Living Arrows 2018 – 18/52

We had an incredibly quiet few days this weekend, thanks mainly to the horrible head cold/flu like virus that knocked me out on Friday.

I spent the weekend sleeping and resting and occasionally trying to claim that I was fine but ending up sounding like Monica in Friends.  When you put a ‘D’ at the end of ‘Fine’ you’re not fine!

So this week’s photo of Rhys was taken quickly, just outside our front door on Sunday evening.

We may have had a quiet weekend but it was actually a pretty big week as a whole for this boy.  He turned 7, he lost his first tooth and he moved up to the top group at his swimming lessons and even took the first steps towards learning to dive.

He had a bit of a wobble on the night before his birthday, when I think it all got a bit too much for him.  His first tooth had come out at school that day and I think that combined with turning 7 was just a lot for him to process.  It’s almost like he realised that getting older is great, but it also sometimes means moving on from one stage of your life to another.

Bedtime that night was a bit emotional as he worked through all his feelings about not being 6 any more.  He was also really quite sad about the idea of the tooth fairy taking his first tooth away, so he wrote a little note to her asking if she would please leave it for him to keep.

Luckily she was kind enough to leave the tooth and still leave him a few coins so he woke up very happy the next day.

Once his birthday actually arrived he seemed much happier and was so excited to open his presents and eat some birthday cake after school.  Then at the weekend he went to his swimming lesson to find that he has been moved up a group.  He’s now at the stage where the teacher isn’t actually in the water with him which feels like a big step, but one he’s ready for.

At the end of his lesson he even started learning the basics of diving in, and he couldn’t wait to get home and tell his daddy all about that!

His new swimming teacher commented to me during his lesson that he’s a real character, and I think that sums him up really.  He is full of beans and enthusiasm and non-stop chatter and, while it might be exhausting at times, I wouldn’t have it any other way.  Rhys means ardour and I honestly don’t think we could have picked a more perfect name for him.

I hope he always stays as passionate and enthusiastic as he is right now, I hope no matter how old he gets he holds on to that.