climbing

 mr smear hit the top of the wall. twice. this is doing great stuff for his confidence. i just couldn't get him to do the other one, but he did make it quite far up and at some point i knew i had to just let it go.

we got home, showered, had dinner, and put him to bed as a seven year-old for the last time. thoroughly exhausted, i went to bed too.

it's now going on 1am, and i've just woken up with a tornado of thoughts in my head. not least of which, that we didn't think to make him a card! oh, no!