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Luka and a whole host of firsts!

Monday marked Luka's first day of school.  Now I must point out to all those people crying out that this is just cruel, sending a 3.5 month old baby to school, that school is a pretty big word for where Luka goes.  It is a Baby Centre and there are exactly 6 babies in class.  So she gets loads and loads of love and attention, the fact that she is so very cute helps A LOT!

On Sunday when I started labelling all her things I recalled doing the same for Liam two and a half years ago (remember the lucky bugger had 6 months at home).  I cried when I did Liam's things, because to me marking clothes and bottles was always something done for kids in boarding schools only...

Well, needless to say, no tears where shed for Luka's labels, cute pink labels with butterflies.  Adorable.  I enjoyed adorning her things. 

On Monday morning, we dressed her in her pink Paris Hilton tracksuit and off we went.  She loved it, remember having been at home with Sekai for the past 3.5 months meant that she does not get out often, so imagine her delight at seeing 5 new babies and two teachers.

On Tuesday I had to be in Sandton very early on in the morning, so poor Gerhard had to drop off both of them at school.  Liam then interrogated poor Luka's teacher.  According to Gerhard he demanded to see where her cot was, where they changed her nappy, if they used enough bumcream etc.  Imagine a little finger wagging if you will!

Cringe...you can just imagine the teacher telling her husband all about this in the evening.  Its scary when you start seeing small parts of yourself (usually not the good parts) in your kids. 

Yesterday Luka went for her 16 week injections and according to the clinic sister, we can introduce solid food, so last night she had her very first taste of oli.  With Liam I spent days steaming fruit and making purees.  And then the ungrateful little thing decided not to eat apples / pears.  So with Luka its oli (organic store bought) and if she likes it we will see about a bit of a cookathon...we will see.

So all in all, life is good, the kids are doing well and we are still sleeping :)

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