OK, so I thought I'd better share a couple of positive stories about Ollie, as the last post made me sound like some kind of over-protective helicopter mum.
This one made me laugh. This one is a conversation we had in the car a couple of weeks ago.
Oliver: I like the name Karen.
Me: That's good, I like that name too. I've got two aunties called Karen (Karren).
Oliver: When I have a baby, I'm going to call it Karen. I'm going to have two kids: one boy and one girl, and the girl's name is going to be Karen.
Me: That's great! What's the boy's name going to be?
Oliver: I'll let my wife decide.
I wonder if he'll stick to it...
The other story is about swimming. Despite having a mother and brother that loved the water, and plenty of trips to the beach in his early years, Oliver didn't start formal swimming lessons until last year. He did one term, and then the pool closed for refurbishment, so altogether this is his 3rd term of lessons.
I'm amazed at his progress. At first he was very nervous about even getting in the water, and especially putting his head under. Now, he jumps confidently off the blocks into the deep end and swims to the side. When we were in MErimbula, he was swimming all the way across the pool underwater.
He does pick things up quickly. So I guess I should interpret that as a sign that he'll pick up all this stuff that I spoke about in the last post. He's just got a bit on his mind at the moment.