Tag: Making things
Patchwork skirts and no outings.
Sunday we had intended to go to Bawdsey radar open day via the foot ferry. But instead, after the cooked breakfast, the girls and I started on a patchwork skirt for their toys. As is usual, I horrendously underestimated the time taken just to cut out 25 5″ squares, so C was still cutting at…
Washing and sewing and stropping and stuff
Despite recent suggestions otherwise, the children are still addicted to screen time. I’m not quite sure what to do about it – I’d like to let them autonomously work through it, but behaviour deteriorates rapidly around here if they do nothing but stare at flickering images or play puter games, and I’m not sure I…
Sunday sun.
Bil was very organised this morning and struck the tent before the preteens were awake. Well, the second bedroom and the outer anyway. When they woke up and stumbled out he asked them if anything was missing. “Um, the washing line?” “What, not the tent?” doh. They breakfasted and putered, and Big taught Princess and…
Space party
it took longer than anticipated to finish off Tim’s costume and make Big’s though the constant interruptions and heckling from the offspring really didn’t help. So we set off about the time the party was due to start. Sigh. Still arrived with plenty of time to spend with friends though, so that was good 🙂…
cause and effect or bribery and punishment?
First day of the new system, it appears that the children had a rather different idea to how it was going to work than I did. Our system doesn’t involve boxes per child prestacked with work – I’m nowhere near that organised, and I doubt I ever will be. Instead their boxes have pictures that…
Something's got to change.
Another day of petty squabbling and far too much screen time, with reluctance to go outside (it did rain somewhat, which didn’t help) which culminated in tears at bedtime when Small wanted to play as they barely had all day, while Big wanted to be read to. So instead I convened an impromptu family meeting…
swimming and wayside school.
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…
Days not to dwell on
Monday was one of those days. By about 10 o’clock I was offering Big out on brightkite – she was in a foul mood for no apparent reason, and any interchange with her resulted in screaming and wailing or stropping on her part. Not fun. Despite this, she managed to be quite productive, and started…
Autonomy and swine flu
Not directly connected 😉 For the rest of the week, Small amused himself on the computer mainly. Occasionally this was very irritating, depending on what website he chose to focus on, but most of the time, I could see pretty direct benefits, and he explored a lot of different things, including some excellent Lazy town…
and so to the weekend
Saturday morning we re-tidied the children’s room, this time to the point that sufficient floor was found to hoover. Quite an achievement, although there was still the strip in between the beds covered in scraps of paper. Tim decided to take the kids out to Framlingham Castle, and I decided to stay at home to…