Here, there and everywhere.

Disjointed day today, as I started off working from home (but loyally got up and made Tim sandwiches for leaving at 7.30am 😉 ) so that I could be here for Sarahthespeechtherapist’s visit. Which went very well. Small is beginning to attempt sounds, and that is leading to a breakthrough in attempting words. I daresay he would have got there eventually in the end without this intervention, but I think the end would have been a long way away, and while he isn’t frustrated (his signing has come along nicely :grin:) I was getting increasingly so.

But now I feel like we’re making headway, generally with a couple of targetted sound games a day, which probably aren’t any more intrusive that daft nursery rhymes or baby games (not really things I get into particularly), so it doesn’t feel like we’re doing anything unpleasant to him, but we can all see progress.

Tonight he said “yellow” very clearly, and obviously rather pleased with himself, said it several more times on request.

Big got up later than usual this morning, had her breakfast while I read technical documents, then sat down with an ex-library book. She proceeded to read it with negligible assistance, much to her surprise. She is so very close to just flying on her own, she just doesn’t have that ounce of faith to make the leap. Enjoying the journey now though. Then she got her pencils out and practised some more drawing, with the occasional wailing fit when it wasn’t perfect first time.

Our children I think suffer from a double dose of perfectionism – both Tim and I can be paralysed at times by the desire for whatever it is to be absolutely perfect, which prevents you from trying in case the end result isn’t, iyswim. I’m fairly sure there’s an element of that behind Small’s reluctance to speak, he was the same with walking as well.

Anyway, I tootled off to work at 12, leaving themostexcellentSarah and the four offspring happily heading for lunch, and had the best run up to work yet, well under an hour, and that going the long way round.

Afternoon was work related, and not home til late. Was in time for bathing and storying though, Big had some more Ballet School Diary (we’ve actually backtracked and are now on the first one, Ellies Chance to Dance) while Small chose his latest favourite, another ex library book, Let the Lynx come in.

And I’ve spent the evening pouring over instructions for VPNs, which has caused my head and eyes to ache following a call from the latter Sarah saying that her smaller offspring is less than well. So no childcare tomorrow, me and our two will call a pj day I suspect. Although we are going to have to go out for catfood.