Posts Tagged ‘nursery’

Do you find me attractive?


Much of Robin’s speech comes direct from kids’ movies: “awesome baby”, “now I can look at myself naked” and other exclamations. L was taken to one side by his nursery teacher, who explained, as though not completely amused, that Robin had danced, shaking his bottom at her and then turned and asked, “Do you find me attractive?” She may not have been aware of the Madagascar reference.

Gabe and Eliza

Their two years age gap shows when dropping off at school. In the early spring, taking Gabe in early for choir practice, he usually sprinted away from me without a farewell, anxious about being late. On a normal school morning, he concedes an embrace, but turns his head away, conscious that he may be under peer observation.

In the playground Eliza begins pleas to spend the day with me or with L. She essays defiance, “I’m not going in”. Coaxed to the classroom door, she continues to resist. Grasping my hand, holding on to my head when I bend to kiss her goodbye, making no moves of her own towards the classroom. She’s upset, but doesn’t cry. Does she believe she can be snatched homeward from the threshold of school? I guide her to the door, unhand her and turn away.


Rainbows and thunder


Eliza began mini-mini girl guides on Monday. Rainbows is for girls aged 5-7. She came home with a tulip bulb in a plastic plant pot and a tissue paper flower. She said the Rainbows played games and sang songs. She coped well – none of her close friends are Rainbows – helped a lot by the presence of helper Thunder (aka Beth), who Eliza has played with since birth.


rain dance



Gabe also joined a group this week. He made his first appearance at Mrs Quirk’s Moorlands School Choir. Mrs Q is strict in her rules – 3 times without your choir folder and you’re out – but kind in her actions. Gabe’s been harmonising ever since.


Three weeks into school nursery and Robin has settled better than expected. He had his first accident on Friday, banging his head in a pushing incident. The name Jackie has cropped up. She, Robin tells us, tried and tried to draw him a lion (it looked more like a tiger) and picked him a flower to cheer him up after his accident.

Asthma attack


For the first time in over a year, Gabe has been felled by asthma. Triggered perhaps by a cold and maybe by the dust from the extension, he coughed throughout school on Wednesday and couldn’t manage to cycle home. To GP and then to A&E and paeds ward. Oxygen, nebulisers and steroids controlled the attack, but he was discharged only after 2 nights on the ward. Several times it looked as though he would come home sooner, but his breathing worsened. Having got his hands on the ward X-box, he was in a dilemma: come home or keep playing Fifa 05.

under attack


Robin began school nursery on Wednesday. A challenging week, made more difficult by Gabe’s illness and Lou being at the hospital. His response has been to develop a new facial expression – a jutting chin. When I picked him up from play-group on Thursday, he fixed the expression and ran to me, butting me in the lower stomach.


Eliza was upset by Gabe and Lou’s absence. On Thursday morning she complained of a stomach ache, which wouldn’t go by sitting on the toilet. Eventually, getting shoes on for school, she found it had gone. She asked me whether you could get a stomach ache if you were worried about something. Rare self-knowledge.