Seems to have been a day of numbers!
Ms R made a table with the first three letters of our names down the left hand side and three columns, in the first she put our ages and in the next two she put a tick and then asked us to write what we like to eat. Apparently that was checking us into our holiday.
We went clothes shopping on the way to home ed group and Ms R was looking at handbags and telling me the prices of them all. I tried on a few items and Ms R made helpful comments like "Your bum looks very big" and "I think thats too small". It’s the first time I’ve been able to try clothes on without children moaning, crying, running off etc. They didn’t seem to get why the curtain was there though.
In the car she was pointing out the road numbers and asking questions about which numbered roads they lead onto.
Home ed group was great. Almost empty when we arrived which I think helped Master R settle in before the madness and noise started. They both made crowns out of green paper, glue and bits to stick on and then went off to play. Baby Annabell accompanied us in her pushchair and was pushed around by a little boy who got regularly checked on, stroked and patted by Ms R. She also took on the role of big sister to an older boy who’s big sister was not currently available to him. Quite amusing to watch and has me pondering the roles we subconsciously fall into. Master R appeared comfortable being part of that group of children, they all went off into another room and when I went to check on them I couldn’t go in until I said the password. Thankfully Master R told me that the password was ‘Friends’ which I thought was a wonderful password. I wonder how much of a role The Secret Seven played in that game, what I like is that it seems to be encouraging inclusion rather than the exclusions that I’ve seen in previous games like "You can’t be in our club because you are not the right age/gender" etc. Master R and I consumed lovely pancakes but neither children wanted any part in helping to make them. We talked about batter (having made mini dough-nuts the other day and knowing we were having yorkshire pudding with our dinner) and Ms R is now an expert in that field.
We popped in to visit my Dad and Ms R requested to stay while I went off to do the shopping. He agreed so Master R and I raced home to get Daddy and we went on a rare trip just the three of us. I don’t think Master R has had many opportunities to have us both to himself and certainly enjoyed being the centre of all our attention. He’s such a happy and appreciative little boy, thanking Daddy for taking us shopping to buy yummy food and telling us both at least a hundred times how much he loves us.
We got back to find Ms R playing games on Dads computer and printing out certificates. He was impressed that she could type her own name without any help.
Daddy had cooked a lovely roast and we watched a new Buzz Lightyear film. Ms R was asking three times table questions, wanting to know what three threes were, four threes, five threes etc. Not sure why, maybe because the aliens had three eyes.
I stayed awake long enough to read bedtime stories.