Silent Sunday

Left over banana bread and butter pudding...yum!

Creative Me

Even though I tried my very best at school to get it right I was rubbish at Textile Technology and during my time preparing for my GCSE I managed to (badly) make a bag which I unpicked so many times it took me about 6 months to complete. So while the rest of the class was speeding along with their other projects I was correcting something which turned out to be a total flop. A Tartan record bag with cardboard lining and a wonky pocket.

So, about a year ago I was asked if I’d like a sewing machine. At first I was skeptical if I would ever use it but I gratefully accepted and I even asked for a few starter bits for my following birthday and after some practice I have made something I am very proud of. It may only seem minor and very easy to the advanced seamstress but I to me it’s perfect because it’s straight around the edges, square and my hems are neat. 

My gallant effort has spurred me on and I have now started making some bunting for my DD’s bedroom. Although my sewing is a long way off perfect and the Unpicker is still my best friend, I have come a long way from getting tangled in the school classroom machines!

Silent Sunday

Grandad Idol

Grandparents play a special role in every family but I have noticed recently the special bond between R and his Granddad that just gets more magical every time they are together.

Sadly for my kids they will only ever have one Granddad but Mr L senior seems to fit the shoes (or should I say, slippers) perfectly. I look up to him as my own Dad now but there’s something about Granddad that R finds captivating.

R has always been curious about Granddads interests and hobbies and as he’s getting older it seems EVERYTHING Granddad does, R is interested in too, from Sports to Stamps! They’re like 2 peas in a pod born in different era’s.

A recent example is that R  had taken a sudden disliking to Peas, so the other night I changed the name of them to ‘Make you strong like Granddad green balls’. He wolfed them down so quick he was finished his dinner before me which is quite rare and another night I did Green Beans which I knew he wasn’t that keen on, but told him ‘They’ll make you strong like Granddad’ and he polished them off within 10 seconds and asked for more!!

 

The truth is, as much as I know R idolises Granddad, Granddad idolises R just as much.

Teacher Envy

I always had this dream that I would be the one who solely taught my kids everything. That they wouldn’t get influenced by anyone else because I could keep them with me 24/7 and they’d listen to ONLY me and do EVERYTHING I tell them…. Delusional or what???

This first hit me when I had to leave R at pre-school for the 1^st day when he was 2. While he ran off to play with he toys and make new friends, I was the one walking away in tears, not because he wasn’t bothered I was leaving him for 2 ½ hours but because this was the beginning of the time when someone other than myself was going to teach him new things.

I decided quite early on in my pregnancy that I was going to give up work to look after him and see him achieve all the milestones for myself. Hear him say ‘Mama’ and ‘Dada’ for the first time with my own ears and watch him take his first steps with my own eyes.

So here’s my latest dilemma!!!

R isn’t going to ‘Big’ school yet. In fact, he’s staying in the nursery school he’s been at since January this year with the same teacher and assisting staff, but for some reason the start of his first full year in this class with this teacher is quite daunting for me. Mainly because in the last 6 months they have taught him things I could never have taught him myself and he has done things I never imagined he could have achieved. He has his moments like any other 3 year old but he’s turning into such a charming young boy and I can’t help but feel I’m not able to take any of the credit.

I think the problem is because I’m jealous!! There….. I said it. Jealous!!

R’s teacher is all the things I would love to be but just fail miserably at.

She’s enthusiastic; even at 3:30 in the afternoon after 2 classes of 20 odd kids all day she greets the parents with a chirpy smile and a spring in her step.

She’s approachable; something I always strive to be but have just never got the hang of, I think this is linked to the enthusiasm. Parents are less likely to raise issues with a hapless person aren’t they?

She’s well travelled (I presume); I can't imagine that someone who just ‘popped’ to New York for half term is likely to stay at home and do nothing the rest of the time….Lucky girl!!

She’s Pretty, Fashionable, Slim, Fit and basically, she’s someone I wish I had been prior to having my children.

She referred to me as a ‘Yummy Mummy’ recently when introducing me to someone which I took as a total compliment, still I can’t help but be envious of her

The Nursery Nurse and all rest of the staff are always smiley and helpful too no matter how big or small your issue and I am very covetous of them all.

The bottom line is this…..Anyone that can teach a class of 3 and 4 year olds to sing ‘Twinkle Twinkle’ in Spanish will ALWAYS be better than me!