(A catching up sort of post)
Boy Lacer had another dietician’s appointment, she was as usual very nice and recommended jelly with fruit at the bottom (to increase fluid intake for his impaction) and lots of messy play with food (although she knows Boy Lacer, as well as not liking vegetables and various other food groups, does not like messy play either, she says the two dislikes often go hand in hand).
I went to my first Labour party meeting, it was interesting (and the topic of discussion – who will run the area’s new secondary school – very close to my heart). My part of London is very much not a Labour supporting area, so it was a small meeting . . .
My iPhone came back yesterday! However it has slightly been through the wars, as it would I suppose considering it’s water damaged, but it works, that’s the important thing, I’ll just try and ignore the starry night light speckling at the top of the screen (caused by corrosion, according to Mr. Lacer). Only 10 months till I can upgrade . . . (honest iPhone, I still love you, I didn’t mean that, you’ll stay with me forever). I have now taken to carrying my phone round in one of those resealable food bags, just in case.
I helped with swimming at school yesterday to (lucky then the delivery man with my phone came relatively early), it was the first time I’d helped as I had not been CRB cleared before (there had previously been no point really, as before I couldn’t help anyway as I still had Boy Lacer at home to look after). The school is lucky enough to have its own swimming pool, which means that all kids from year 1 upwards have annual swimming lessons. Girl Lacer previously couldn’t swim as we had to stop her toddler swimming lessons when Boy Lacer was getting too much to handle in the swimming pool’s creche, but she learnt relatively quickly last year and can now swim (also with a lot of thanks to Mr. Lacer now taking her swimming at the weekends) about 5 metres. However she’s still in the absolute beginners group with kids who don’t like putting their faces in the water (whereas Girl Lacer is happy as Larry to float and swim with her face in the water), so the swimming teacher was going to the rest of the kids with a slight note of desperation in his voice “Look! How she’s doing it!”. Girl Lacer though was so excited that I was helping out, as a complete non-swimmer myself I tend to avoid swimming pools myself, so have never before actually seen her swim, so that was good.
Girl Lacer’s dance is gearing up a step and she has a new ballet teacher who sounds a bit hard (me and Boy Lacer wait outside, Boy Lacer on my phone, whilst I embroider and think “I’m not quite sure I’d want to be in that class, sounds like too much hard work!” but Girl Lacer seems to enjoy it). In tap and modern she is now in Grade 1 modern (eek time goes so fast, it seems like yesterday she was 3 and going to classes to wave a silk hankie around) and in the Christmas show they will all be doing the Stephanie dance from Lazytown, apparently pink wigs will be involved . . .
I went to the Year 2 meet the teacher today (it was weird going to to a school meeting without having to keep one eye on whatever the event was and the other eye firmly on whatever Boy Lacer was doing), Girl Lacer’s class teacher seems nice, very individual child focused and hot on maths to, so all good. I realised in the meeting that Year 2 is of course a SATS year, eek my baby doing exams (cue more “oh it seemed like yesterday she was running off into playgroup” etc. etc.) but I know at this stage they are very un-pressured, as well they should be.
Boy Lacer woke me at 4am this morning to do a button up on his pyjamas and whereas he may have been able to fall asleep again, I couldn’t, so right now (at 6.30pm), my head is about ready to hit the keyboard. Where’s the caffeine?
And finally, my dad came over to help dig over the allotment today and did in about an hour what would take me probably about a day. I on the other hand discovered what I had been growing to presume were summer fruiting raspberries, weren’t.
Raspberry bushes currently take up nearly a quarter of my half plot, so raspberry jam anyone?