Tuesday, August 23, 2005

A quick Poem

Just a quick poem I made up the other day while finishing my supper and relevance to H.

Life with a nearly-2-Year old

All drinks will be spilt
All items must be thrown
Things that can open will be opened
Things that close will be closed
All ‘Yes’s’ will be ‘No’s’
And all ‘No’s’ ‘Yes’s’

Tears will be smiles
Thoughts are second guesses
All anger will be love
All love will be shown
Life is one experiment
The answers yet unknown.

Strange experience now, all children are in school now, M and H at daycare and S at 'compulsory' school. So I shall start my Swedish course soon InshAllah.
H. very upset when I leave but apparently OK during the 3 hours and ate his lunch yesterday. However he doesn't look particularly pleased to see me when I pick him up. He's probably angry with me !
Home education on hold at the moment due to difficulties forming a group (i.e. most mum's working) and have missed this years application deadline (!). Anyhow S will still be getting his education in English from myself.
I have got S's new timetable which includes Somali, I shall have to double check that!

Thursday, March 24, 2005

Acute department (Again)

I haven't written a post for a long time, things have been very difficult recently, husband away a lot, chicken pox, the usual colds. Anyhow I think the last time I wrote it was about peas, now H had another trip to exactly the same room as he was damaged by the living room radiator. I did not see what happened but S was apparently carrying him and slipped and bumped into the rather pleasant looking but obviously lethal old fashioned radiator. H sustained a bad cut to his top lip and resembled a rugby player who had come off worse in a brawl. Blood was everywhere and he was screaming so much the nurse on the end of the emrgency number could barely hear me. In the end I took him in the ambulance, and one of the worst parts was having to leave the other two alone in the flat with the neighbours (who I could not ever say are friends unfortunately. Maybe this experience could be a help) popping in now and again. Anyway he was seen very promptly, given a sedative and then being uncharacteristically friendly to the doctor and nurses due to the drugs, soon changed his mind when the anaesthetic was given, and stitches sewn (4).
Now he has a very swollen top lip and when we got back home he had his first ever proper tantrum, as I had had to take my mobile phone away from him. (I found out later this mood swing was due to the medication). Screaming, hitting, scratching, throwing of remotes controls ensued. I had never seen him this angry.
Now he is ok but I'm not looking forward to when he has the stitches removed.
Despite this major setback H is talking a lot more now: "juice", "computer" (puter), "go out", "go up" and many more. He's also being like M and potty training himself, as he undresses himself, including nappy. The only drawback is the lack of potty. It's somewhere in the cellar, but he actually manages quite well on the toilet, and if he doesn't succeed on one he toddles off to try on the other one !

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Pincer skills just a bit too good

I've finally mangaged to get them into bed at a reasonable hour for the first time in ages, so I have some time and a bit of energy to write this.
Well last Sunday saw a trip to the acute department for young H. He's recently found his finger fits up his nose, and instead of the usual extractions, he found picking up peas and inserting them more interesting. I had managed to get two out, and only after a phone call with my mum, talking about boys ending up in casualty for a variety of reasons (including peas up noses), that I decided to recheck his nostrils before putting him to bed. There it was the third pea, much brighter green than anything that should have been there. So I rang the advice line and they said I had to take him to the A and E department. Dubiously I left and AlHamduLillah my mother in law could stay with the other two who were asleep ( husband still in sunny Singapore). I say dubious as H was in A and E last summer on a Sunday night due to a suspect rash, which meant a long, long wait. Anyway this time they were not busy so there was hardly any wait and H had fallen asleep in the car on the way. Then a nice Spanish doctor had to wake him up in a very unpleasant way by sticking a metal stick with a hook on the end to get the pea out. Unsurprisingly H was none too pleased about this ! The accompanying Swedish nurse was quite surprised at the pea as it was not like typical Swedish ones (relatively big). It was actually from a packet from the Muslim supermarket we go to, and the doctor said peas were also like that in Spain. I couldn't believe the nurse had never seen a petits pois before ! Anyway I've got some Swedish ones now which I think won't fit in the nostrils (yet). She was also surprised he'd got three up there (as was I). The lesson is also to be learned that these sort of foods (well actually all food) requires supervision at all times ! I had given him the peas to keep him busy while I served the other two's food ! I was pleased that they had been eaten up so well, but not as many had gone into his stomach as I had thought !
Generally I'm pleased at S's reading progress. He's doing the Peter and Jane at the moment, which I think he finds a bit boring, but he likes the achievement of reading a whole book with hardly any help. He didn't like today's book, which was telling him what he likes ('You like the dog, you like Jane '- oh not girls that cannot be true !)
M annoyed S the other day by recognising the word 'ball' before S got round to reading it.
S not particularly happy going to school still, but I can see why as when I drop him off it is usually the first playtime and some of the older boys taunted him, obviously not so clever to do it in front of me. I gave the boy a piece of my mind (in English but I think he got the message, and I managed to tell him to apologise in Swedish, which he did). I felt a little bad as the supervising assistant then went and told him off aswell. S. reacts intensively to any sort of comment and the children have learnt this. Unfortunately a friend he seems to have at the moment was off today (due to a cactus having pricked his finger according to S) who I was pleased S was happy to play with.