Which is your child?

My daughter loves spending time doing classes at the gym. This has been something of a saving grace while I recover, but it’s also great for her: it gives her somewhere after school to burn off her energy – after spending the day doing things that may be mentally stimulating, but not so physically demanding.Continue reading “Which is your child?”

Television? Oh yeah thats a thing

So, my second week into healing after what I thought would be a minor surgery but apparently is quite a major one, and I am bored. I am bored with being in pain, bored of not having any fitness, not being able to drive, and most particularly not being able to lift anything, as thisContinue reading “Television? Oh yeah thats a thing”

2ft Giraffes are not school suitable

This is, once again, one of those conversations I can’t believe I am having. I should probably back up a bit. For Christmas, once again, my fae child only wanted one thing. Her letter to Santa was as short as it was illegible and only asked for a toy baby giraffe.  Sounds easy, right? Well,Continue reading “2ft Giraffes are not school suitable”

8 can’t be in phone numbers

So, recently I ended up in a conversation with my fae child that had more of an effect on her than I expected. Whilst running around with a calculator (it was a Christmas present) she decided that it was a phone, on which she had entered a phone number.  As an offhand comment (silly me)Continue reading “8 can’t be in phone numbers”

Stand back we’re going to do a science

I know that, traditionally, Science isn’t a verb. In my world, however, it is, and one can in fact “do a science.”  For 12 years, in fact, I was paid to do Science with kids as a job – I taught it, they learnt it… that’s a lie I attempted to teach it and thenContinue reading “Stand back we’re going to do a science”

This ain’t her first rodeo

Or “As it happens, it’s not her first time on the Santa steam train express.” This was unfortunate for the lovely (and I mean that, because they’re always wonderful) volunteers on the train, as she has very fixed ideas about what is and is not supposed to happen.  It’s that time of year again, andContinue reading “This ain’t her first rodeo”