The boys ‘helping’ me with my studies

Boys on the desk
Reuben, Joshua and Isaac ‘helping’ me with my studies

 

For the next few days I’m on a course at work looking at DSDM Atern agile project management. It’s certified, so I have exams on Wednesday morning (foundation) and Thursday afternoon (practitioner).

When I got home last night, after dinner, I decided to sneak upstairs and get about 45 minutes of study in before the boys had to go to bed.

It turns out Reuben, Joshua, Isaac and monkey had different ideas and came to ‘help’ me study.

The writing’s on the wall

Foam bath letters on the tiled wall.
I like Isaac’s categorisation by colour.

This afternoon after Isaac had been to the loo, like the good boy he is, he dutifully washed his hands.

About 20 minutes later I stood at the top of the stairs and noticed he was still standing at the sink in the downstairs loo. But now he had the plug in and had filled it with warm water and fetched a few of his Octonauts toys.

“Would you like a bath?” I asked.

“Yeah!” he said, quite enthusiastically and moved operations from the downstairs loo to the upstairs family bathroom. Isn’t it just as well we’re an upstairs family.

The bath was run and in jumped a very happy Isaac, two Captain Barnacles, one Lieutenant Kwazii, a GUP-B and a GUP-D, and they were off for a proper adventure. None of this paddling around in a sink nonsense!

About ten minutes later I noticed that the play had stopped and it was quiet in the bathroom, apart from the gentle lapping of water and the sound of Isaac doing… well something. So I went to investigate.

Isaac is taking a real interest in numbers and letters just now. At nursery he now has to literally sign in by writing his own name. So when I poked my head around the bathroom door I was delighted to see that he had tipped out both tubs of foam letters and was arranging them, by colour, on the tiled wall. That’s my boy! We’ll make an information architect out of him!

I can’t quite decide, though, if the two ducks (one has a knight’s helmet on, by the way) are watching what’s going on or being punished and told to look at the wall.

In which Isaac tells a story about the sun and renames the days of the week

A very serious looking Isaac, aged 3 wearing a striped rugby shirt.
A very serious, but grown-up, looking Isaac (3).

The sun

Last night while putting Isaac (3) to bed he told me a bedtime story. It was about the sun. The sun, he told me, one day fell out of the sky into our garden.

“Please help me get back into the sky,” said the sun.

So Isaac got his small orange trampoline and the sun bounced and bounced on it until he was high enough to reach the sky again. And then he went to sleep. The end.

I think there’s a message there for all of us.

Days of the week

At bedtime this evening Isaac decided that he should rename all the days of the week. This began when he was lying in bed and said “The day after Thursday,” he said, “should be called Milksday!” I asked why and he told me that it was because he likes to have milk after he is thirsty. So Milksday should come after Thursday!

I had already told him that Thursday is named after Thor, the Norse god of thunder. So he decided that all the days of the week should have super hero names. Apart from Milksday, obviously.

Here’s his full list of days, starting with not-Sunday:

  • Batmansday
  • Hulksday
  • Ironmansday
  • Hawkeyesday
  • Thorsday
  • Milksday
  • Spidermanday (which he said could just be shortened to Spidey!)

I shall be submitting my suggestions to diary manufacturer Letts in the morning.

Walking Isaac to playgroup

Isaac in an orange jacket, carrying his monkey
“Can I get a photo of you, please, Isaac?” “Okay!”

One of my favourite things today was walking Isaac to playgroup.

We played “I spy” on the way; the colour edition.

Isaac: I spy with my little eye something the colour… red!

Me: Is it that red car in front of us?

Isaac: YES!

If you ever get to play “I spy (colour edition)” with Isaac, it’s usually a car. Or a lorry. Or a van. Or… you get the idea.