Gnome sweet gnome

We have spent the loveliest afternoon and evening together. We’re both a little under the weather, so we took it really easy and snuggled up together in our pjs and watched films. This is such a rarity for us. We spend the majority of our time outside, and when we’re home she usually plays, while […]

Pride

I’m proud of my daughter. Of course I am. No more so than recently, at her first swimming lesson. We’d reached the point where I was out of my depth (excuse the pun) in terms of teaching my daughter how to swim. She can propel herself in a general direction wearing armbands, but I have […]

Poem of the Day

We were given a beautiful book of poetry for Christmas. A nature poem for each day of the year. And so began our tradition of “Poem of the Day”. We usually read it before bed, but sometimes I’ll read it to her when she’s on the loo (!), or we’ll revisit a poem when it […]

One year on

It’s been a year since my daughter last saw her father. A year in which I’ve faced him in court too many times. A year in which I’ve also faced her questions, confusion and fear about his absence. It hasn’t been an easy year for either of us. But I’ve tried so hard to make […]

Snapshot

Not much to see here. Only Balance Gross motor skills Core strength Co-ordination Observation Drama Humour Sharing her interests Inspiring interest in another Empathy & appropriate behaviour (not wanting to scare the animals) And she thought she was just showing grandad the flamingos.

This Moose Belongs to Me

We shared this wonderful story by Oliver Jeffers at bedtime recently. We had a little chat about it afterwards. I asked my daughter who she thought the moose belonged to. She thought it belonged to Wilfredo (he’s the chap on the front), even though the others thought it belonged to them. I put forward the […]

Choose your battles…

So today I lost the battle of which cuddly toy was coming with us to the shops. And, as predicted, she got fed up of carrying Emily Elephant within minutes, so that vital job has fallen to me. My “I told you so” is falling on deaf ears. She’s not bothered. She’s had her own […]