex fascinating lovely delicious creature that is our son.

P>S> Just a warning, these blogs might get a bit sentimental and teary at times as I deal with my baby going to school...