Archive for October, 2009


October 26, 2009

Sam picked a favourite book from the shelf and read me a story:

“The egg fell on the leaf and the moon went into space
and there are two leaves
and the sun.
The little green caterpillar is getting the sun to come down to him, it’s not coming down to him.
One apple two pears three plums one two three four five six seven nine ten strawberries three oranges.
He is ill, he needs to get the leaves that make him feel happy.
He’s going in his tree, the little green caterpillar is going in his tree.
He’s a big strong caterpillar.
It was a butterfly looks like the same as the other butterfly.
The other butterfly is in the front room.”


October 23, 2009

On the drive home from a very enjoyable meal out with the family Sam was chatting away in the back seat. He doesn’t often drive around in the dark as he’d normally be getting ready for bed and he was commenting on being able to see the moon from the car window. Testing him a little (it’s not a full moon tonight) I asked him if it was big and round? “No, it’s not” he replied. “It’s a rocking moon.”

Bill and I had to get Sam to repeat himself a few times before we fully understood what he was saying. “A rocking moon Sam?”

“Yes, it’s a rocking moon. It’s a rocker, like on a rocking chair. It likes to rock.”

We thought that was lovely, it was indeed a rocking moon. A nice clear crescent moon hanging low in the night sky this evening.

Sam has become full of questions lately. He especially likes to ask things that he already knows the answer to. Then he will repeat and repeat his question ad infinitum. He is also beginning to come up with some out of the blue questions that I have to stumble over with the answers. This car ride was no exception.

“Mummy, trees. Where do the trees live?” Sam is peering out of the window as we drive down some of the prettier tree lined streets of Charlotte. “Where trees live? Trees, where do they live Mummy?”

“Uhm” It takes me a little while as Sam pesters me to come up with a response. “They live in the soil Sam. They have roots that grow down into the earth, in the ground that’s where they live.”

“No! Mummy! Trees live in the woods!”

Nanna, Grandad and Molly’s home is where the heart is?

October 8, 2009

At bedtime when I read Sam his bedtime story I have been trying to remember to really point out letters and words and try to pique his interest in beginning to learn to read. I have to say I always thought that I’d be really good at this and in my mind the bedtime routine seemed rather enjoyable, but I’m ashamed to reveal that actually I’m rather bad at reading bedtime stories, especially over and over again, and at the end of a long day chasing the kids around it’s not the nice cosy wind down I envisioned.

Anyway, last night as I was reading “As Quick as a Cricket” each page follows the same pattern and goes “I’m as [___] as a [___]” referring to different attributes of various animals. I was trying to get Sam to understand that “I’m as” was the same on each page. He’d seem to get it and enjoyed pointing out that there were two “as” words in each sentence. Yet, when asked what each of the individual letters in the sentence were he would falter and say “I don’t know!” even though only seconds before he had happily named them all on another page.

I was thus astounded when I tried one more time before concentrating back on reading the story and acting out all the different animals:

“Ok, Sam, put them together and what do the letters “a” and “s” spell?”

Sam lifted his head to look at me, grins, and out of nowhere he comes out with:

“A… S… spells ASHRIDGE!”

“We go in two ‘planes, and three trains and we go to Nanna and Grandad’s house, in Engerland!”

Written up.

October 7, 2009

I went to pick Sam up from preschool this morning and was quietly taken away to one side by the teacher. I was a little confused and thought maybe I’d get a positive update on how Sam was today at school because yesterday, when I’d been parent helper for the morning, he’d been very out of sorts. Instead I was handed a yellow slip and told that Sam was involved in an “incident” at 10.30 when he got into an argument over a book with another child:

“Sam and another child wanted to have the same book. Sam stood and stepped on the other child’s hand.

Sam was not injured. The other child’s hand had redness and swelling at the time of the incident. An hour later there was no swelling, bleeding or redness.

Child was comforted but refused ice pack.”

I wasn’t really sure quite how to respond to the teacher about this, other than nod, look appropriately concerned and take the yellow incident report copy from her hands.

Oh Sam.

On the drive home I tried to have a talk with Sam about what had happened and we did manage what I felt was a good conversation that connected with him. He was able to tell me what he did and that he hurt someone and that he was sorry. I thought I had got across my disappointment and concern for him hurting others, and we agreed that hurting someone is not acceptable behaviour. We talked about what to do in the future should he want something that another child is using and Sam said that he should have asked the other child if he could look at the book when he was finished with it. I thought I’d got through to him.

I was wrong. That afternoon Sam was absolutely mean to his little sister and had to be pulled away from a crying and distraught Bea many, many times as he stood, stamped and rolled on top of her to resolve toy conflicts. Very frustrating.

Later as we were sat at the dinner table eating I was telling Sam and Bea our plans for the next day. We have a playdate arranged at a friend’s house. She has two sons, one a little younger than Sam, and the other around Bea’s age. Sam was happy to hear that he was going to go see some friends tomorrow, but then when I mentioned Sam’s friend’s name Sam popped out with a concerned “J* hits me!”

Ha! You know how it feels then Sam?!

We then had another little water off a duck’s back talk about hurting others and being hit before Sam’s thoughts turned back to rolling on top of Bea… “I rolled on her Mummy, I was a steam roller Mummy! Excavators have two scoops, look Mummy! *holds one arm in front and the other behind, does scooping motion*” Aaaargh!

Oooh, maybe I ought to stow the slip in Sam’s document file to be brought out to shame him as an adult?!