For some reason Ms R didn’t want to go to home ed group today, I’m not sure why because she’s usually really excited about it but I wasn’t too upset given that it is a long drive and takes up enough of the day that we don’t get to do anything else. So instead we attempted to make play-doh. We had to improvise on the oil and for a while it looked like it was a non-starter but after abandoning the original recipe and just adding various ingredients in varying quantities it eventually turned into the most wonderful play-doh ever. Warm, smooth and just the right consistency, and even the overpowering smell of the washing-up liquid subsided after a bit of playing with. They both played with it for quite a long time in their pyjamas, Master R lost interest first but Ms R carried on and made a story out of some animal and Christmas tree shapes.
We made a shopping list for the butcher which Ms R wrote out. She really enjoys writing lists and kept asking what else we could buy but we’d run out of ideas. Her letter ’s’ seem to have turned around so I showed her how I write 2, 5 and s.
Master R got really upset about throwing the dead flowers away and after lots of crying we retrieved them from the bin and put them down the end of the garden ‘to keep’.
Our next aim for the day was to buy some penny sweets with copper. I furnished them both with ten pence and we went along to the post-office. They bounded up to the shop assistant asking for a bowl to put their sweets and then began. Master R chose the biggest 2p sweets, filled his bowl and had paid before Ms R had barely started. She took her time in choosing ten penny sweets and then we were off on our way with Master R scoffing his quick and Ms R still talking about when, where and how she was going to eat them.
We popped in to see Mum who’d hadn’t had an easy morning. Master R wanted to stroke the kitten but it just wanted to play so kept grabbing his hand. He was a bit spooked by it and kept running away when it did its funny pouncy things. Ms R got the hang of kitten play though and spent ages dragging around a fluffy thing on a string for it to grab at. We saw my brother who told us Cousin F had got his place in school to start September coming and went on to ask if Ms R will be starting as well as we’d said we might start her in Year 1 (seemed like a good thing to say eighteen months ago). I told him not at this stage and she started bouncing around me saying she never wanted to go to school ever and he said that it was good to wait a bit as he’d been a child who had cried every day for months going in, then he got a phone call so no more was said. I always want to list my reasons and justify our reasons whenever family ask but it is probably far better to say less.
From there we went shopping. The shop was quiet so Ms R took Baby Annabell in the pushchair. Between the children they did the majority of the shopping, I tend to say lets have a look at veg and before I know it Master R has filled the trolley with his favourite vegetables and fruit and then we potter down the cold section and Ms R grabs milk and sandwich ham and other stuff. As we got to the checkouts Ms R said she might need the toilet and then before I knew it she ran off yelling over her shoulder that she needed a wee and she’d be back in a minute. It’s a bit scary when she goes out of sight but with the security guards, cctv, double set of slow to open double doors and her lightening fast, talk to no-one speed I am confident that she is neither going to get abducted or led astray.
The day ended with Noddy stories again.
That’s lovely handwriting. Sweet about the flowers. My Ben (8) always wants to keep everything he finds when he’s out and about! Elle
Comment by Elle — January 24, 2008 @ 10:10 pm