Friday Forget-Me-Nots

I had a copy of the latest Vanity Fair next to my bed. ReRe carried it into the bathroom and said, "Who is this, mummy?". I said, "That's Johnny Depp." "Do we know him mummy?". "No, honey, we don't know him." "Oh". ReRe flipped over the magazine and said, "Who is this lady, mummy?" and I said "that's the Revlon lady, honey", to which he replied, "Is she Johnny's wifey?". I said they were just friends.

ReRe is getting used to the idea of having a new baby, he has started hugging and kissing my belly, which I think is super cute. We asked him what he wanted us to name the baby, and he has come up with "ha-CHOO!". We'll work on that one.

This morning was the first time I had to get up extra early to register my son in an activity, this time swimming lessons. Thank goodness this pool recently changed its policies and it was an on-line registration, and I didn't have to line up at 6am like parents used to do. But I had a feeling like reverse deja-vu, like I could see myself in the future many, many mornings in years to come where I will need to go through this sort of process. I don't resent it, it just felt a little weird. This will be the first time ReRe will be in a swimming class without me, and he's told me numerous times that he doesn't want to go in the pool without me. But he is ready for the next level up, and I was finding it very exhausting to be climbing in and out of the pool, and that is only going to get worse, the more pregnant I get. We'll see how it goes. For some reason, in the summer, the lessons are every day, Monday to Friday, so I've signed up for four weeks, but not for the whole summer, that seems like overkill. Even four weeks of five lessons a week already seems daunting.

Today is also the last day that he will be with his present teacher at school. It was sort of sprung on us last week that, starting next week, he would be moving up a class (for their "summer camp") and while he's moving up with many little friends, he really loves this teacher, and I'm afraid of how upset he'll be next week. This will be the class he'll be in when the fall comes, so at least we know we won't have to go through this again for at least another year and a half, at which point he'll be likely leaving the school for senior kingergarten somewhere else. He's always handled transitions well, I just hate to see him sad.