Saturday 7 May 2011: Hip, hip...
435/365: ... hoorah!
And other such spiffy exclamations will no doubt pepper my daughter's language as she's just started to read Swallows and Amazons. Now, me... I know I'm a lost cause and have mastered a mixture of Famous Five type enthusiasm coupled with a sprinkle of Mary Poppins when I talk. But poor old Maddy. She doesn't know what she's let herself in for.
It's very sweet with her reading at the moment. When your child isn't reading at age 7, despite all the explanation in the world of 'she's at a Steiner school and they just don't do that yet', it's a licence for being judged. From little sly tests of whether or not she could read anything...
*slides a piece of paper with something written on it towards her*
... and casually says 'what does that word say?' to her. Whilst pulling a slightly surprised face when she doesn't read it. To patronising 'she'll get it when she's ready' and 'some children just take longer' or 'she has her own special talents' *sympathetic head nod* stuff. Oh, and outright 'it's *such* a pity she's missing out' comments. It's all kinda wearing.
So. In your face judgementeers. She's reading. She loves reading. She isn't thick. We didn't hold her back. She didn't fight it and then 'get it when she was ready'. She's a happy bunny. And yes... she does still have 'her own special talents'. And I love her joy at reading wherever and whenever. So there. :o)
This is all my roundabout way of saying that I haven't anything to say today and am blipping early. I'm fed up of very late blips where I get grumpy (a la last night - though the source of grumpiness hasn't gone away, I just refuse to let it into my head on the weekend!). So, this is early.
And then I get to go and spend the rest of the day marking (boo). But, I may just escape with the monkeys to go fly a kite this afternoon (yay!).
PS Don't tell anyone I skived my marking