Small boy, little steps

This morning while I was in the shower, Big got up and got herself dressed. I heard a drawer opening in the bedroom, and assumed it was Tim, but when I came out, I found Small balanced precariously on the bed, shoving the pjs he’d taken off back into his clothing drawer. It’s the first time that he’s made an effort to get himself organised, discounting yesterday when he went upstairs semi-naked, and came back down with a pair of pj trousers on, back to front and inside out 😉 He only needed a tiny bit of help to get his clothes on and buttons fastened, and we were ready to leave the house just after 7.30, without so much as a hint of a raised voice.

It was a great way to start the day, and the traffic is lighter now that the holidays have started. So despite the best efforts of the M1 roadworks, we had a good run up, and I got to my desk by 9am.

First day of holiday club seems to have gone down well with the offspring, especially when they found lots and lots of little froglets around the garden. Amusing moment as I picked them up (eta that’s the kids, not the froglets!) when I had to rescue a succession of ppl from an amazingly scary spider, with my children running round me trying to make friends with it 😀

Brought home Big’s first report – wish I had the first idea what any of it means! There’s a great long list of all the materials she’s worked with and some nice stuff about how lovely she is, and that’s about the sum of it. Will have to try to talk to them to work it out a bit – I’d really like to make sure that I’m complementing stuff rather than duplicating it. Overall though, it looks like she just gets on with what interests her, so that seems to be pretty good.

Right, it’s dark, I can go hang the washing out now 😉