As promised Annika and I stayed home on Wednesday. Given that I'd stressed my back exercising too vigorously at aqua on Monday, in an attempt to keep warm in the too cold water, I was glad to take it easy. Annika asked whether I wanted to be the teacher or the student. I don't know why she asked. She ALWAYS wants to be the teacher. So I asked if I could be the disability student lying on the couch. "Of course grandma." So I did my times tables and wrote my story lying on my back. She marshalled the remaining six students, planned school excursions, gave us recesses and gold stars.
I took her home in the evening and had dinner with the Hewers. "Ooh, my favourite dinner," says Mathew hoeing in with gusto, spaghetti flying everywhere. That boy loves his food. I love his enthusiasm. I think he was born with a pogo stick up his bum, he jumps up and down so fast and so constantly he makes your head spin.
I'm at Skye's house today. The parents have bought two new peices of equipment for her, a travel cot that looks like something you would take up Mount Everest, an all enclosed pop up affair in black. I call it 'base camp'. She's going to have great fun with that when she's two. The other is a high chair that looks like a step ladder, it has no tray but can be set close to a normal dining table. She christened it this morning, little head bobbing back and forth, a big grin on her face. Pictures to come. Now she has somewhere to eat her rice cereal in. She had her first taste yesterday, did quite well. That's another kid who loves her food, any way it comes.
No rain for once. I look forward to taking her for a ride in the pram this afternoon.
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