The granny stripe blanket - 87 stripes (a teeny rebellion in the final number there), edged with a deep shell of my own tweaking. To fit our king size bed, and to drape artfully around the sofa. Ahhhh. sigh.
We have had Halloween since my last missive:
He was Darth Maul, for the non Star Wars aficionados. And the annual pumpkin mess amid much cutting, scraping, puffing, panting and swearing.
Would show you the bonfire night (Guy Fawkes night for the puritans) pics, but they are so crap, it is embarrassing.
There was a resources day with the home-ed group yesterday - a good idea, where people bring in the things they use as educational aids/materials. Always interesting and encouraging. I have come away feeling freshly enthused. Have felt like that about home-ed quite a bit lately. I have bought a couple of sketchbooks for Oliver and I to use together. I have read several times that it is a good idea to work alongside your child, so they will follow your lead in methods/means blah blah. I am no artist, but think I am quite capable of expressing myself visually well enough to encourage Oliver to do the same. We shall see.
Tonight Oliver will be attempting to swim 800m during his swimming lesson, which I am impressed with. I love watching him swim - he now looks like a real swimmer when he streaks up and down the pool doing front crawl.
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