Life with an eleven year old ‘gamer’ I really didn’t expect to have to deal with my children being influenced from an outside source as young as eleven years old. We haven’t even started high school. Yet, here I am, trying to tackle my son, who, up until five moths ago was a polite, calm, laid back kid who’s biggest problem was finding matching sock in the morning and throwing the odd strop bcause I hadn’t stockedthe cupboards up with enough chocolate biscuits.Then, like an unwelcome guest who moved in and took over our lounge (and wifi)…. Fortnitearrived!Before then he would take or leave the computer. He would play ten minutes here, half an hour there and then lose interest.H originally ‘sold’ Fortnite to me as a free game that he can play with his school friends, I agreed that he could download it. Since then, parenting my Fortnite obsessed son
Choosing to Tutor your child Year five has been a big year for me as a primary school parent. I have found myself constantly thinking about the twins education and what choices we will be making at the beginning of year six with regards to high school. I want to make sure that they are confident in their core subjects when they move up to secondary school. I personally think tutoring is a well worth expenditure. I was privately tutored in German when I was at high school. My parents were told by my German teacher that I would be lucky to scrape a D in my GCSE. My mum and dad decided that some of my problems might have been caused because the teacher and I had no chemistry whatsoever. So, I went to German tutor once a week for about 8 months before my GCSEs. I passed with
Baby Led Weaning Baby led weaning…..lets talk about this for a moment. This is a new concept for me. All my children were fed straight from a bowl, to their mouths, on a spoon (or sometimes direct from a pouch) by me. When Charlie was younger he choked on everything. Sometimes he brought it up himself, sometimes he needed a firm pat on the backand, and on one occasion our good friends, (who happen to be a doctor and nurse) had to hang him upside down to help bring up the offending food. That period of parenting left me mentally scared. After that, Mike and I chopped up his food into the tiniest pieces until he was about seven!!! I had to logically tell myself that if he copes ok at school then I should leave him to get on with it himself at home, but even then I struggled.
Supporting other parents **WARNING – I have wrote this post with a ten month old on my lap and my two year old bouncing on my legs playing horsey so please excuse any typos, bad grammar or spelling mistakes!****** I have only just started enjoying our lunch dates with the kids again. As soon as George turned fifteen months my usual calm, civilized diners started to resemble a scene out of Jurassic Park. The one where the T-Rex is flipping cars and tearing down fences while the humans watch George flung himself out of the high chair (those wooden ones are beyond pointless!). He would chew food up and then let it spill out of his mouth onto the table while telling me ‘Don’t like it’. Instead of the pasta Arribiata infront of him, he would have his eyes on my moules mariniere (and happily eat every one!). The floor