30 up The tea room afloat

[UniS]

Welcome aboard.

The first rule of the tea room is - No fisticuffs.
The second rule is - Put the kettle on and lets have a or open a bottle of if its that time of day. Pull a sofa and relax. Parents of one, more (or less) children are welcome to hop on board and chat about anything and nothing. Introduce yourself if new and if you name change give us clue please.

MT, sounds like he understands that his actions had the deserved consequence of losing Golden Time - is that an improvement on before?
Hope he's not going down with something. [Fingers crossed]

Soup and weirdy animal roll? Don't mind if I do - thank you very much! :)

mistle we'll certainly have to get lots of photos, we're having a sort of afternoon tea thing on Saturday which I hope he's feeling better for. I just look forward to the time when he can talk to me and tell me how he's feeling. And homemade minestrone soup sounds delish...

ipbjt - the trouble is that even at 6.5, its clearly sometimes difficult to express what you are feeling - that's certainly a problem we have. I think part of the problem is that he generally seems to be older than 6.5 - you can have very adult conversations etc - but he has the maturity of a 6.5 yo, so if someone ribs him gently he can get VERY frustrated and cross extremely quickly and it all becomes really physical...

TW - I thoroughly support the teacher (I actually think she was quite surprised the first time I talked to her about the 'loss of golden time' issue - I think she was expecting me to be pleading his corner etc, whereas I said that we'd talk about how to avoid losing it the next week - which made her go (I think a number of porkies might have been suggested by mc's previous teachers wrt my pushy parenting or similar....)) - and even last night I told mc that clearly he had been shouting more than his friend if he was the one to lose the golden time, not his friend. I'm not sure about the 'loss of ALL golden time' to be fair - although mc's not yet caught on to the fact that, once lost, he could, presumably, play up for the rest of the week with no additional comeback . He's always knows what good manners are etc - so he knows he is not meant to interrupt - and I don't tollerate it, neither does dh, and neither do my parents (who also take mc for the odd week here and there). From what last year's teachers were coming out with, anyone would think that I let mc get away with murder without picking him up on it - mainly because he's an 'only child'. Probably the opposite is true though.

Its about time for tea - has anyone got any cake?

Good morning (for me, past lunch for you all - am on the West Coast of Canada, GMT -8) - may I offer homemade vegetable and chicken soup for anyone who's still hungry? I call it "clean out the refrigerator" soup. It had lots of butternut squash and yams in so turned almost into a stew. Yum.

We're going on a field trip with JB's preschool today, to a place called The Apple Barn Pumpkin Farm :). Only problem - it's bucketing down rain. I'm going to be a clashing fashion spectacle: my raincoat is hot pink with splashy white flowers, and my rainboots are bright red. I have been looking for either pink or white rainboots for a long time without any luck so when it rains and we go out, I'm easy to pick out / the one whose very presence sears the eyes :o

Sounds an ideal way to brighten up a grey day JM. I would top the look off with a really bright umbrella in something equally vibrantly discordant... orange... puce.... citrus...

My wellies are black. But then so is my coat. I have to make up for it with an umbrella that is fucshia pink/ magenta.

We have soup/stew like that. Dh calls it compost soup. We had compost risotto the last two nights - it was delicious!

I have a feeling I'm too late for lunch. However, I have one of those clean-out stews in the slow cooker so dinner will be ready in approximately 45 minutes (I time slow cooker meals to be ready for Toddler and then they keep warm for MrScout and I). Would anyone like any? Oh, and MT, could MC make TS a cat or bunny shaped roll? He'd quite like one of those with his stew.

Hi all, sorry that I haven't been around. I've been having some only child wobbles which have taken me to a bit of a dark place. Sigh.

Off to catch up with what has been happening.

Amber, I have been asked to join the Salisbury SACRE! We will be colleagues (of a never-in-the-building-at-the-same-time-and-never-meeting sort), if they ever actually get round to sending me the paper work.

Mistle, this is the class that has the boy I am sure is MistleChick. I adore talking to him; he is the kindest boy and really interesting, but in a lesson with an observer ... who expects all children to be sitting on their bottoms at all times and no-one ever kneeling up in excitement ... won't be easy.

And bah to winter uniform - it is obviously not winter! Schools are very trying of the patience.

AP has been referred for EMDR, but told that the wainting list is long. We had a long and emotionally charged discussion last night about it all and I feel I understand a bit better what is going on. Still feel as if I have been beaten with sticks, though. WRiggle listened in the whole discussion as nowhere else to put her, and is being very caring.

Unserp, hurrah re SACRE, though I wish they'd let people sit down rather than all that Standing!

I'm pulling my hair out -- going free to a good home, one toddler, almost two years old. (He's lovely, really, but this evening he's driving me to drink.)

I'd have him, Scout, although possibly on a loan basis rather than keepsies!

Take a deep breath and tell us what's wrong.

Well if it all comes out, I'll lend you one of my wigs?
Have a or a and a Mellors Special*

*this being a nice shoulder massage, of course.

Yes, I think it would have to be a loan, too, as I think I'd miss him too much if he was gone permanently!

Oh, just the joys of almost two, I think! Abbreviated nap (due to renovations being done next door), tired out from swimming, threw an almighty wibbly over dinner, now keeps "dropping" his toys going "oh dear dear" as he's screaming/throwing himself over in wobbles over his dropped toys. ACK! ITNG and bedtime can't come soon enough, I think!

Ah, yes. The constant, unending, deliberate dropping of toyys.

::horrible flashback::

Have some virtual .

I don't normally mind toys overboard too much (realize it's a phase they all have to go through) but it's the deliberate dropping them from sofa and then throwing a huge wobbly over the fact that the toy is no longer with him but on the floor that's about pushed me over. Then a wobble over the fact that he put it back on the sofa. ACK!

::Proffers virtual twiglets::

::snaffles virtual twiglets::

Phew, baby is asleep... For now!

Much sympathy scout I'm sure DS does this. He drops toys in the car and then shouts at us to pick them up for him, it's his new game.

A normal "toy overboard" game I can handle -- it's the Toddler Tantrums that went with it tonight that drove me a bit batty. Bbut I've just checked on him and he's so angelic when he's asleep.

Oh, is the loan off then, Scout?

::sniff::

Nope, the offer of a Toddler Loan/Borrow is always open to you Maud!

Hello. It's me. You used to know me - well, some of you did - but then I went a bit MIA and now I've come back under an assumed identity, just to throw you off the scent. Soz about that.

I just lost my post so will try to be succinct, which, given the rate at which I'm downing spritzers, may prove tricky. Anyway, the gist is - with grovelling apologies for being so uncommunicative for so long - that Today is a Momentous Day. My baby is 100%, definitively not a Baby any more. My little boy is FOUR. Four whole years old. FOUR! He's can't be called a toddler by any stretch of the imagination now. He likes Ben 10 and Batman (but still cuddles Teddy and loves Max and Ruby, let it be said).

Am in a tired and emotional glow of pride and wibbliness, and DH is in distant parts - managed to be here this morning for a frenzy of pressie opening and breakfast birthday cake, but gone since then, which is a bit sad but can't be helped - so I thought maybe you lovely ladies would understand my sentiments, and forgive me my prolonged absence/silence, clasp me to your ample bosom once more....

Four whole years. Since I first held our miracle baby. Sob. Practically all growed up now.

with me, anyone?

Aw LaRevan I can't imagine DS turning 4. He's one on Friday and that's weird enough!

Sometimes I do catch myself thinking 'I can't wait until he can do X, or grows out of such and such', it's hard not to wish the time away sometimes!

::Clasps Secret to her ample and capacious bosom::

How lovely to see you again. I'm off to bed now - for the first time in ages I'm reading a book I love so much that I'm having early nights to get more reading time in - but will certainly have some to celebrate the momentous birthday. But I warn you, five years from now, you'll look back and say "but four is still a baby"!

Happy Birthday, LittleSecrete.

TS turns two at the end of the month -- I feel your pain, Secrete!

Good night, Maud!