I was making dinner tonight, and when Luke asked what was for tea I told him.  "Yummy fish and vegies"  He yelled out "You're the best!"  I couldn't believe it...aww, how sweet.  I repeated..."You're the best, is that what you said?"  He replied "No, YOU'RE the best"  Ok, so he was a little confused.  "I'm the best am I?"  "yes" he clarifed.  As I was revelling in my own "ace-ness" he continued....."You're Lukey, you're the best, you're Lukey"  mmmmm, ok then.  I had to pretend to be Lukey and that is why I was the best....at the time.

Luke loves....loves and I mean absolutely loves his playstation.  The rule is, he can play the playstation when Alyssa goes to bed.  Short of putting her in himself, he constantly reminds me that Alyssa needs her sleep.  Today, he managed to help her get in the cot.  Yesterday he asked Alyssa if she wanted to go to bed.  She replied yes and he promptly told her to go ask mummy.

So, when Alyssa finally goes to bed, he eagerly sets up his playstation and is, oh, so happy......until.....he just can't finish the next task....that challenge...he is so persistent it makes me admire him so much, until he gets to the 20th try.  He says I don't like this game....he cries.....he gets so upset.  I just tell him to take a big breath and not to give up.  Sometimes, he'll rest that level and go to a different area of the game, returning once he's cleared his mind.  Yesterday, he got that upset that he said "Mummy, I think I'll just have to watch a movie" and for the remaining 45 minutes of Alyssa's sleep, he watched a bugs bunny movie. 

When Alyssa woke up, he gave her the biggest hug and said "Alyssa, I just couldn't do the game....I just wasn't working"

Today, the first thing he said was "Can I play Spyro?"  I said not until Alyssa goes to bed.  When she went to bed, he played it and got a little further in the task he struggled with yesterday.  He didn't cry today while playing the game.

The first day of kinder - I remember it like it was yesterday.  Walking into that room with all the different children.  The two teachers asking for bags to be put on hooks.  Activities were chosen, then the words I was dreading to hear "Ok mums and dads, you can all say goodbye and leave.  We will see you all later"  With that I burst into tears.  I was not going to leave my little boy.  He was having fun....but he was just not ready.  I had Luke in kinder for the first term of this year.  Yes, he enjoyed himself.  No, he didn't not have seperation anxiety.  I made up for that.  I pulled him out at the end of the term 1. 

Last week was his first day at pre-kinder.  I am happy to say, I did not shed a single tear on leaving.  He was ready for this step.  He will be off to pre-school next year, and I am more confident that not only will he cope, he will thrive.

Italy, I know I know I know....oh my goodness, oh no!!  Our superstar socceroos were so close.  We'll get 'em next time.  How's the jump up the world ranking ladder though.  Legends!