The bottom photo was the morning of his first day.

Well, Jaxon’s first day of Prep has come and gone. It seems to have been a success. Nothing much has changed from kinder though. He still has this memory loss where he forgets what he does each day and continues to tell us that he did “nothing” all day.

I sent him in with a jam roll, a tub of yogurt, rice crackers, an LCM bar and an apple juice. Well. The little shit comes home and tell’s me that we’re not allowed to take yogurt to school. Ms. Jodie, his teacher told him so. I was dissapointed, and a little puzzled at first, because Jaxon loves yogurt and I thought it was a nice healthy thing to send him with.

Then, as the night progressed I started thinking that maybe it was because the yogurt might go off in his lunch bag. Or maybe, it’s too messy to be had at school. I felt the fool. What a stupid mother I am to not think of these things when getting his lunch ready.

But soon after that we started cluing in that he may in fact be telling porky’s. It became pretty obvious when he tried to tell us that we weren’t allowed to send him in with sandwiches or fruit either, that we were ONLY allowed to send him in with chocolate and cake. Hmmmmm.

Also, after his first day, on our drive home he told us that he would be alright to walk himself to school from now on. He knows how, and can do it all alone. Never mind that his school is about 4 km’s away and that he would have countless roads and parks to cross!!

His second day seemed to have been more productive. Ms Jodie tell’s me that it’s prefectly fine to send him with yogurt if I want. He showed us that he can play hopscotch and…he learned the word “doodle”.  In context, “I’m going to change in the lounge room so Dexter doesn’t bite my doodle off”

My little boy is growing up

I tell you who wasn’t so excited?? The mother of that little girl standing with Jaxon and holding his hand.

Her name is Maddy and they are friends from Kinder as well. So when Jaxon spotted her, he immediately went and grabbed her by the hand and whisked her away to their “yellow” group.

In the mean time, her mother is sitting there all flustered and wanting to cry because her little girl just ran off with a strange little boy and forgot to say good bye to her!

I thought she was going to stampede through a group of 4.5 year old’s in the line to get there in time for a hug.

Believe it or not….Jaxon HATES birds! But he was the one who asked us to get one for him after watching RIO. At first he jumped each time Roary moved about the cage. And every time he cheeped Jaxon’s jaw would drop as if to say “Holy Shit!”

But now he sits by him in the mornings and draws pictures for him. Now he asks him questions as if he might reply.

We’re slowly taming Roary behind Jaxon’s back. Jaxon wants for him to come out and play with us but I don’t think he’s really ready for a flying bird in the house yet.

It started almost 1.5 years ago when over summer, we left Jaxon in undies.

But we think the issue with that was he HAD AN ACCIDENT and he really REALLY didn’t like it.

So for the past few months we’ve been bringing it up on and off with him with absolutely NO success at all.

Until today. While I was cooking and Jaxon was doing his own thing I happened to sneak a peak at him in his bedroom. There, I found him walking around with a potty on his head. I’m sure we’ve all been busted doing that at some point in our lives right??

Then, about half an hour later I saw him run from his bedroom to the bathroom with no nappy on. And then…HE PUT UNDIES ON!

This is HUGE!

Seriously, if I’d told Jaxon three weeks ago we were done with nappies and all he could wear was undies he would have been clinging on to my feet as I tried to ignore him screaming the house down “NEEEEED NAAAAAAAPPPPPY!!!”

So for the rest of the evening Jaxon wore undies. And nothing else.

But then came dinner time. Yet another thing we’ve been discussing with Jaxon for some time now.

The issue is, he doesn’t want to eat. And for a while we would say to him “You eat your dinner, or you GO TO BED!”

And the evil little genius that he is, would get up and go to bed. Don’t laugh. He has also been known to throw his OWN toys in the bin if we threaten that we will throw them out if he doesn’t pick them up and look after them.

Tonight we figured, since he doesn’t seem to mind getting told to go to bed, then we would force him to stay at the table.

He told us “Can’t eat dinner. Too tired” and we ignored him time after time.

This is how our new direction went tonight.

This is the first time Jaxon has ever fallen asleep at the table. I don’t think he even slept on the boob for those few short weeks we got to breast feed.

(side note: I wasn’t going to put that last photo up, given the position of his hand. But then, I just got all proud of him for doing it with his right hand So it stays, as a milestone post )

Well wonder no more. I have the answer.

At 2.38am this morning I was woken by the traumatized cries of my little boy.

When I got to his room he was patting his pillow repeatedly, crying “bee-eeeee, beeee-eeeeeeeee)

For those of you who need translation, my son dreams about biscuits. He wouldn’t settle down until I turned his pillow over and he could no longer see Wall-E.