It’s another week of Project 365, and this is now the downhill stint into winter. That means fewer photos taken and fewer to choose from. Oh, and not forgetting the darker light mucking around with photos.
Onto week 38:
On Sunday my plans for us going out to a ‘zoo’ where they train animals for films and tv were aborted thanks to N refusing to go. So it was a day at home (after a morning bike ride and scoot at the park). In the afternoon I looked out of the window to see next door’s chicken on the wander into our garden.
Monday was back to school and N got a really croaky voice by the time I picked him up from after school club at nursery. I suggested a warm honey and lemon drink. He said it smelt, hence the holding his nose, but did drink it…and then asked for it the next couple of days too. I think he was lucky because tonsillitis has been going round school, but so far every illness he’s had, he’s had it pretty mildly. Long may that continue.
Tuesday, N asked me for a box. I’d had a delivery come in quite a large one, and then he started cutting. He wanted to make a television. Once he’d cut out the bottom of it (with a bit of help from me in the end), he set up my tablet in the hole for the screen and then sat with his head inside the box as well. It was very creative, although he was a bit upset that the box wasn’t big enough for the whole of him to fit in.
The evenings are drawing in (and mornings I need the light on at 6.45), but I spotted the sky like this on Wednesday. I think it looks a bit like there’s a big chunk of lightning.
On Thursday morning N decided to inform me that he has been learning to write his name at school. So much for not learning anything. I’m hearing and seeing a lot of children his age who can already do some reading, and others who can write quite a lot off their own back. But N can’t do anything – not for the want of encouragement and trying through the final year of preschool. He’s just lazy and not confident, saying he can’t do it, and that he’s got a long name. Yes, bad mummy giving you a name with 9 letters in it. But he’s now getting there without my help. 3 letters in, although he’d also done a ‘h’ and there’s a second ‘a’. Hopefully once he gets going he’ll speed up with interest and ability.
Early morning on Friday I was eating my breakfast and had to listen to and watch N’s noisy makeshift plough. I’m thinking maybe he’ll end up being into vehicles, engineering or mechanics, or just a job that solves problems. He still says farmer!
Saturday was a mooch around day after N’s first swimming lesson back, while N went out on the farm with his dad. It’s been sheep week. N’s uncle’s been to 3 sheep markets over the last week, so our field behind the house now has a lot of new sheep in it. This picture just makes me laugh thinking how stupid sheep really are. The pick up drives in, and they don’t even wait to see if it’s heading towards the feed troughs. No, they just head straight over to surround it. Then stand there for ages. Who needs a sheepdog? A pick up would do it. Lucky because the good collie’s just had pups.