I love friday mornings, no work, no rushing, and breakfast with my G.
Whilst sat at the breakfast table yesterday, Grace asked me why my legs touch the floor and hers don't. I explained that firstly we were both Sat down, but also that as I'm an adult I have longer legs.
Her natural response was 'will my legs touch the floor one day when I'm an adult?'
Of course my instant reply was yes. But then I wondered about her potential final height...
We are due to see G's endocrinologist next month, and as her growth had slowed dramatically over the past 6 months, we expect the conversation to veer in the direction of growth hormone. Hopefully she'll tip the charts just over 5 foot one day with the magic growth injections. Hopefully she'll actually let us inject her. Every day.
Who am I kidding? I've visions of chasing her round the garden like my mum used to chase my brother after he'd lobbed his toys out of the bedroom window!
The adverse effects of a getting ready chart
In my last post I must have used the word tantrum at least 100 times... or at least it felt like it. So I decided that I needed strategies. Positive ones.
Rushing to leave the house for 7:10am three times a week causes a lot of stress for G. So after stumbling upon a genius little chart online, I decided to recreate one in the hope of alleviating the 7am meltdowns.
G loves a good chart. Especially one with velcro flaps! The 5 main morning tasks (brush hair, pack bag etc) each sit nicely under a flap, of which G gets to close and then open a well done flap once all tasks are complete. I think the satisfaction of ripping open/slamming shut the velcro is her primary motivation, but hey, whatever works!
As she needs continuity we decided that the chart will be used every morning, despite the fact the days 4-7 are somewhat less of a rush. However I did not anticipate that such a chart would have drawbacks....
5am the getting ready chart routine started today. Granted it wasn't 3am like last Saturday, but 5am is no 6:30am either.
Fully dressed including trainers and begging for toothpaste on her toothbrush before the cockerel had even crowed.
Downstairs wanting to pack bags and eat pre-match bacon sarnies by 6:15 am.
No tears though. Not a tantrum in sight.
Getting ready chart 1 - G tantrums 0.
On day 1 at least.
Grace LOVES, football. ADORES. HAS BECOME OBSESSED. That is all.
Conference coutdown
OK so it's actually just under 5 months away, but we've been lucky enough to receive a donation from a local charity to enable us to pay at least some of the costs. Conference is a vital lifeline for us, and I was determined not to miss out due to finances. Charitable trusts are a God send.
My tummy is fat
As we speak, G has combined her new favourite game of football coaches (hurrah, no lunch box game!), with having babies.
Currently stuffed up her football shirt is a pink, fluffy elephant. I'm not sure which to address first, that humans don't give birth to elephants. Or that she may not have a tummy baby at all.
Right back to little G and those bacon sarnies. Wiping her snot off of the window pane of the back door should be on her chart. Next job on my list instead....
Next entry amidst or post the June appointment frenzy!
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