But not in pictures.
It was pretty normal up until Thursday.
On Wednesday I went up to my yarn shop to their “Sit ‘N Knit” class – which is $7 per session and you can pay in blocks but as the current block finishes in three weeks, I’m paying the instalments until then, then I will buy the block.
It’s been lovely to hang out with like-minded ladies. I’m hoping they will teach me the Continental style.
Now, on to Thursday.
#1 Son has been pretty stable at school for the last few weeks. His days average around 50:50 with some escapes out of the classroom but usually only into another kindergarten classroom.
Which does make me feel a little sorry for the other teachers. But they don’t seem to mind too much.
The overall actual classwork amount he completes varies day to day. But he is at least managing some per day. Although I can’t shake the feeling that he is starting to lose the advantage he had from a year in reception class.
However I think I got cocky. I was starting to feel that just maybe he was settling down. Thursday put the kibosh on that one a bit.
I missed a phone call from the school at roughly 11 o’clock. That will teach me to change the Tiny Tyrant’s nappies!!!
They then rang the husband creature who texted me in a bit of a flap. Actually that is unkind of me, as he was really very calm and controlled. (This normally doesn’t herald anything good).
The school were ringing to tell us that #1 Son had escaped out of his classroom and actually managed to escape out of the school. This has been something they have feared since he started playing this particular little trick.
They didn’t have a choice and this time had to call the police to go and find him. They apparently allowed one of the paras (which seems to be the equivalent of a teaching assistant) go with the police so that he had a familiar face. Which was a good thing as the whole “stranger danger” conversation is not one we had really been focusing on because of his tendency to focus on the exact opposite point of the conversation.
This has now been rectified.
With some urgency!!!
It was all hands on deck. Daddy raced home from work and I called the lovely J for a lift to school to collect him.
Gave TT a chance to model her new coat which is for three year olds:
So we got him home. School were apologetic and we would “start again tomorrow”
I rained hell fire on him without shouting. I never thought I could do that but it is possible.
I also docked his allowance. Which he was more upset about than losing screen privileges. (Which also happened)
It’s not been a fun day, and I am then dreading parent-teacher conference but onwards and upwards.
Friday was much better. I had to pick him up from school so as he had a very good day, we went for ice cream.
After ice cream we went to the park.
TT decided that swinging for an extended period (rather than < 30 seconds) was fun and #1 Son was playing appropriately!!!
I did find myself saying “I don’t care what the other little boy is doing, he is not my son” when I caught #1 Son trying to climb up onto the roof of a playhouse to copy one of his new little friends, and was outraged that I wouldn’t let him follow suit.
And, perhaps most importantly, we met another little boy and his older brother, who is also on the spectrum. There was only a day’s difference in their ages too.
Although he seemed further along the spectrum, they played together so nicely. Both boys played with both #1 Son and TT, and I had a lovely chat with a mom who “got it” and could advise me on Stateside services.
I’m hoping that we might catch up with them this Friday too.