I still don’t know how that happened; it doesn’t seem so long ago that they were cute, gurgling, helpless little babies.
And yet it seems a lifetime ago.
But they’re 4.
Their journey into childhood, on life’s great adventure, continues.
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For the first 2 years of your lives we all lived together in our big house in the Midlands. The “big old house”, with the big old garden.
You don’t remember it. I do.
I remember how I was your full-time, stay-at-home Daddy. For your first year with Mummy, and for your second year by myself when Mummy went back to work, with reduced hours.
I remember it all so well. You don’t.
Continue reading “Blackberries”
Where do I start?
We’ve had lots of ‘new’ here lately!
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We were watching an old favourite, The Smurfs.
Ellie was being quite chatty.
“I had a baby and when the baby saw Gargamel she got scared & she went back in my tummy!”
Well, they have been studying ‘the body’ at pre-school, but I had no idea they’d got quite that far!
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Usually the Mummy takes Jake & Ellie into pre-school in the mornings on the way to her work, but last Thursday she had to leave early so I was on duty.
They were fine; it was fine.
Walking up the alley towards our side-gate, Ellie turned & said to me “This is a treat!”
“Me taking you into school?”
She knows how to make her Daddy happy…
In the evening Jake independently drew his first letter: a big ‘C’ on the chalkboard, inspired by Clever Cat from the Letterland programme at pre-school!
I like to think he had extra inspiration of course from the “treat” of having Daddy take him to school…
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School – even pre-school – changes things!
In April Jake & Ellie started pre-school on a trial basis for a few hours & a few days a week; this term they’re there for the full 5 days.
We’ve been exercising our option of taking them out at 1.15 rather than the full day to 3.30 but now they’re actually asking to stay on!
Continue reading “School, Work & Me”
Words. Just words. Just 4 of them. No big deal, right?
Well, yes: when those words are “How do we die?”
And when they’re spoken by a 3-year-old boy, to his Mummy & Daddy.
Continue reading “Death: The Sequel”
The 4 of us have been beset with niggling coughs & colds, on & off, for the last few weeks.
Last week on the way back from pre-school Jake was having a little coughing fit.
I tried to be nice.
“Oh, Jake: you’ve still got that nasty cough! Don’t worry, we’ll try to make you better.”
“But you can’t, can you?” was his immediate reply.
No hint of malice or bitterness, just a matter-of-fact observation.
He’d no doubt noticed that Mummy & Daddy had been coughing & sniffling as well, & that our best efforts at treatment hadn’t made our ailments go away, let alone his or Ellie’s.
I was stumped. What can you say to that?
Continue reading “Further evidence that my children are smarter than me”
On Friday Jake came out of pre-school with another “I’m a Star” sticker proudly on display.
Ellie also had a sticker which she, again, claimed was given to her by her friend Rachel, who, once again, wasn’t available for comment. I’m starting to get a little suspicious about this…
The head teacher was there so this time I was able to find out what Jake’s sticker was actually for. Apart from ‘not hitting anyone’, of course.
Continue reading “Still not hitting anyone!”