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Diet progress and the child.

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One month down on this diet.  A total weight loss of 8kg and an average of 2cm loss on parts of my body.  I have to wait two more months to do blood tests and see the affect on my body in other ways. I think I am happy with that.  At least I am getting smaller and I feel fine.  I have not starved or felt icky and dizzy.  I have to admit the first week was not easy:  I felt ill (well eventually found I actually was ill, so may not have been the diest at all.)

I have added back exercise, since I have been feeling better.  So 30 minutes.  I must say I have not been finding it easy to make time for those 30 minutes.  I have announced to my family it is my 30 minutes and  I am taking it for myself. I try to do it last thing or first thing in the day. It has also kick started hubby to do some exercise too.  His a whole lot different from mine, as for now, I am just doing basic cardio, until I feel more fit to try anything else.
HB has been such a pleasure, that darling child.  Some days he can be so sweet and cooperative, that I wonder where that terrorist inside him lives?  He is one of those children who takes the time to notice a new shirt or earrings and compliments me.  He will tell me how much he loves me.  He is a child that loves to be touched. He will notice that his room has been tidied away.  He will offer to help clean.
 And some days, I wonder if I have been gifted with the patience to deal with the moods and tears.  I need to learn to listen and be sensitive to avoid these moods.  Sometimes I feel that he just wants drama.  His sandwich is not cut exactly right, his shoes are missing, he wants a specific teddy bear, he wants to bath, and not shower.  He does not want to wear his shoes. Sometimes, I have to give myself the timeout, to clam down and find the patience.
Hubby and I were busy all Sunday, redoing the inside of my clothes cupboard.  I just do not understand deep shelves, that are too high to reach.  We moved my hanging space higher and then installed full extending drawers from the bottom up.  Now I can see all the things packed into the drawers and everything hanging. I can sit down and see everything and then I can actually wear all the clothes I was too lazy to wear, because they required a ladder.  Note I am average height, and not particularly short.
I have decided to give the Marie Kondo method of folding a chance.  Hubby took one look and said he was not packing my laundry into the cupboards anymore.  I must say it looks great. The folding really takes up less space and because I designed the drawers shallower, we fitted in more drawers. The standard shop fitted drawer sizes are too deep and waste space. Also, the fully extendable sliders make a difference, you can see everything. I must remember this the next time I design cupboards for a client.
Have a great day bloggies.
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School stuff.

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I am not sure why I do this to myself, OK, I guess I do it for HB.  This week we had two playdates.  For me that was a little too much, as the one was unplanned.

HB was invited out to swim (we have been having such hot weather) and I was reluctant to let him go alone to a house I had not seen, especially with a pool.  So I stayed for that one.  It was actually fine.  The mom and I always chat quickly when we fetch the kids, but at least now we got to know each other a bit better, and she is very nice. HB can go visit without me.  They are vigilant over the kids in the pool and HB is comfortable with both the dad and mom.
The one on Sunday was unplanned, but I have had the kid before, and it was not bad.  The mom and I sat and chatted for about an hour watching the kids play, and then I offered to drop him off later, since the boys thought they had not had enough playtime.
HB has a blast and was happy to reconnect with boys no longer in his class.
This meant that I was busy all weekend.  I was making pancakes and muffins and cooking and cleaning and felt like a full time job on top of all this was too much.
At nine in the evening I realised I had forgotten to cover HB’s book, with the dreaded contact plastic. I hate that stuff.  Why do teachers do this to us?  We don’t just cover a book, you have to cover over your kids artwork on the front, and it aint always flat artwork. The advantage of doing it so late was that I saw no bubbles 🙂
Hubby was working full long days all weekend, but he was nice enough to notice the clean house and complimented it.
My star child vacuumed the entire house by himself.  At this age, it is a fun thing to do.  I just have to keep an eye on him while picking up and he did it all.
I mopped the floors and HB was also very happy with his work.  I must say I was impressed.  He did the corners and a pretty good job.
The school uniform is driving me nuts.  I cannot get those white shirts clean, after only one wearing.  The have a blue and green embroidery and stripes in the collar, so it is not something I can stick in bleach.  Why does the school do this to us?
HB did well in the swim assessment, but my anxious mother heart cannot deal with him swimming unassisted in a 2m deep pool, so it is not an activity we have chosen. He swims outside school in a heated pool with an attentive coach, so he is not missing out. I was surprised he passed the assessment, as I did not think he had the stamina to swim 25m, but he did.
They grow so quickly, I want to grab him and say, stop, wait for me.

Parenting rewards.

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Yesterday I had one of those terrible, nausea inducing headaches.  The kind that makes you want to pull your hair out, because pulling your hair out would be less painful.  It was so bad, that I eventually had to pop a blue pill (they are really strong and always knock me out within twenty minutes).  I normally would not take that when I am alone with HB but I could not stand the pain.

I set up the TV to stream Donald Duck and Mickey Mouse cartoons, left out snacks and juice and then lay on the couch next to HB.  I also messaged Hubby to let him know I was going to fall asleep.
HB has instructions to wake me in an emergency.
I also left the front door open.
I am paranoid about sleeping when I need to be watching HB.
I fell asleep…HB was fine and I awoke with less pain.
While I was asleep, I felt HB come over to me.  He brushed my face and forehead, brushed back my hair and gave me two little kisses on my forehead and said: ” I love you Mama”
He thought I was fully asleep. Then he went back to his seat and continued to watch his cartoons.
These little moments are to be treasured and lets you know that you are not all bad at this parenting thing.

Two blogs in one day!

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I feel like I want to run outside and scream it to everyone and anyone…MY CHILD IS FINE!!!!!!

We had the big assessment today and HB is fine…academically and emotionally and there is no need to keep him back to repeat a year.  She says he is actually very intelligent.

Yes he does not always listen or sit still and needs to be moving, but that is not a big issue.  We will do some exercises at home to encourage him to sit still for longer.  He does not even need the speech therapy he is currently receiving.  He just needs patience and tolerance.

It was suggested maybe there is a personality conflict between HB and the teacher and perhaps she is not being as patient as she should be.

I want to tell everyone that my baby is fine and just be nice to him.  He is mine and he is fine and he is good and he is beautiful.

 

The joy of reading.

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It is so lovely to watch the joy on HB’s face when he realises he can read.  He can actually read by himself…and when he realised he could do it, he was so extremely excited…the look on his face made me want to cry.

I don’t remember learning to read, I am sure I must have been formally taught to read.  I don’t remember that joy HB felt when he realised he could read by himself.

Hubby even made a video for him, and showed it to HB…him reading by himself, with me just pointing to the words.  Without even trying to teach him, he seems to have picked up the sight words by himself.  I have just been concentrating on the synthetic phonics, because that is what he needs to learn, but the reading seems to have allowed him to work out the sight words at the same time.

With all the talk about how behind my little boy, this little achievement gives me the confidence to know, even if he is a few months behind the rest of his class, he can still do it.  He still has the ability to read and love it.

I have been so afraid, he will not want to read, because it is all about school work.  I know he does not love schoolwork, however, we have to do it. We go to the library and he is allowed to choose whatever he wants to read. He does understand there are English and Afrikaans books, so he will ask if a book is Afrikaans.  Then there are the books we read for school.  These readers are excellent.  We read the first round, with him only reading the phonics.  Second round is him reading all the words he thinks he knows and third round is reading with actual expression.  He loves the stories, and I like being able to sit with him and read too, not  just instruct.

We now use this manner of reading with all books.

In the meantime he has also learnt to read different fonts (which we had not actually taught to him…and he has picked up most of the capital letters).  At this stage they do not learn capitals.  Maybe it is for next term, I am not sure.

In the end we decided to make an actual appointment with another educational psychologist for an assessment. There is only one term of school left, and we need to make decisions and prepare our child for Grade 1 or staying another year in Grade 0. A proper school readiness assessment will help us make that decision. The school will want one by their staff psychologist, but it happens too late in the year. We also need to understand the ways in which he needs help from an emotional point of view.  The wait and see approach is not working, and the distraction of the school staff with personal issues, means he is not getting the full help he needs at school. Whether he stays or moves on is immaterial at this point, it is about making the right decision for him.  I feel I cannot rely on the school alone to make this decision.

While I feel for the personal lives of the school staff, I cannot put that in front of the needs of my child.  I will do everything I can do to make sure he remains happy and know that he is loved.