Posts Tagged ‘bedroom’

Mummy’s birthday

Gabe

Gabe decided to buy L a birthday present and that it would be a ring. He endured my advice/protests that Mummy would really like something that he made for her. He searched on Amazon (“cheap ring”) and selected a silver ring with three jewels. It arrived in time, was handed over to L on her birthday morning and won a look of genuine surprise.

Eliza

Eliza too wanted to mark L’s birthday with a present. She was in and then out of Gabe’s plan. She settled with home-made cards full of affectionate wishes and also a baby gorilla. L had seen one on tv and said how much she would like one. So Eliza made her a finger sized, pale paper baby gorilla.

Robin

“Rubbish” is Robin’s exclamation of disapproval. School, tea that varies from his narrow range of preferences, unfavoured clothing and L’s redecoration of his room all earn the cry. So insistent was his rubbishing of L’s painting of his bedroom walls that she responded to her critic and painted the second coat in the dark blue he wanted. “Rubbish” is also his (unwarranted) self-criticism of his reading, football, drawing, etc.

Minute test

Gabe

Gabe’s class does a weekly times table minute test. Gabe was disappointed before Christmas when he wasn’t the first in the class to get the full 45 marks, but he did manage it the week after. With a statistician’s touch, Gabe keeps a bar chart of his performance and calculates his average score.

Robin

L is painting the walls of Robin’s room. While the work is progressing, he has moved in with Gabe for the first two nights and Eliza the third. There was some spiteful competition between Gabe and Eliza for the honour of hosting him – more evidence of his popularity.

L didn’t buy Robin’s preferred shade of blue paint. This has enraged him and he complains loudly and regularly that the walls are too light.

Eliza

Eliza went to a roller-skating party, fulfilling one of her ambitions. She needed L to support her for her first circuit of the hall, but skated independently thereafter. Her pocket money (£1.50) will be put towards buying a pair of roller-blades which cater for feet 1/2 size larger than hers – but still the smallest manufactured.

Penmanship

Robin

Just as Robin has turned away from stories, there has been a great flourishing of penmanship. It started with his drawing of footballers, a thread that culminated in his picture of the full Spanish football team. He has drawn animals: cats, dogs and monkeys. Robin has been writing, too – his name, sentences dictated to him, and the letter y, in its most curly format, across the bottom of the Observer’s holiday crossword. At Christmas, I saw him trace the letters of curlywurly along the packaging of his Cadbury’s variety pack.

Eliza

Eliza’s new bed has been delivered and assembled. She’s had three satisfied nights sleeping in it. It’s a full size single bed, with a second mattress stored below, which can be rolled out, elevated and made into a double. Stretching out, Eliza covers no more than one-sixth of the single bed’s area. Curled up asleep, 90% of the bed is left empty.

Gabe

A letter home announced the start of sex education lessons for year 5. Gabe appeared reluctant and when asked, he explained that it was “rude”. I made some attempt at reassurance – more information has to be better. Gabe has come across nuclear weaponry in a book. He was alarmed and upset, and sought more information. How many bombs would wipe out a country? How many countries have nuclear bombs? Do they have one bomb each? Would a bomb on Manchester destroy us? Will there be a bomb in his lifetime? Can we move to the country? I wasn’t sure how to reassure and am not convinced that more information is beneficial.

99 red balloons

Gabe

With the new school year, Gabe has decided to quit the choir, writing Mrs Q a resignation letter. He has remained under her charge though, as he has joined the school recorder group and orchestra.

So now he sings everywhere but the choir. His current favourite song has been learnt in German class. He sings the ’80s euro-rock hit, ’99 Red Balloons’, in its native language, in which the balloons aren’t red but airy.

album cover

Robin

Robin turned to talk to me when I came in from work. With his mouth full of carrot, I couldn’t make out what he was saying. ‘Yes’, L said, ‘he really did nearly die.’ Coming home from school, riding his bike, Robin had turned to wave at L and Eliza, lost control of the bike, ridden off the pavement and fallen into the road. Tyres screeched and he narrowly avoided getting run over. L said her legs were still shaking when I saw her over an hour later.

Eliza

Eliza has the tidy gene. She keeps her bedroom ship shape. She folds her clothes before putting them away, returns books to the bookshelf and doesn’t allow toys to overflow their boxes. She even carries out missionary work, helping Robin tidy up his bedroom. It was only a valiant and uncharacteristic effort from Robin that stopped Eliza winning this week’s Strictly Come Tidy Bedrooms contest.

Sleeping and not sleeping

Gabe

Gabe has entered a relatively harmonious patch: he no longer needs L or I to visit his room at 20 minute intervals or becomes frantic, despite repeated reassurances that sleep will come his way. He does nag to stay up, but has become content to go to bed, reading a book and listening to 5 live (football commentaries preferred). Once asleep, he stays that way until either early morning if there is something on tv he wants to watch, or he is woken up to get ready for school. A period of loud, sinus-scorching snoring, seems to have abated.

Eliza

Eliza often begs us, clinging to us, to stay in her room. But it is short-lived and soon after she will be asleep, perhaps after reading. Asleep, she curls up, usually with duvet pushed off her, often with a cuddly toy on her shoulder and her hair strewn across her pillow. In the middle of last night, I woke with her standing at my side. She had had a bad dream. She slipped into bed, a narrow boney body at my side. I dozed and woke sometime later and told her it was time to go back to her bed. She acquiesced, but with me walking her back across the landing to her room, tucking her in bed and tugging the curtain to let some pre-dawn light into her room.

Robin

Robin is the most active at night. Sometimes he rolls off his mattress onto the floor, without waking. If he wakes, as he did last night, inadequately covered by his duvet, he shouts for assistance – causing my third waking of the night. A quick straightening of the duvet and hug placated him.

Who am I animal?

Robin

This 20 questions-style word game has been a favourite for years. Robin’s role has been limited to saying ‘yes’ to whichever animal is first guessed.. until this week. At bathtime, he participated fully, answering a whole slew of questions when it was his turn. The information we gleaned wasn’t too enlightening, but we had, we thought narrowed the beast down to one bigger than a rhino and smaller than a giraffe. Finally, our questions and guesses dried up and we had to give in. Robin was chuffed and chuckled as he revealed that he was.. a flower.

Gabe

L took Gabe to an assessment by a 12+ exam tutor. He came out with a reading age of almost 13, a spelling age of over 10 and close to 100% on the numeracy test. He was ‘top of the tree’. Meanwhile, three months into the school year, Gabe feels he had learnt nothing new apart from German and science. L & I went to see the teacher of his year 3/4 class to begin to pressure the school to move him into the year 4 class. Later on the same day as his tutor assessment, Gabe fussed for over an hour about doing some homework that he eventually completed in 15 minutes.

Eliza

Eliza has moved into her new room. The walls are painted blue, balanced with a pink lamp, lightshade and bean bag. Encouraged to use the move to clear out her old toys, Eliza is hedging: only taking certain items to the new room, but not wanting to bin the rest, which are left around the room that now belongs to Robin.