I was wrong

(And mummies aren't wrong very often!)

Pup doesn't need glasses, at least not yet.

Tigs does. 

His teacher says she was not surprised because he was always wanting to be at the front in class and to peer closely at things. So why didn't she tell us? Doh!

Picking his specs up next week. I'm  a bit sad because it will be harder to see his gorgeous long dark eyelashes. I'm a bit worried because he is an anarchist and the wildest of the wild things, and I'm pretty sure that broken glasses will become a normal part of our future. But I hope it will help him concentrate, especially in school.

As for Pup, he is spitting bricks - he was desperate for specs of his own, and his little bro has got there first!

Pup update

Things seem to be piling up for Pup at the moment.

The Docs are not happy with him, as his gastric reflux seems to be getting worse.

He was recently referred to the physiotherapist to try and improve his mobility problems. She says that he has hypermobile joints. This explains in part some of his clumsiness and difficulty with gross and fine motor control, and why he tires so easily.

And we strongly suspect that he needs glasses - he keeps complaining that things look 'fuzzy' and he is reluctant to read at present, especially on the computer. I am surprised as I'm not aware of sight problems in his birth family, that's one family issue we thought he'd escape - both Himself and I come from short sighted families. So it's off to the optician for us this afternoon. I could cry for Pup - he's got so many issues, it's just one more thing he doesn't need to deal with.

He went through a down patch last year, which he seems to be out of. But he still says things that worry me sometimes - like saying he'd like to be dead. Not in a depressed way, but because he wants to go to heaven.

But please don't think he's unhappy.

Life may be harder for him than for most kids, and often he doesn't seem to know which way up he is. But mostly he is laughing.

Dad's birthday

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It's exactly six months since he died.

I still can't believe it.

One of my favourite pictures of us all together (pretending to be lions!)

Today the cat came to school

It was an accident.

   We were having one of those truly awful school mornings that I think most mums have occasionally. Pup is not an organised child, and he is very distractable; and Tigs is only five and still getting used to the school routine, and would much rather play, thank you very much,  if mum takes her eye off the ball......

The biggest argument for home schooling I know is the awfulness of school mornings. (I still have no plans to homeschool though; I can see the case for it, but  I also know my own shortcomings!)

   Anyway, back to this morning. We left the house ten minutes late, Pup still putting on his shoes and coat. As it is a twelve minute walk  that was serious. I am trying to teach my kids the importance of being on time. (Trying being the operative word here)

   So we were moving fast and not looking behind us. The Kit hasn't followed us for weeks. Then seven minutes into the trip I looked round and there was one wild eyed and panicking kitten just behind us. What to do? Run him back home and be REALLY late? I didn't, I scooped him up and he came along with us. He behaved impeccably until I'd sent Pup into the playground and dropped Tigs off at the office (rather that take him into his classroom with a kitten in arms). Can you imagine the chaos if I went into a class of 30  four and five year olds with a kitten? I can and I didn't want to...) All the way home he squirmed and wriggled, miawed and tried to grab my face. And was he sorry? Not a bit. He got home, demanded his second breakfast and pounded out of the catflap. Not seen him since.

Cats. Who'd have them?