Tomorrow is the day! After being out of school since before Christmas, tomorrow Polly will put on her uniform again and head down the road to be taught by a real teacher. I’m still slightly wary of Boris and his plans though so I haven’t actually cleared away the pens, paper and whiteboard from the dining room table yet. Today Polly was keen to play lots of ‘going back to school’ games with her barbies and she’s also told me she is as excited as she was for Christmas!

I’m hoping to have seen the back of phonics for a while too as my brain is even more scrambled than a few weeks ago. On Thursday I actually escaped the house for an eye test and gave my optician a good giggle when I read the sounds on the light up board not just the letters.

I hope that the day goes smoothly for all concerned and am hoping to not get an email about any new language my child is throwing out as she’s going through a phase of calling everyone in the house a ‘bum-flake’ before laughing about it! Not quite sure who started that one but it was probably the very mature man I married.

Said mature man has also enjoyed the wonder of a lockdown birthday finally. The balloons are still creating lots of entertainment- we just had a 20 minute balloon fight to make up for not going on a daily walk today as Polly had requested a pj and my little pony day before school. We did have a lot of fun making a pink chocolate-chip cake for him, with Polly eating as much icing as she was using to decorate!

I’m looking forward to being able to spend some more time with the little 2, I might not get a say in where the daily walks are though as Prince Seb has got to the stage where he has opinions on which path we go on and how long we go out for now. He’s still a bit unsteady on his feet (he’s always been a bit clumsy!) so it’ll be a good chance to get him out the pushchair and walking more independently. He’s also at the stage where he likes to bring a toy along for the walk which had a disastrous (and also slightly hilarious!) outcome yesterday on a family walk in the muddy woods when he threw what was in one hand thinking it was the stone he was holding but it actually turned out to be the train he had in the other hand!

Talking about moving, Clara-bear is so so so nearly there with crawling. She can roll and wriggle her way around the room but hasn’t quite mastered bringing her knees up under herself yet and instead just ends up screaming at the object she’s trying to reach. She did however finally cut her first tooth last week! Polly has found this fascinating and to Clara’s amusement she keeps sticking her pinky finger in her baby sister’s mouth to have a feel!

Well that’s it for now. I’ve written this up before the bedtime carnage instead of at 9 O’clock when I’m struggling to keep my eyes open. Good luck to everyone getting back into school/nursery/work routines with the first signs that we might actually be on the homestretch of this crazy pandemic. 🤞