So very tired.

That I’m going to blog quickly and go to bed. I’ve just failed to dismantle the boiler cupboard cos I can’t work out which screws to take out, and stared at some code that might as well be in greek for all the sense it made to me, so it’s time to call it a day.

Let’s see, what did we get up to? It was home ed sports day mark 2, and we were only an hour and a half late (for a three hour meeting) so that was impressive. Having said that, I did manage to blitz the kitchen and get some washing out first, and Small let us all sleep til 8.30 so it wasn’t so surprising. You should have heard Big complaining when he went and jumped on her to wake her up, poetic justice I call it, for the number of times she’s woken him up at 7.30!

Big didn’t actually want to take part in sports day, so we took her teletubby tent with us as well as the various bits of kit for other ppl to use. Someone else had brought a teletubby tunnel, so the two were mated and that was good. She also played excessively with D, a lad about a year older than her, who apparently doesn’t talk much about anyone from the group but does mention her, so that could be a budding friendship, which would be nice. I get along with the mother in question, lovely lady, so that could work out well really.

Small had a good time, someone had brought toddler ride on toys, so he was well happy. He is so independent it’s untrue – he will just wander off and get stuck in, very rarely even bothering to check if I’m still about. I’m fairly sure that if I wasn’t it would be extremely bad, but he is happy otherwise.

Came home and mooched for most of the afternoon, with Small being deeply horrid to Big (he pulled out a handful of her hair!) and me trying to referee and failing dismally. Eventually wandered round to miss the post, but rather nice to walk with them both – you see the world differently at a toddler’s pace.

Was one comment that amused me at group, we were discussing tantrums, and I mentioned that Small was coming into them nicely. “He’s a bit young for it” was the rejoinder (he’s um, 15 months or thereabouts) and I suppose he might be, but then again, Big did this too, so it isn’t surprising me all that much. She was fine (mostly) when she was two, but found the time before it extremely frustrating. I think there is a stage that they start to go through where they know what they want, but can’t express it, and Small is just beginning to know his own mind enough to get upset if I want something different to him. He can be distracted out of it atm, but from experience, that won’t last particularly long. Here’s hoping he figures out communication promptly as his sister did, and that this phase doesn’t last too long!