Girl Lacer has been back at nursery two days now and I’d forgotten over the blissful 2 1/2 weeks of Christmas holidays how absolutely bl**dy horrible the rush to nursery is. On paper, well at least on a map it looks fine, we’re on one end of the road the school is on the other end, it is only a 5 minute walk but it’s the timing that is appalling, 12.50pm, a time that will be stamped into me for a very very long time. Even though we now have lunch earlier than at least my stomach deems acceptable come 12.35pm I’m yelling at the kids to get their shoes and coats on, struggling to get the pushchair out of the door, not even leaving the garden gate until 12.45pm and yes considering it’s a 5 minute walk we do get there just in time but I hate what it does to me, to get there for 12.50pm I seem to have to morph into ‘strident mummy’ which is a bit unpleasant if we have had a nice chilled morning before hand. Oh well from next September Girl Lacer will be at school full time (although having her ‘all to myself’ all day each day over Christmas has made me realise already that I’m going to miss her like crazy) and Boy Lacer will hopefully be at morning playgroup, (darn I needed to ring them again and I didn’t &*^%), so ok we’ll still probably have a rush but at least it’s in the morning, the time of day where rushes are meant to be. The year after that Boy Lacer will be in nursery, something I have been already regularly offering up prayers to whatever gods look after nursery admissions, please oh please may he get a morning place!
So other than that NOT . . . . DOING . . . . MUCH . . . . AT . . . . THE . . . . MOMENT, yawn I hate Januarys. We’re rather broke so it’s probably good that there’s nothing to do anyway, honestly the highlights of this month are going to be a coffee morning and wait for it . . . . . a speech therapy appointment, which is towards the end of the month. Actually we are all waiting for speech therapy with baited breath as it will have been two months since Boy Lacer’s last appointment and he has improved so much, he can sing twinkle twinkle, wheels on the bus, Bob the Builder, Port Side Pirates, the Crazy frog song (mmm yes), anything really he’ll have a go at, ok not particularly fluently but he sings more or less in tune and he’s very enthusiastic about it and he can say some 3 -4 word sentences and ok he seems to think any animal is a cow and that it moos, unless it’s a duck which goes cack cack or a butterfly but he’s getting there. So if the speech therapy wants him back for another appointment in a month I’ll be surprised, however I’ve said that before, taken him along to the appointment all optimistically and it’ll be like “Your son is sooo behind” which has been really quite depressing. But whatever they say Boy Lacer is being really quite adorable at the moment, he’s at the stage Girl Lacer was at 18 months when she had been toddling for a few months and was just too cute for words, ok Boy Lacer is 27 months, so maybe they are right about him being about 6 months delayed, but so what as long as he keeps progressing, when he’s an adult if he behaves like someone 6 – 9 months younger than his chronological age what’s the difference? Although having said that I partially have this blase attitude at the moment with the knowledge that being a September baby when he eventually goes to school if he is still ‘delayed’ well as one of the oldest kids in his year he does have that advantage so he won’t be that delayed. Oh and I can’t remember if I’ve said this before BUT BOY LACER CAN DRAW FACES, which surely is advanced for a 2 1/4 year old? And yes they are recognisable faces. Think he’s going to be a little artist like his big sister who drew such a good picture of a face the other day it looked like something out of a book (and no she wasn’t tracing).
Ramble over.
