Today seemed to be all about my eldest.
We all went down into the village to buy some odds and sods and get some “Fresh Air”. As Maxi will be starting Primary 1 at the local school in the summer and Midi will be starting the pre-school, I keep talking about the place and the things we’ll need to do, eg buy school uniforms <gulp> and practice crossing the road.
I don’t trust Midi to cross the road unless I have her in a headlock. Maxi, however, has been slowly, slowly let off the leash and can now be trusted to cross the road herself (so long as I’m close enough to dive out and drag her back if she messes up her judgement).
They’re both pretty good about stopping, looking all around and listening, but when they cross they just shake their heads to and fro (a la Dr Who End of Time human changeover shaking head thing) rather than properly look for other cars.
Today’s lesson was all about crossing little roads and watching out for cars turning off the main road. I really have to watch what I say, because it all gets parroted: a car indicated very late before turning in front of Maxi, who tutted and declared that the driver was “obviously very old and very, very stupid. Hmph!”
Speaking of which, there I was walking down the road – I was wearing a bright red coat, with a 5 year old alongside me dressed in neon pink, a double buggy in apple green, 2 kids inside dressed in purple and bright yellow. I guess you could say that we embrace colour in our household. Anyway, I watched a woman reverse her car across a junction, nearly mount the pavement beside me, all so she could get close enough to the fag and chocolate shop without walking too far. She opened her car door and nearly smacked it into Midi’s face. Luckily I was alert to the possibility that she might do this, based on her erratic driving, so stopped dead as the door lurched open. “Oh sorry, I didn’t see you there!” she said as she lumbered into the shop. I’d love to tell you that I replied, “If your need for chocolate blinds you to the sight of us colourful lot, then you should be off the road and at a decent optician, you careless bint!” Of course I didn’t. I glared in that very English way I learned from 17 years in the country and said icily, “That’s OK”. My God, I bet she was cut to the quick. Not. Or maybe I should have just kicked her in the shins? Silly cow.
I made summer fruit cheesecake for dinner because
I’m greedy we needed a cheer up. Maxi licked her lips and sighed, “Ooooh Mummy, I love your cheesecake all the way to the end of the Universe and back!” I smiled. “But I only love you to the Moon and back. But that’s still an awful lot!” she reassured me as my smile became a tad fixed.
I asked the little minx to tidy up her PlayDough so I could get dinner on the table. After 10 minutes, I asked her to hurry up. “I’ve only got 2 hands, Mummy,” she said calmly and reasonably like Captain Logic: “One to hold the packet and one to put the bits in. I can’t go any faster”. How could I not laugh?
Tonight was Parents Evening at nursery. I left with a tear in my eye, because I spent half an hour reading Maxi’s and Midi’s files. On one of Midi’s evidence boxes, a teacher had noted, ‘L was quietly drawing. I asked her what it was. “I drawing Mummy!” she said’. So she thinks of me even when I’m not there?! Swoon! All those pictures that she draws at nursery and I ask her what they are, she always replies, “You, Mummy!” I assumed she says that to everyone. Now I’m thinking it may be true. Awwwwww.
Maxi, meanwhile, “talked of the recycling done at home”, had “excellent knowledge of planets and space”, “plants” and “had an opportunity to try new foods as part of our learning about other cultures – P had already tried them all”. That’s my girl! With that, and her learning to spot ‘mature CBs’, we’ll get her labelled precocious, yet. Though (a) she can say ‘cumulonimbus’ no problem at all, but obviously thinks CBs is funny, and (b) wish I’d been watching for them today, then I might not have got 4 washing loads absolutely drenched in the sudden (but predictable) downpour.
In other news:
Mini has cut her 4th tooth definitely (her upper right incisor) and by golly it’s a big beast. And Maxi learned to knit. I’m so proud! But I need to do that as a separate post.