We’ve done the first week back at school after half term. N couldn’t wait to go back, he was excited to see his friends, although he did worry that daddy wouldn’t be able to manage on the farm without him.
They’ve hit the ground running, and with the first term focusing on listening and being aware of sounds, they’ve now started learning phonics. It really feels like he’s now learning properly rather than just playing all the time.
N’s not told me how they’re learning them (I know they’re doing Read Write Inc – I must find the flashcards I’d bought). But he’s already done 2 letters, and brought home 2 worksheets to practise writing them out.
There was no note to explain how or what we should be doing with them, so I’ve just encouraged N to have a go at writing them. He took the first sheet back in and was told to keep it at home, so I’m presuming it’s just to practise at home.
Of course, N wanted to do things his way. After afterschool club pick up, I suggested we do the worksheet straight away. Half of it was done (following the shadow letters), but he refused to do the freehand practise. We agreed he could have a sweet for doing the first lot (not sure the dentist will love me for that for 26 letters!), but he’d have to do the freehand part in the morning before school.
Next morning I come downstairs, and the worksheets have already been completed with perfect m’s and a’s. It turns out that N didn’t want anyone to watch him doing it. We’ve also been working out what words and items being with those letters. His favourite thing seems to be names…I could run out of name suggestions soon.
So far so good, hopefully he’ll enjoy learning them and retain the information he’s been taught.
N’s never made an effort to make friends. It’s his best friend or nothing. But this week, he came home one day really proud, telling me that he’d asked some of the other children to play his game. And they did.
So he had to tell me all about it, who did play, who was busy playing elsewhere and had said no. I was told that he enjoyed playing with lots of people. Hopefully it gave him a bit of confidence in asking to play with others and inviting others to play with him and his best friend.
N’s school does quite a lot in, with and for the village. After Harvest Festival for the school in the church, they also invited people from the village to come and watch the performances at a special assembly in school. They’ve also planted bulbs on the village green, and then they’ve also been out selling poppies door to door.
I’d obviously not taken it in that they’d be doing it (I presumed it was in the newsletter), but N mentioned that he’d had a Freddo from the lady at the door.
Turns out that they were out selling poppies, and he and a girl from year 1 went to a house and the lady there bought a poppy sticker ‘because she already had a poppy, Mummy’. She then gave them a Freddo each.
I wondered what the school had said, but N just told me that they ate it after school at after school club.
I guess I really should start telling N that he shouldn’t be accepting things from strangers. Food would easily turn him if offered it. Usually I would be there (and I’m not sure where the school were supervising from).
I was quite impressed that he went at all to people’s houses. He’s not the bravest and most confident of children, although the girl he was with is. I asked if he’d done any talking, but he said that they’d both asked ‘would you like a poppy?’. It seems that if school tell him to do something he does it, which is good. Although hopefully he will challenge these requests in time as he gets older. I want him to have a bit of spirit without being into naughty and unmanageable territory.
Mud mud glorious mud
I always send in a spare change of clothes for N in with his PE kit. Luckily I do, because a couple of times previously he’s come home in PE shorts instead of his school trousers, or in his spare clothes…both times due to enthusiastic and intended water play.
On Friday I picked him up to find a bag with his school trousers and sweatshirt in. No water this time. Just a lot of wet sand. And when I say a lot, I mean a lot. He tells me he fell off the bike (I think he means the trike type of scooter they have), but the teacher took him straight inside to get changed.
At least the bag came home the same day. I wonder if it would have done if it had been after-school club people picking him up.
Another successful week of school after half term. How has your return to school been?