I'm all right. 'Wee' man is nearly 29 inches and 27lbs. Whoa! He is 30 weeks old and gets everywhere by 'swimming', sort of a roll/crawl.
He twists and wants to feel stuff like DD1, who as you know is dyspraxic and verbally dyspraxic, so we'll all be keeping an eye out.
DD1 going to school.
Three huzzahs for the Scottish school system and her school.
The extra year did her the world of good, but of course, there are still her issues.
The SALT is very pleased with her vocab [preen], but as dyspraxic, she still has probls with sequencing and comprehension.
Actually, can I pick your brain? I know it's not such a concern now, but later, later.
SALT and all the team watching her like a hawk, because it would appear that, like her father, she is dyslexic, dysgraphic and has dyscalculia as well.
Her vocab is bigger than her comprehension.
She talks.
And I talk back!
I wonder if this is a good thing?
God, those long hands and fingers, those gangly limbs.
Whatever am I to do with her?
For the third time in as many months, a child modelling agency approached me in Glasgow about her.
My Papa was here. 'It's her eyes,' he said. Big, green and round. Blond streaks in her hair.
One of my best pals is through week after next so won't be round.
Then as you know I've got to find us a place to live as landlord will be home soon!
OH my!
HOpe you are well!