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James
started school in January - I swore I wouldn't cry seeing him
in uniform, but it really is a sight to tug a mother's heart
strings.
Whatever
schools say it's so different from the child-minder / nursery
/ pre-school situation where you know you can telephone any
time to check how your child is. James however took to school
like a dolphin to water, and in September went full-time. He
enjoys 'numeracy' and 'laptops' the most, as well as 'Golden
Time' (when the children can play) and has even grown to like
P.E.
One
bright crisp morning when James was at school and Matthew was
at nursery, and I felt that software reviews and yoga lesson
plans could wait for an hour whilst I took a walk in our local
woods, just behind the house. It is such a luxury to be able
to go for a nice walk, without needing to drive somewhere first.
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Matthew
meanwhile continues at nursery two mornings a week, and since
September has added a morning at pre-school, all of which he
thoroughly enjoys. On our remaining mornings we go to Toddlers
and Jingle Tots. I've been secretary of the Toddler group for
most of the year, and have just handed over the reigns of this
job in order to take on the role of newsletter editor for the
theatre club.
Matthew
started splashing lessons in September, and his confidence in
the water has grown enormously, so that at half-term he was
teaching James how to put his face under the water!
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Looking
back at past newsletters, it feels as though we haven't done
much this year. We've had such a beautiful spring, summer and
autumn that we didn't feel the need to go very far for most
of the year - the boys (at least, the two smaller ones) and
I seemed to spend most of the school summer holidays playing
in the garden, growing tomatoes, peas, beans and blackcurrants,
spraying each other in water and generally having a fun time.
We
did go on holiday to France in June, staying with my school
friend Susanne in Menton for a few days, before returning to
'our' caravan at Camping du Pylon for a week (ie the same place
as last year). Very relaxing it was too.
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We
also took a UK holiday, staying with Malcolm's mum in Salisbury
for a few days, and then taking her down to Cornwall with us
to see the Eden Project. The boys were more impressed with the
Eden Project than I expected, and were particularly fascinated
by many of the sculptures.
Whilst
in Salisbury we took a day trip to Marwell Zoo, which we all
loved for the range of adult and baby animals, and the obviously
good state of health of the creatures.
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year did start a little sadly, with Malcolm's Dad passing away
at the grand age of 90, just before Christmas. By chance James
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It
was also a year of celebration. James was 5 in August, Matthew
was 3 in October, each having a party with a bouncy castle.
And of course Malcolm was 50 in February, and then again in
July
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Matthew
still can't quite understand why daddy had two birthdays, but
the barn dance and barbecue held in Waldringfield with Malcolm's
old friend Dave, now living in the US, was worth waiting for.
Malcolm's party was a good chance to catch up with many old
friends, but I still have the feeling we didn't see as much
of our friends as we'd like to.
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We
did enjoy a great day out in September with Katharine and John
who took the trouble to arrange their annual holiday in the
area. We enjoyed unseasonably sunny weather at Odd's Farm Park,
which the children especially enjoyed.
Malcolm's
job at O2 is currently being re-organised but unfortunately
(he keeps saying) he has not been made redundant, and will soon
bear the grand title 'Head of Entertainment'. In the boomerang
style that he's used to now, he's moving back to Slough in the
new year.
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I
was allowed a weekend off this year, and headed off to Wales
for a weekend of yoga and walking. We had a yoga practice on
waking, an enormous breakfast, walked for 7 hours (Saturday)
or 5 hours (Sunday), followed by a further yoga practice, an
enormous and delicious (vegetarian) dinner, and a final gentle
practice before an early bed. It was a brilliant break, and
despite being out of the practice of walking any further than
a three-year is capable of I suffered not a single blister,
ache or pain. And by the second day I didn't even mind that
I couldn't get a mobile phone signal. Any one want to come with
me next year?
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James'
picture of Father Christmas, reindeer and Chistmas tree, used
in our cards this year.
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