Can’t quite remember how I got into the battle with Big Wednesday morning over her maths, but we did. From being thrilled with the new books, she’s now back into full resistant maths is boring mode. But I put my foot down and required her to do some – I feel that she needs to be making steady progress. She was most aggrieved that I didn’t make Small do any – but I can really only have that kind of argument with one child at a time, and his argument was about going out.
He didn’t want to. We were heading for Framlingham, in search of our final Time Traveller Go stickers 🙂 (It’s not the final event, and we are hoping to make it to the one next week as well, but our passports are now fully stickered up.) For some reason Small decided he didn’t want to go out, and it ended up with him being brought out by Tim. I hate having to get to that stage, but as I anticipated, once we were there, he had a great time. Apart from the part when I didn’t move fast enough and he screamed at me, right in the middle of the Victorian Policeman’s spiel 🙁
Big thoroughly enjoyed the Victorian bit – it is her favourite era. Small was kept occupied with the Framlingham murder trail – a set of clues dotted around with a map/ plan showing how to go from one to the next. Was surprised at how difficult he found it to follow the map, given that he draws them for himself from time to time. Then again, I suppose his follow a slightly different schema. Must ponder that one further.
Once he’d done that, Big moved on to the agility tests which involved running around in odd ways, then throwing and catching and that sort of thing. So I played big dominoes with Small. He got the hang of it fairly quickly and was very happy to win the game against me, and then the game he had with Big when she’d finished. We ate our fruit and then he was desperate to go around the wall walk, so I dragged myself up there. Think it’ll be the last time that I make it before the baby!
And by the time we’d done that, it was time to be heading off to the hospital for our planned growth scan. Tim met us there having taken the bus, which worked pretty well. We had the first appt of the afternoon, so naturally we were the fifth seen. Sigh. But we were seen within 10 minutes of appt time, which is pretty good going really.
Scan was very quick, and then we were passed through to see the registrar. He was ludicrously young and slightly nervous – happy with my scan results although when I mentioned homebirth he decided I’d need a presentation scan at 36 weeks as well. Doesn’t sound like a bad plan – I well remember the panicked weekend after a midwife decided Small was breech about two weeks before he was due. He wasn’t breech, and we had our homebirth 🙂 Was quite surprised to have the scan booked in, but not displeased.
Babe it appears it slightly above average size – hopefully slightly above average is where it will stay 🙂 Small was just under the boundary for me to have glucose tolerance tests, no idea what that’s about or what the symptoms might be. Did get the impression it would have been more needles though. And I’ve got a lovely bruise from the one on Tues already.
Think when we got home I went for a lie down, and the kids caught up on their screen time. Small signed himself up for a moshi monster – for some reason his arithmetic goes to pot under pressure. Daresay it will improve though.
Cauliflower cheese, new potatoes and carrots for tea, out of veg box three. Big helped prepare the veg – washed and peeled carrots, helped with potatoes. Am finding it slightly traumatic as Small is hugely resistant to new foods, but he does like both cauliflower cheese and raw carrot, so that wasn’t too bad. No idea why he’s gone off potato in all forms though.
Tim read to them, and that was their night almost over – Small got up very confused around 11 and didn’t quite make it to the bathroom, mainly as he didn’t seem to know where it was any more. Given that he never woke up properly it didn’t upset him though – Tim and I had to fight back laughter when we gave him clean PJ trousers and he tried to put them on his head. Bless.
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