We find it's utterly hopeless doing school work after school - they're both too crotchety and tired. Before school can work. A lot of it gets done at the week-end. Little elf is facing homework for the first time this year (though she's been 'secretly' practicing writing and leaving us passive-aggressive little notes for some time) but we suspect she isn't going to take to it very well.
Ah! Tricky. We follow the rationing route with dudelet (9) and find that the act of giving up his iPod after his half hour without moaning or sulking or demanding "I have to finish my level!" is quite an act of self-discipline in its own right. Same with Club Penguin time. His sister (5) is actually a bit more gracious about it.
Well done you! And I hope you sell loads.
Dudelet, for whatever reason, is clearly planning something which he's very anxious to make a surprise. Like you say, every day of the year counts but it's still quite sweet he takes it so seriously...
Hmm. I'm afraid our family is resolutely unengaged with football. Or any kind of team sport. We've tried but dudelet just sat in his pram in his borrowed shirt and refused to move. Then someone asked me if I was a Chelsea man and things got very confusing. Something to do with the shirt.
I think "ditto" about covers it.
Funnily enough I've also been wondering about when the elder will be ready to make tea. The general consensus seems to be "not yet."
I do hope he's recovered. My ready-for-senior-meeting-in-best-suit moment this morning was interrupted on my way to the door by four year old standing on the carpet in a puddle of wee in utter distress, poor thing. Sometimes, she gets a little engrossed in what's she doing. Confess I carried to the bathroom at arms length...
I quite fancy the idea of a Landrover. Though living in South London, a small amoured personnel carrier might be more practical, especially in managing controlled parking issues.
(Very cute picture!)
They understand so much. And, my God, the size of that chocolate bar!