I Hear A Mouse, where? There on the Stair - No - Under the blimmin bed!!!!!

At last its the weekend, although nothing  spectacular is planned,  I just love all the kids being at home (did I just type that?!!!!!!)

Haven't been up to much today, tidying, cooking, watching Liverpool beat Man Utd (ha ha) and drinking shed loads of milky coffee, still.

Was very relieved to get the appointment with the Head out of the way, managed to get things sorted, so hoping not to get too many more problems from now on.
I do not feel that I should publish the details on here about this, as it is for all to see, and I do not want to get into trouble, but I will say, if what has been discussed goes ahead, that I think the school has dealt with the issue that we had, and accepted my thoughts and opinions, and are going to act in a way I find acceptable.  Good.

I have to say this though, oh I so have to say this - there are problems at local HE groups, so I have heard, not one in particular, but a few, and I do need to say this - I AM NOT THERE - my children are also NOT THERE which means that the old hags, young (ish) hags, know-it-alls, she-devils and witches of like, cannot blame me, for ANY problems they are currently having, or blame my children.

Or can they??????????????????? I wouldn't put it past them.

Moving on, swiftly.    

I have lost my bloody camera, in the house would you believe it, and we have searched EVERYWHERE, I even looked in the microwave.  We were having a bit of a stressful five minutes last Saturday evening, just before James's bedtime, he was very tired, so was I and I vaguely remember placing my camera on the dining room table.  Next day -GONE.  So I either:-
A - did not put it on the Dining Room table
B - did put it on the table and some buffoon (husband) has moved it somewhere "safe"
C - James has hidden in amongst his mountain of toys.
D - I have put it somewhere "safe"
E - It somehow got thrown in the bin and now Mike is going to have to go through all the rubbish.
F - Get a new one for my birthday which is in

29		days
719		hours
43199		minutes
2591981		seconds

So I have no photographic evidence this week of me home educating James. 
He is getting on well with his counting, usually to tell me he wants to watch 1 2 3 4 5 6 more Dr Who's, or can he do something before bedtime for 1 2 3 4 5 6 minutes. 

He has been looking at his Leapfrog book, but the batteries are running out, and I did hear him shout at it "I am pressing the green GO button you stupid thing".  Don't  know where he gets his temper from, must be from the fiery Irish passed down through the generations :-)

Anyway - I found a couple of games at the charity shop -

He enjoys this one, but not so much this one

The turtle has the most annoying voice EVER, and it is sooooo slow.  By the time it gets around to telling you what colour to chose next, you've fallen asleep, or in a 4 year olds case, got bored and moved onto something else.  Never the less, he found a use for it by using it as a battle vehicle in one of his games, and then amputating its legs.

Bought a decent play dough set as well from the Chaz shop, so he had fun with this for about half an hour, then of course took the rolling pin and started using it in another game of battles.  Boys will so be boys.

Still monitoring his attention span, but I think that is down to the way we have been doing things. 
For instance, when we go to bed I ask him to get a story for me to read, or Mike (he prefers Mike as he is a show off and does all the different voices) so he gets about 15 books out, which is not a problem, its good to read and to be read to.  But when we start reading it, he will get distracted and want to go straight onto the next one, and so on. 
Becky was, maybe still is, a bit like this, as am I. 
So this evening I got one book ready for him, his fav Winnie The Pooh Book, and we got to read it almost all the way through, but we stopped because he said he was so tired and just wanted a cuddle. He fell asleep about thirty seconds later.

So thinking that maybe we should try and do this with his activities.  At the moment we have art and craft on tap for him, games, books, a lego corner, plus lots of toys in different drawers and a massive toy corner cupboard.

I had a bit of a sort out last week, creating a lego corner, with a table and a stool, and put lots of his lego pieces in see though large jars, he seems to like this and does spend more time playing with his lego than he did before.  Plus I do not do myself a serious injury by stepping on the bloody stuff when it is all over the floor.

So, bit by bit, little by little,  creeping around with boxes and bin bags and legging it up to the loft before he sees us, we are going to streamline his toys.  Its a big task I know, and could be risky at times if he catches us, but I think it will be worth it.

So its all my fault then for letting him have too many toys.  Bad Mother.

He also likes to help me with stuff around the house, from dusting, to dishes, cooking, preparing tea, putting the rubbish out and he loves to fold clothes, and he does it very neatly (this comes from my husbands side of the family).  So will be trying to get him involved in all the housy stuff, so he is not stuck in front of the TV while I am doing the housework, no matter how tempting it is to do that.

So, was going to finish off with something witty, but I cannot stay here any longer as I think I just heard a mouse under the bed, seriously. (at least I have a title now, couldnt think of one before)
LJ x