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Hello summer!

It’s been coming for a while, in the gloriously light evenings and the no need to take a jacket when we leave the house, but today summer finally arrived. In scorching sunshine we finally made our way to Shoalstone Pool for the first dip of the season.

Arthur was so excited: we barely had time to get him into his swimmers before he was running towards the water. He definitely found it cold at first, but each time we lifted him out he was desperate to get back in again.

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Before long we had both got used to the cold – after the initial shock it really wasn’t that bad, and now that I’ve broken the ice (so to speak) I’m determined to fit some regular swims into our routine.

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Arthur being Arthur there was quite a lot of splashing – hence the somewhat blurry photos where I forgot to wipe the lens… But it was brilliant to see him having so much fun!

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I think he would happily have stayed in the water for hours, but we figured we’d better not let him get too cold. He protested a bit at first but then was happy to entertain himself with my hat for a while.

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We went for a wander to get some ice-creams (it’s summer right?) which gave us a chance to look back at the pool in all it’s glory. It was so great to see so many people enjoying the water and the spectacular setting – unbelievable to think it almost didn’t open at all this year!

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It wasn’t long before Arthur was desperate to get back in again, this time splashing around in the shallow end with the kids who’d started piling in at the end of their day at school.

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Eventually though he did begin to shiver, and was grateful to be wrapped up warm with raisins and take a moment to relax out of the sun in his little ‘house’.

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Which gave Leigh and I a chance to look out over the bay and take in the view. And what a view it was.

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It’s lovely to see you summer! Very much looking forward to getting acquainted again over the next couple of months.

 

 

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Word of the Week: Building

Today the word that sums up the week that was is:

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It’s been Arthur’s other new enterprise, alongside hanging things everywhere: instead of just knocking things down he wants to build them up.

After I wrote about the activity board I made to encourage Arthur’s hanging skills, a friend sent me an interesting link about schemas in children’s play. It made me wonder whether these two interests are in fact connected: they both involve construction, are both about how things in the world go together.

He started with his gorgeous Djeco stacking blocks, carefully placing the cubes on top of each other and delicately attempting to reach inside to put the animals in their homes. His first few attempts ended with the blocks losing their balance though, or him losing his focus and deciding to knock them down.

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He’s enjoyed trying to build up his little Haba mirror blocks too, though he has at times been distracted by his reflection!

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We continued the theme when we stopped off at the beach the other day, taking advantage of the flat pebbles to see how many we could stack. It wasn’t all that easy though, and turned out to be not quite as much fun as throwing the pebbles in the sea…

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But then yesterday he finally cracked it: we’d been sat out in the sunshine, idly playing with the blocks, then daddy came home and with very little prompting Arthur had all of a sudden built a tower!

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I think I was probably the most excited out of all of us about this, though Arthur was pretty pleased with himself too. The whole building thing just opens up a whole new world of play, and I’m finding myself getting increasingly fascinated with how his play is helping him learn – and what I can do to help him enjoy it even more.

 

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Why schools need to do what they know is right (just don’t tell Gove)

So after many, many months of reasoning, protesting and pleading from teachers and parents alike, Gove is still ploughing on with his ill-guided reforms of the education system. With Tristram Hunt pledging to undo little of this government’s bad work it looks like we’re in this for the long haul: a system devoid of creativity, culturally narrow and reducing the next generation to empty vessels to be filled to the brim with facts, neither questioning nor challenging the status quo and most definitely not thinking for themselves.

But it doesn’t need to be like this.

Some big hitters in the world of education finally appear to have given up hope in the state system altogether. Sir Alasdair MacDonald, one time head of Morpeth Secondary School in Tower Hamlets and now the Welsh Assembly’s ‘Raising Attainment’ tsar, has claimed that the only chance British pupils have of a rounded education now is to go to a private school. Michael Rosen has just finished a book written for parents to help them fill the gaps in their child’s education left by the direction that schools are being forced to take.

But it doesn’t need to be like this.

There are three secondary schools in the UK that I can currently claim to know well, and I know that all of them are full of teachers doing their best to provide the education that they know their young people need. They will jump through the ever-changing hoops presented to them by the government, play by the rules as much as they need to to be left alone, but they will keep on doing what they know is right. The leaders in those schools will seek out frameworks to support a more holistic education: Building Learning Power for example, or the International Baccalaureate. They may no longer be required to filter personal, learning and thinking skills through the curriculum – but they will, because they know it’s right. Speaking and Listening may no longer be assessed, Music and Drama may have fallen down the pecking order – but these aspects of their students’ learning will not be ignored because they are vital to their all-round education. Multicultural texts may no longer appear on GCSE syllabi, but these schools will find a way to fit them into their curriculum because to do otherwise would be to do the young people in their care a disservice.

And yet there are other schools who are, if media reports and TES forums are to be believed, collapsing under Gove’s reforms and following his rules unwaveringly. They are narrowing the curriculum in order to teach directly to the tests that he says matter, they are closing Music and Drama departments because those subjects are invisible in league tables.

And on one level I don’t entirely blame them. Because it’s hard, jumping through all those hoops. When teachers and school leaders are worked almost to breaking point it’s easy for them to forget what brought them to their classrooms in the first place. It’s easy to think that all that matters is being judged good by whatever the latest criteria happens to be, to climb up that league table and away from the reaches of those who would remove you from post if they deemed you to be failing.

But it doesn’t need to be like this.

In the arts, tight constraints – whether externally enforced or self imposed – have generated some of the most innovative and creative results. The Iranian film industry always comes to mind when I think of this: so many rules and restrictions and yet a body of work that almost any country would find it hard to rival.

The constraints facing our teachers operate on a different level, but they are still numerous and growing: restricted finances, an archaic new curriculum, seemingly endless bureaucracy, narrowly focused and high stakes tests. Rather than being defeated by these, schools need to see them as a challenge to be overcome. School leaders and teachers need to remember why they are doing what they do and find the confidence and strength to trust their professional judgement.

Because the pleading and the protesting and the reasoning is getting us nowhere, and if we’re not careful a whole generation of young people is going to be trampled underneath Gove’s stampede for standards. We owe it to them – and to our own sanity – to do what we know is right.

 

Thanks to Sara at Mum Turned Mom for inspiring this post with her prompt ‘rules are meant to be broken’.

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Making a toddler activity board

Over the past couple of weeks, Arthur has become obsessed with hanging things wherever he can manage to get them to stick. It started with his beloved Ukulele – balanced on the edge of a sideboard or hanging from the lamp in the kitchen. The other morning he was very pleased with himself when he hung a bag of nappies on the doorknob, though adding the hat was a little trickier. Now wherever I go around the house there is evidence of this new game he’s invented for himself.

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It got me thinking: was there something I could make that would help him practise this new skill, and maybe discover some new ones whilst he was having fun with that? Then I remembered we had some cup hooks kicking around somewhere, and an idea was born.

Toddler Activity Board

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You will need:

  • A rectangular piece of wooden board: ours was 80 x 40 x 2cm
  • Colourful paper for the background
  • PVA glue
  • Metallic or grey paper for the ‘shadows’
  • Card for templates
  • Cup hooks
  • A selection of different coloured felt
  • Ribbon for hanging

As well as the usual paint brush/sewing kit/basic tools!

Step One

I decided I wanted the background of Arthur’s board to be night and day: we’re still having issues with frequent night waking so this is something we need to discuss with him! Once I’d gathered my range of papers in three colours (blue for day, purple for night and green for the grass), I began by creating this background.

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I used standard PVA glue – full strength as a base for sticking then diluted 50-50 with water as a glaze for over the top.

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I was pretty pleased with the finished effect – it looked even better when it had dried!

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Step Two

Using this background I wanted to create a simple scene using things that are just beginning to be in Arthur’s vocabulary. I decided on a house, the sun, a cat, a tree, an owl, a star and the moon. I drew the shapes on to card, then cut them out to use as templates.

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Step Three

I wanted to create ‘shadows’ on the board so that part of the activity became matching shapes. I decided to use gold paper on the ‘day’ side, and silver for ‘night’. Once I’d used the templates to cut out the shapes I used the PVA to fix them in place, remembering to leave space for the cup hooks and hanging shapes.

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Step Four

Next came the cup hooks for the key hanging part of the activity. I used a mix of sizes just because that’s what we had – but actually it works quite well to add different levels of difficulty into the activity. I used a hammer and nail to make an initial hole which made screwing in the hooks easy peasy.

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Step Five

Once the board itself was completed it was time to make the shapes for hanging. I used the templates to cut these out of felt, embellishing them a little and sewing on a loop of ribbon to each. You could go as far as you like with these, maybe even creating little stuffed shapes if you wanted something more substantial!

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Step Six

After checking all the shapes fitted where they were supposed to, it was time to lay them out in front of the board and see what Arthur made of it!

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He was definitely quite intrigued, though at the moment he finds hanging the shapes a bit challenging – which is a good thing as it means there’s room to grow!

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We also found that the portability of this activity was very handy when the sun came out this afternoon…

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So all in all a success I reckon! These are the skills I think this activity board will help Arthur develop:

  • Fine motor skills (hanging the shapes)
  • Matching shapes
  • Naming and developing vocabulary
  • Understanding night and day

It only took a few hours to make, and that was whilst keeping Arthur entertained too. I’m already thinking about the next one which might end up being a little bit more complicated!



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E is for evening

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I absolutely love this time of year. In the midst of winter I forget, I think, just how long and light the evenings are in June: the contrast with the dark and the cold of only a couple of months ago, especially down here, is hard to fathom. A couple of evenings ago we went for a walk after dinner. Just the usual round-the-block stroll, past the pool as the sun was lowering itself down towards the horizon, the streaks of clouds providing the perfect canvas for its rays. The sea was calm, gently lapping against the rocks as the scent of seaweed wafted up through the warm air, and the pool itself was like a mirror. We were the only ones there, apart from a man walking his dog and humming to himself. It felt more than a little bit like heaven.

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The sweet smells of motherhood

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Now that I stop to think about it, it was my enhanced sense of smell that first gave me a hint of the superpowers that were to come as I made my journey into motherhood. Right from those very early days of pregnancy, before my body had visibly begun to reveal the new life growing inside it, I could feel myself changing. Some days the superpower was decidedly unwanted: the nausea rising up from dog poo on the pavement at twenty paces, my stomach churning as meat began to brown in the oven, closing doors and opening windows to get as far as possible from the source of the discomfort. Mainly though it made me feel strong, powerful. As if I was more in tune with the world as my body underwent this most primal of transformations before unleashing its creation on the world.

Once my baby was born, smell as superpower began to abate. In its place came new strengths, all rooted in the overwhelming desire to protect this little creature against all odds, to nurture him and help him flourish.

Perhaps as part of this, though, my sense of smell has never quite been the same as it was before I began this journey. There are the smells that I would never have believed that I would find so sweet: the scent of my sleeping companion’s milk-tinged breath as he snuggles up to me in the morning; the cheesy whiff of his toes released from tiny shoes after a day spent toddling; even the nappies, the smell of which I will pretend to merely tolerate as I inhale deeply to check if he needs a change, secretly hoping for that silage aroma that shows that everything is working as it should.

There are smells too that once I might not have noticed, or found inoffensive if I did, that now set alarm bells ringing and change my demeanour to one of defence. The curling odour of cigarette smoke that I am ashamed to admit I might have sought out in the past, a faint memory of an old addiction still wanting to be sated: its poisonous charms no longer lure me in but rather repel me as I cross the road in search of cleaner air. Those roads, too: years lived in London had inoculated me against their toxic fumes, or so I thought. Now though I am painfully aware of the fog the traffic emits. I would rather not tread pavements next to busy roads at all if I can help it, and if I do console myself that at least my baby’s sling lifts him up above the line of the exhausts.

Finally there are the smells that I have always loved that I am lucky enough to enjoy more frequently through this new way of life that motherhood has ushered in. The salty spray of the sea that seeps through the air into my nostrils on our walks around the neighbourhood, the delicious freshness of grass after the rain as I crouch down to his level to search for daisies, the heady perfume of the organic coconut oil I use to soothe his skin.

There are many changes I have undergone as I’ve become this creature called a mum, but there’s one thing that’s for sure: never in my life has life smelt quite as sweet.

Thanks to Sara at Mum Turned Mom for inspiring this post with her prompt: ‘My favourite smell’.

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Hanging about in the hood

After a couple of hectic and exciting weeks away in Cornwall and entertaining visitors here we’ve actually quite enjoyed being at home on our own this week. I’ve had lots of writing and admin to catch up on, and it’s been nice having Brixham to ourselves again now that everyone’s gone home after half term.

On Monday afternoon, as the sun broke through the clouds and Arthur’s patience began to wane after I’d spent far too long at the computer, I thought we’d better get outside.

We didn’t go far – just to the little park on the other side of the coastguard cottages at first, where Arthur was very happy to run around in the grass and enjoy the view. He was looking particularly cute in his new summer cap and I couldn’t help but get a bit snap happy…

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He found some daisies, and as usual had to check out how they tasted.

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Even more exciting was when he came across a stick: he tried to dress it with his hat, though in the end decided it looked better on his head.

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This is my favourite shot I think – contented and a little pensive in the shelter overlooking the pool.

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Of course it wasn’t long before he persuaded me to take him down the steps to be a bit closer to the water. The pool was being cleaned (which made me feel better about not having made the effort to get our kit together for an inaugural dip), but as always Arthur loved taking a stroll alongside the mural.

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He was inching closer and closer to the sea though, and I soon gave in and took him down to the little beach at the end of the rocks. I don’t think I’ve actually been down there with Arthur before. There’s only really a beach at low tide, and if the wind’s been blowing in the wrong direction it can be a bit of a magnet for rubbish. But Monday afternoon was perfect – lots of sand and gently lapping water. Arthur was in his element.

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We didn’t last that long, as once he’d dipped his toes in the water he couldn’t resist sitting down – my reflexes were not quite quick enough so he ended up with a very damp bottom! As we’d been just nipping out I was of course completely unprepared.

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There was a bit of protestation as I whipped him up into the sling, but once he was there he was happy just to snuggle up as we strolled back home for supper. A perfect little jaunt, and one which I’m sure we’ll repeat many many times over the summer: just hanging about in the hood.

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Word of the Week: Ukulele

Today the word that sums up the week that was is:

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Those of you who’ve been with me since the beginning may remember that soon after Arthur turned one we bought him a ukulele in an attempt to satisfy his guitar obsession (and save his dad’s guitars!)

Well, turns out that was no short-lived fad – and recently he’s been taking his love of his ukulele to a whole new level. Arthur can’t bear to be parted from his ‘tar’ as he calls it (I think ‘ukulele’ might take him a while to master), so whilst we’re at home it’s never far from his side.

He’s been concentrating very hard on making sure his fingers are in the right place…

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And generally loving getting lost in the music!

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He’s adopting an increasingly amusing range of costumes to enhance his performance…

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And even perfecting his rock star pout.

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I, however, am starting to get increasingly aware that my total lack of ukulele skills are not exactly going to be very inspiring to him. I’ve bought myself a kids ‘learn to play’ book, but I’m really not getting very far… Fortunately together we’ve discovered some incredible players like Jake Shimabukuro, Honoka & Azita and The Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain. He’s been taking some general tips from Mumford and Sons too: The Road to Red Rocks has been this week’s favourite.

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Arthur loves to watch and listen, either sitting very still as he takes it all in or dancing and playing along. And I’m just fascinated with his burgeoning love affair with this instrument – and very curious to see how it develops!

 

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D is for daddy

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Daddy is a new thing: up until a couple of days ago it was dada, but now Arthur has started saying ‘dadeee’ – super pleased with himself, and even cuter than usual. Whichever way he puts it, watching the relationship grow between my man and our baby has to be one of the best things about being a mum. I especially love it when Leigh wears Arthur in the sling. I’m not sure why – I think perhaps because I know that for me there’s nothing that comes closer to the feeling I had when I carried our baby inside me for nine months. It’s pretty incredible to know Leigh gets to share that.

Whilst we’re on the subject of dads, I just have to share this picture I found of me and my dad on a ferry to the Scillies many many years ago. Vintage babywearing at its best!

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