6 has had a bit of a rough patch at school, which has dented his confidence a bit.
We picked our own homework (a ‘wildcard’) this week to try and cheer him up/boost his confidence, I printed pictures of things he’s been up to and he wrote out the captions.
The title is ‘I’m a brave Explorer! I can…’
- Explore a castle
- Cross a river
- Follow a book through the forest
- Meet old friends and new
- Listen, defend, watch and battle
- Be brave
- Enjoy the sunshine
- Be with my family
I seem to have something in my eye….
I love the winter light
(Shame I’m terrible at photos)
I got into the car after a meeting yesterday. Husband and children are already in the car.
Me “I’m hungry, let’s go home and eat”
Child “you could eat a… ”
Child “oh, ok. Daddy, I’m gonna saw your head off there’s chicken in your head”
Me “erm… But I’m vegetarian!”
Child “but daddy’s head is full of vegetarian chicken, I just need a real saw to cut it off”
Me “well, we haven’t got one, so nevermind, I think I’ll have pasta”
Child “there’s one in the kitchen, I’ll use it to cut daddy’s head off and we can have vegetarian chicken”
So… Firstly, is my (vegetarian) 3 year old turning into a cannibal? Or a criminal mastermind(based on his reasoning skills)?
Also, how does he know where the tools are?!?!
So, I felt a bit rubbish today. Which didn’t make much difference to our plans, as largest child goes to football training (if you can call it that when they’re that young?) which he loves. He learns football skills through playing games, there’s lots of running about and stuff, and it tires him out. So we do it every Sunday!
After lunch, both boys napped. Which gave us a problem…
What to do with two reenergised small people on a rainy/snowy/sleety afternoon? Answer- go for a walk on the beach! I’m not mad, honest. I don’t see why we can’t stick our waterproofs on and go for a walk when it rains (which is often). Husband complained. A lot. Which is normal.
But everyone else had fun! And we were warm because, due to the incoming tide, we had to hurry to avoid getting stuck and frequently run to avoid getting wet.
And afterwards we followed a traditional seaside tradition, icecream! The good thing about bad weather is no queues!
How do you get ice cream on your head though?
Little’s – what the hell is that? Face.
It is St Patricks day today also. So another reason for ice cream, as a year ago today I went into labour (and then stopped, and started again 4 days later). And so, this resulted in littlest’s middle name being Patrick. So he got ice cream to celebrate his saints day. Thankfully, there are no snakes round here for him to chase away!