We’ve got two more morning swimming lessons before it switches back to evenings, and I can hardly wait. Small is not a morning person. Well, I’m not a morning person either, but I don’t actually throw tantrums about it.
Not that he was too horrendous – he does like his swimming lesson. Not sure how long he’ll go on feeling that way if they continue to have different teachers every week and no continuity. Big’s friend C is very discouraged – she’s been working really hard trying to develop the skills so that she can move up into Big’s group, but they aren’t being assessed as their regular teacher has been off for several weeks now. In fact, I think she’s only taught the class once since Small started.
Big seems to be making excellent progress – the ten minutes of her class that I saw, she is doing something that looks very like front crawl, well, til she runs out of breath anyway 😉 Seriously though, there’s a lot less splashing and a lot more travelling from her than from the other two currently in her group. Worst case scenario is that C will get moved up into her group and Big will instantly get moved on. Don’t think it’s an unreasonable scenario either from what I’ve seen of what the next group up is doing.
So that was the morning – we stopped off at the soon to be renamed remnant shop for some more rainbow cord so that Big could make more macrame friendship bands. She’s working quite hard on it, and it is bringing some practical maths to the fore. As well as plenty of temper, but hey.
Small’s workbooks arrived for 1B, so he promptly went off the idea of doing maths at all. Sigh. On this we aren’t going to be desperately autonomous – I am going to require a certain amount of mathematical practice to happen every week. Will have to ponder on how this doesn’t become just an area of confrontation between myself and Small – Big sees the point of it, so I don’t think will fight too hard. Plus at the moment she’s really enjoying the maths she’s doing. So was he, but apparently that doesn’t count any more.
And I’m not sure what they did for the rest of the afternoon as I retired to bed. I didn’t feel terribly well, my hips and legs were aching and I couldn’t stop sneezing. Was slightly surprised when I slept nearly 4 hours though!
Got up in time to sort them out a pizza for tea – day before veg box delivery and we were down to a few sad looking carrots and runner beans, couple of onions and yes, of course, some beetroot. I think beetroot may get knocked off the preference sheet tbh.
Still, they’ve been offered lots more home cooked meals and vegetables this week, and I hope to get that going as more of a pattern, it’s going to take a while to break through Small’s resistance on trying anything even vaguely new.
Read some Wayside School is Falling Down
at bedtime – it’s good read aloud stuff. And then sat and stared dejectedly at my maths for a while in the evening.
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