Hard to believe it's been thirteen years since we held our precious little Will.
Our time together was so very short, but we wouldn't have missed a minute of it.
He'll always the be first of our three kids, and always my eldest son.
Happy Birthday lovely boy xxx
She fetched a placemat to lean on all by herself, which made me smile! I'm not sure I should really be encouraging felt tips on the sofa, but never mind!
She's drawing a picture of our (apparently multi-coloured!) house, complete with door number and her name, in case we forget who she is or where she lives!
(Oh, and her hair-ribbons are Buchanan tartan - my Dad's family tartan. I couldn't resist!)
Brace yourselves over the next few days - the kids are back at school, and I have a bit of time for blogging now, so there will be a MAMMOTH series of updates heading your way very soon.
My big lad started secondary school last Wednesday, which deserves a post all to itself, so I will be back ASAP!
Well, we're already more than two weeks into the summer holiday, and I haven't even posted a pic from Charlie's school leavers' party, never mind any pics of our holiday to Spain (which was fabulous and HOT!)
All is well here, so here are a couple of pics to tide you over - Rosie, who was rather delighted to find Charlie's old Harry Potter glasses yesterday, and Charlie after I attacked him with the hair clippers last night!
Will be back soon with a proper update! Watch this space...
...and now, the last day at Primary School!
Goodness me, I can't quite believe it's Charlie's last day already.
I dug out his first day pic, and snapped another in the same place this morning.
Just look at where the door handle is in relation to his head - look how much he's grown!
I'm so very proud of this boy.
Before he was born, we were given a 50/50 chance of him surviving long enough to get to school, so it is amazing to see him do so well and be ready to start his secondary school journey in September.
We had his school report on Monday, and it was brilliant - he scored fives across the board in all his National Tests, which means he is exceeding the expectations for children of his age in every subject. And yes, we were SO proud.
We also had his last sports day - 'cross country' (three laps of the school field) was optional, but Charlie decided he wanted to join in.
I'm not generally one of those mums that cries at school stuff, but as they lined up at the starting line, I already had tears dripping off my chin.
I knew he was going to come last.
He knew he was going to come last.
But he didn't care.
He just wanted to do his best, and join in with his friends.
He was in last place as soon as they started running, and the gap got wider and wider.
He walked for a bit around the back and then jogged a bit more.
In the end, he stopped after the second lap (by which time some of the faster kids had finished their third lap, so it didn't actually look like he was last because some of the other kids were still finishing their third lap...) but I was so desperately proud of him, it took me nearly ten minutes to pull myself together.
So many other parents and teachers approached me during the course of the afternoon and told me that they'd been crying too, and were so proud of him.
Yesterday was his Leavers' Assembly at school, and he sang a solo.
I was proud again.
This afternoon there's a picnic for us all up at the school, some fun and games, and then each Year Six pupil rings the old school bell as they leave the school for the final time.
Yes, I'm definitely taking tissues with me.
And tonight is his Leavers' Party (I'm refusing to call it a Prom - he's only 11...) at a posh hotel up the road.
So he's had a busy old time - and is more than ready to start the next phase in his education (just wait until you see a pic of him in his high school blazer... be still my beating heart!!)
It goes without saying Charlie-Boy, that we love you and we are more proud of you than you could ever imagine. Here's to the next seven years! xxx
Well, I don't really know where to start - life is so busy at the moment I'm struggling to find time to blog about it!
Charlie is into his final two weeks at primary school and he has got so much going on - over the past few weeks he's had an exhibition evening at primary school, a choir concert at his new school, cycling proficiency, a weekend away at Harry Potter Studios with his friend Ewan, and this weekend just gone he's been at an adventure weekend in West Wales with school for all the Year 6 kids.
So he got back yesterday at about 4pm (I've finally finished all the muddy washing!) and today he's gone off for his transition day at his new secondary school.
He was so excited to go this morning (albeit slightly bleary-eyed after two very late nights when he was away!) and l can't wait to hear all about his new school. He should be finding out who his form tutor is, and be exploring the school grounds and the canteen.
He's spending the whole day there so we have to pick him up at 3pm. (He'll go on the bus when he starts properly though.)
I'm so excited to see him enjoying this major milestone - when I think that we were only given a 50/50 chance of him starting primary school, and now we're about to see him leaving primary and starting secondary... to say I'm grateful doesn't seem enough really.
Rosie is growing up so fast - I'm attaching her latest playschool photo. She loves playschool and playing with all her friends. She also loves playing with Charlie's friends too - she's quite the social butterfly!
She has had a busy few weeks as well, with trips to the farm, birthday parties, sports day, as well as an end-of-term party coming up as well.
Then in a few weeks we're off to Salou in Spain for a week - although it's unlikely to be a particularly relaxing holiday, we're all really looking forward to it.
Oh, I forgot to mention, we had Charlie's pacemaker clinic at the end of June - he's doing brilliantly - plenty of life left in his battery, plus his sats were sitting nicely at 90. He's also grown 3.5cm and gained 3kg since we were last at the hospital, which is great.
Anyway - I'd better fly and iron the last of the washing from Charlie's weekend away!
Will try to get a new pic of Charlie next time - the latest one I have is of him trying on his outfit for his leavers' party, and I don't want to spoil the surprise!
Welcome to Charlie's News! Charlie was born on November 5, 2003, minus the left side of his heart - a complex congenital heart defect known as Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome. He had two open-heart surgeries in his first five months, and had his third stage Fontan completion in March 2010, aged six-and-a-half.
Charlie's heart is special - but not as special as he is!