I caved in and let Ms R have a new activity book. It was only £1.50 and has a practice book inside it and a page full of gold stars which made Ms R feel like she got really good value for my money. It’s basic addition and subtraction and involves lots of counting dots on dinosaurs and adding them together or working out how many sweets you had left if you ate so many etc. What it does seem to be good at is working on the translation between numbers of objects and written figures. She loves it and took it to my grandparents to do, since then it’s stayed in the car and whenever we drive somewhere she reads out the letters at the top of each page so that I can tell her what she’s supposed to do. I’ve not really looked at what she’s done but on listening to her mutterings it sounds easy enough for her.
It was a surprisingly calm visit to my grandparents house. Ms R impressed them with her keeness to do ‘work’ (which earned us comments about homework when she’s older) and I did some Magic Painting with Master R. Afterwards we made an unplanned visit to the pick-your-own farm. The tractor ride prompted lots of questions about tractors, why they have big wheels, why they don’t go very fast and tractor machinary. The raspberries initially looked disappointing but then we seemed to get lucky and found loads. They both like raspberries although I’m not keen. I talked a bit about how people may once have had to forage for food and Ms R seemed to think I was talking about my grandparents. We pottered along and picked some peas, Master R was eating instead of saving but eventually we thought we had enough so went on to pick strawberries. We talked lots, the Rs waved and smiled at various babies and small children, they pretended a building on the hill was a darlek (now that I work Saturdays they watch Dr. Who) and the tractor-stop shed was a tardis and we spotted butterflies. With no clock to watch and the freedom of the fields time flew by and on returning to the car we realised we’d been there for three hours.
We cleaned Ms Rs fish out this morning and afterwards sat on her bed looking at The Usborne First Book of The Recorder. We got to playing a B and learning about crochets and minims which I found fascinating because I’d never understood music at school. We clapped some rhythms and then Ms R has been practicing playing them. She was really keen to move on to learning more notes but Master R was getting bored and had his fingers in the fishes mouths.
We cycled along the cycle lane to the swimming pool. I suggested taking the trailer but Ms R wanted to cycle and Master R really likes sitting on the back of my bike. It’s just under two miles but took us well over half an hour. We had to have a stop on the way when Ms R wobbled onto the stones and fell off but she made an excellent recovery and we were soon on our way again. We were told that the swimming pool was slightly colder than usual but that didn’t deter them. Ms R practiced her swimming, she seems to be able to doggy paddle for a little way but her legs sink and she holds her head so high she ends up as just a face peeping out of the water until eventually she disappears completely. Master R splashed around loads on his tummy with me holding him and did quite a lot of jumping in. It was drizzling when we came out and we were hungry so we got chips to eat and sat in one of the shelters looking out to sea. The ride home in the drizzle seemed to take forever. Ms Rs legs got tired so we walked the last little bit and Master R had nodded off on the back of my bike.
We visited Nana and the Rs played with an older girl.
We finished our Roald Dahl book so read picture books at bedtime. Ms R didn’t go straight to sleep, first she put loads of soft toys and books into a box because she doesn’t need them anymore and then I sat and talked to her about Master Rs eye appointment. She gets quite squeamish whenever it’s mentioned so I’ve explained everything as best I can and have asked her to be positive and supportive. He looks up to her and trusts her judgement, if she acts like hospital appointments, eye tests or wearing patches are bad things then he’ll think I’m trying to con him and will be scared an unco-operative.