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Well, hello again. I do hope you are all keeping well.

I have to confess, last year was something of a washout for me. Mild depression and major fatigue were significant elements, but I worked through it, felt just fine on plenty of occasions throughout the year, got some proper sleep after Christmas and the world righted itself. Being an optimistic person, these things often do work out fine in the end. Once you have worked out how to crank the handle and put your life back into gear.

Anyhow, I’ve been itching to blog again for a few weeks now. I thought you might like to know where things are at chez Braindribbles.

Oldest one is 9. He’s just at the point where putting everything into mock inverted commas is a major part of his humour. Thinner than a beanpole and hungrier than a mammoth, I am starting to question the laws of physics. Or biology. Either way, it’s a mystery.

The photo below is from our trip to Snowdonia last spring, at a moment when he turned around to find the Easter Bunny right there and offering him a small Easter gift. He was rooted to the spot with embarrassment for a full minute. It was hilarious. For me, anyway…

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Middle child is 7. She is loving finally being at the same school as her brother. It has solved so many issues for us. She’s also been industrious artistically – her recent paintings have merged her two favourite things: Hello Kitty and Star Wars. I hope you enjoy her work as much as I do.

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Smallest one is 2. She’s completely out of nappies, thanks to the most sensible potty training book I have read so far. Her favourite song right now is ‘Three little monkeys’, often sung whilst jumping on my bed, while I’m still in it. Here she is, kidnapping my teaching dolls. Again. (Photo credit to middle child, by the way)

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All of them are providing me with many many delightful cuddles through the day.

Loved one is being lovely as usual. He works so hard that he doesn’t feature much in the blog. Maybe that will change one day. He has something exciting in the pipeline and I may one day be allowed to tell you more about it…

As for me, well, I did qualify and I have a shiny diploma certificate to prove it. Somewhere. Buried in the piles of clutter I am still trying to work my way around. I’m loving my work, still getting used to the extra dynamic it brings but feeling more settled about it after 9 months of regular teaching.

I’m much more involved in my music too…more on that another day, but it’s all good.

As for the house move and settling in, well, we have the loveliest bunch of neighbours you ever met (they don’t read this blog so I’m not just saying that to humour them!), and have been so, so helpful in a challenging year and also become good friends. We intend to let the builders loose on our home in the next month or two, so we hope they will stay good friends in spite of the disruption!

And my general wellbeing has been restored by, would you believe, hypnotherapy…? Yup. I went on a Natal Hypnotherapy study day back in May as part of my ongoing training, and realised the possibilities for both my work and personal life. Of course, I didn’t take any steps to sort this out till Christmastime, but when I did, and did it properly, wow, what a difference. I’ve been using the CDs from Trance Solutions, an Aussie clinic that had the thought to make their work available on iTunes (a heap better than some of the other choices up there) and now I drift to sleep to a soothing antipodean voice and soft unintrusive music. And, after a couple of weeks, I started to feel like a completely new person.

Things are just as busy. I am just as forgetful. Things are just as messy. But they are slowly improving and, most importantly of all, I am feeling the way I ought to feel once more. Life is good.

Next post? Well, don’t hold your breath. But no doubt the itchy fingers will be back to give you a glimpse into my brain dribbles again soon ūüôā

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Posted on: 06/08/2011

Mystified? So was I.

Turns out it’s the noise middle child makes when she goes backwards down a slide sooner than she planned.

When I asked, she explained as follows: –

‘Wah’ is when she realises she’s sliding.

‘Oof’ is when she hits the ground.

‘Ouch’ is when she bangs her elbow.

So now you know.

Yesterday middle child comes home with marks in her pants followed by unpleasant toilet goings-on. ¬†We ask what happened to cause this, and she claims the head teacher (taking the class that afternoon) wouldn’t let her go.

Suat Eman / FreeDigitalPhotos.netToday, as a result, feeling so frustrated I want to cry, I email the school again (nobody can see tears on email), with a fairly long yet polite lecture about how important it is to let her go.  Again.

They come and find me after school and tell me that every time middle child has asked to go, she has always been allowed to. Moreover, if they see she needs to go before she realises herself, they make a point of shooing her towards the loos.

I believe them. ¬†I take middle child to the car, and before we drive off, I sit in the back with her and talk about it with her. ¬†I ask if perhaps the case is not so much that she isn’t being allowed to go, but more that she’s too scared to ask the teachers. ¬†She nods in a worried manner.

Oh dear. ¬†Teachers, at the best of times, have to control a class of upwards of fifteen children. ¬†Of course they are going to be a little intimidating at times, or else the class would never have any respect for authority. ¬†However, at times like this such an imposing presence can backfire. ¬†Even for the head teacher, who by my reckoning (and I’ve seen her teach) is very gentle with the kids.

So actually, we don’t have a problem with the teachers. ¬†We have a problem with middle child’s perception of the teachers.

How do you deal with something like that?

I think it’s time to go and talk to the school and see if they have any suggestions. I might have done that this afternoon if the subject matter didn’t seem to provoke tears to flow… ¬†I’ll wait till I’m feeling a little less sensitive to the topic. I’ll keep you posted.