This Boy is Seven

He loves lego and has crazy-boy-hair in the mornings.
He is an excellently good big brother.

He has lots of mates at school but his real friends will be the ones coming for cake in the park over the weekend. And his soul-mate came over today to help him build the birthday lego.

He writes notes all the time. If he's thinking it, he needs to write it.

He immerses himself whole-heartedly in games of the imagination - whether he's in public or not. He can dance. And what's more, he does. With those long lanky legs of his.

He is so very loving and affectionate.

He sees the cat on the window sill and decides he might like to sit up there too.

He is terrific, exactly what we wanted, and getting better every day. Happy birthday!!

Works in Progress

Seems we all have our own little projects to be getting on with here at Chez Fixit. Here's mine. It will be a pair (when I knit the other one) of wrist-warmers, a'la Pea Soup. I'm feeling very happy with this knitting lark, it's quite absorbing. Over the weekend I got to grips with ribbing, casting on and casting off!! - provided I have the support and expertise of Jenny or Craftymum nearby. They've had to rescue my masterpiece on several occasions. I am liking my ball of Kmart wool too, I think my wrist-warmer resembles a Monet sunset.

My mum has come to visit us for a few days, and it's lovely to see her. Her work in progress is Cherub's hair, which she likes to brush. Must be to do with him owning such a wild tangle of curls. I haven't seen Mum following Climber's dead straight mop around with the hairbrush..

Fixit's work in progress is a new hobby - indoor rock climbing. (Proof that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.) His other WIP is recovering from muscle-ache post the rock climbing session.

Climber has been dabbling with non-fiction writing lately. He is currently working on a typed Science Book - it's all about cells - and he has also started a Spell Book. (I've added in the correct spellings for those of you who are not Harry readers.)

I found another of his works in progress, which is a follow-on from an idle conversation between Climber and myself recently where he wondered if a one-limbed octopus would be called a uni-pus...

And Cherub has been working on a song. It's called The Fixit Stomper Song and he accompanies himself on his little ditar. It goes :

strum Fixit strum strum Sto-o-mper strum Fixit strum strum Sto-o-mper ...

... for quite a long time. I think it's my favourite song in the whole world.

Climber accompanied him on the straw.

Boy Tales & Girl Tales

Boy Tales

We received the Climber's school report today. He's doing well, and I was happy to see that his teacher had rated his Effort and Class Behaviour as Excellent.

Although. There would appear to be a discrepancy between what I think is important in his school achievements and what he thinks. Vis.

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Bloggus Interruptus, via the Cherub, demanding that I leave the computer and attend to the dinner: You have to come in here NOW! The kitchen is noise-ing.

(Please ignore the grime.)

Girl Tales.

I'm having an iron transfusion next week. I spoke to a very nice haematologist today. We were having the introductory chat and he said tell me why you're here? and I said my GP referred me because my stored iron levels were quite low, at which he snorted and told me they're worse than low, they're zero. Which you know, actually they are SIX but I guess in the scheme of stored iron levels a six doesn't count for anything...

So I'm off to the Medi-hotel for a 5-hour stint with a needle in my hand. Glad I've got plenty of Anne books to be going on with. (I'm enjoying the re-read enormously, by the way. That first book is much funnier now that I'm a grown-up. I think I was too busy empathising and agonising with Anne through her dilemmas to get the funny side when I read them as a gel.)

He also wants a follow-up on why my iron levels are so pathetic, and bandied around Coeliac disease (needs to be tested, family history) and bowel cancer (dismissed because of my young age!! ) (shut up!). I'm ignoring these possibilities though. I reckon the pregnancies, the breastfeeding and the amount of exercise I do are the culprits. I don't want to hear no more about no serious diseases, fingers in ears, lalala.

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I think the worrisome student has gone loco. Sounds like no food has passed her lips for a couple of weeks, so all proper brain function has ceased. I had a chat with her after class. That was when she started saying loco stuff. I said Eat, or I'll be requiring a medical certificate for you to attend this class. Kind but firm. Not that I think it will work, but it needed to be said.