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Date: 28 January 2006 07:41:57
My kitchen has been invaded by knights. Or rather, knight. Sadly Tiddles can't find his costume, which in some ways might be a relief as I am not sure whether or not he is invited to the party, but I will certainly be getting rid of Smudgelet for the afternoon. A bit of a shock to the system, though, to realise this morning that it is 28th January today and I haven't got another week's grace to prepare the fancy dress costumes properly (medieval theme!) It's a friend from Smudgelet's swimming lesson and choir and they're both keen to go. What's more, I'm really keen for them to go! And what's more, they're both at swimming and music centre all morning. Woohoooooooo!
I'm really looking forward to the swimming lesson. I have to hang around and watch that bit, but Smudgelet is so pleased with himself that I am hoping his teacher gives him the praise that's due. When we went swimming on Wednesday, I wasn't able to go in the pool with him and expected him to hang around for a bit in the water, get cold, and come out to sit alongside with me. But instead my superstar decided he was going to work on his swimming. My little one, who despises hard work and who, if anyone tries to help him with his swimming, just has to be in control and do it his way (it's one of two big indicators of Attachment Disorder in a child who shows little other sign of it), he just got on with it and worked on his breast stroke (which he hates) until he'd really got the hang of it. I was so impressed. He notched up four lengths of front crawl and back stroke too, which is pretty impressive in an eight year old who, four years ago, was terrified of the water. I remember his foster mother telling me the two thing I would find a problem were that he hated stories (pah!) and that he wouldn't go anywhere near the swimming pool at all. So here he is with his newly acquired 50m badge, while Tiddles is delighted with his first Personal Survival certificate from lifesaving.
Best of all, when we go swimming, I get to abandon them both in the pool and go off for a cup of coff... er... I mean notch up several lengths of breaststroke myself.