So as of today we’ve been here five months.
I got all excited yesterday thinking it had been half a year, but I just can’t count 😂🤣
Yesterday #1 Son earned this:
Which is the first one this month. I suspect it’s because yesterday he had an amazing day compared to three very hard ones.
I am certain that the bar is lower for him than some of his classmates and that’s okay I’m happy that the school are being so amazing for him. It’s giving him the boost he so desperately needs.
We walked home and it was blasted cold. TT refused to wear gloves so I tried this:
She continued taking them off. Repeatedly. Whilst screaming for a “duddle”. So I put them back on and we kept walking for about half a mile. It was biting. Several people told me that “she really should be wearing gloves”
Really? Should she? HAVE YOU EVER MET A TODDLER?! After a while she began screaming in earnest. And within the shouting I could make out “owwwwww” so I stopped, put my (warm, they had been on my hands) gloves over hers.
Got a “ta mommy”. I won’t say she’s learned, but she kept them on until we got home.
We had Snickerdoodle hot cocoa when we got home though.
Cheered everyone up, because I was not stopping for ice cream!!!!
Today was the Third Annual Christmas Concert.
Some readers may remember that at his previous school’s Nativity #1 Son was meant to be a wise man but refused to actually participate until the 11th hour.
He did the same with the concert.
Given that it is a school-wide performance they split it by alphabet A-L then M-Z which made the difference between 08:30 and 10:30 performances.
However yesterday I received an email from the Guidance Counsellor telling me that they felt that since he had been struggling so much, they would prefer if we could attend the earlier performance and he could then not undertake the later one.
We were happy to oblige (the hus-creature had his big office move today, so the earlier he could get into the office the better) so we went up early.
He performed and reasonably well (though not happily). There are no photos because other people’s children.
At the end, they brought him round the front of the stage slowly, and I deduced (correctly) that they wanted him to see me and know we had been there. So I made my way to the front, gave him a huge cuddle and told him how proud I was of him, and that he didn’t have to do it again.
I watched his whole body relax bless him.
Which made it even more amazing that when the lovely J brought him home that she had a message for me from his teacher that he had performed the second time.
My heart could have burst with pride honestly.
It was a very good day.