On Saturday, we had Isabelle's parties - friends in the morning, family in the evening. A few friends came over for a party lunch. We put up decorations that Isabelle and I had made on Wednesday. We started with presents, then had pass-the-parcel. Isabelle won the pass-the-parcel, which was sort of embarrassing as I was playing the music! It was genuinely random though - I knew it was the last layer, so I turned my back and did not have any idea who was holding the package when the music stopped.
After food and a birthday cake (which we made on Friday afternoon), we had a treasure hunt. Then it was home time.
Grandma and Grandad arrived between parties. Nana Pam and Uncle Shayne arrived in time for a birthday tea. We had cake number three - an ice cream cake bought from the supermarket!
So, a good day had I think. It took a surprising amount of thought and organisation, but I think that Isabelle had a good time.
And so today, Brendon, Isabelle, Orla and I walked to school. It was a beautiful morning - mild, sunny, and so little wind that the Brooklyn turbine turned so so slowly, and later in the morning stopped altogether. Isabelle and I sang songs and skipped. When we arrived, she hung up her bag on her named hook - an already familiar ritual thanks to her three school visits. "You're finally here!" said the big sister of one of her Playcentre friends (who I found out later looked after her at lunchtime). We took Isabelle into her class. She was greeted by the teacher. I took a couple of photos. The bell rang. And it was time for us to go.
Just one more big hug, then it was out the door. I did cry a little. I knew that she would be fine though.
Meanwhile, Aidan took Grandma to Playcentre. I think it was really nice that he had something special to do today as well.
I thought of Isabelle often during the day. I wondered what she was doing, but more importantly, how she was feeling.
Orla and I walked back this afternoon to pick her up. I was early. It was a long wait. Then there she was again! She was a bit quiet, but seemed to have had a good day. I tried not to ask too many questions. We held hands all the way home. Sometimes I carried her backpack for her. It seemed like a long walk - one that we will repeat many many times.
She wasn't as tired as I thought she was going to be. But she did go to sleep very quickly! Before she went to bed, Isabelle read me a book. The words of the week are "the" and "to". Letter of the week is "br" - which of course isn't a letter, but I understand what they mean. I pointed out to her that "br" is for Brendon.
We do it all again tomorrow.