Jewels, grasses, chestnut shells

I am commemorating Autumn this year in the best way: by teaching the boys that ridiculous primary school song that pretends to be about autumn but is actually about jet planes and gratitude. You're singing it already, aren't you? Autumn days when the grass is jewelled  And the silk inside a chestnut shell Jet planes … Continue reading Jewels, grasses, chestnut shells

Expansion

This is a big deal for him. He doesn't like to paint, or make collages, or do anything that means getting his hands dirty. The other children in the class are painting things for him (seriously. Future mob boss?). I worry a little about where he fits, and what his teachers see in him. I … Continue reading Expansion

Three breakfasts

Friday Tim: Do you want any breakfast? Me: [brushes hair] [wangs Henry's shoes over shoulder] [scrubs at Teddy's teeth] [whips open pushchair] No time no time no time [door slam] Saturday Tim: Do you want any breakfast? Me: Ooh, yes please. Toast and a hot drink? Thanks. I'll eat it while I'm drying my hair. [puts plate … Continue reading Three breakfasts

A baa-somely good day out

I am sometimes guilty of trying to hurry my children into things they're not ready for. (I don't wish to point any fingers but, Roald Dahl Complete Works, I might just be looking at you.) We've visited so many farms and petting zoos since Henry was born, and all with the same result: animal terror, or … Continue reading A baa-somely good day out

Movin’ on out

Hello internet! Hello wider world! Hello, dear blog from which I have been absent a fortnight! I feel like I'm all rusty. Here, someone help me bend sideways. We finally got connected yesterday and, let me tell you, if you ever want to feel the First Worldness of your problems, go without wifi for a … Continue reading Movin’ on out