Wow, where did that week, or should that be 2 weeks since I last wrote a #littleloves post, go? It’s been a whirlwind of school appointments, days and nights out, flying solo again as the Mr has been working away all week and the general ‘busyness’ that comes with this time of the year.
On Tuesday morning my sister, my little nephew and I headed to my aunt’s for breakfast after the school run. I seriously need to get my snap happy teen round there, it’s like a show home. With views of the sea from floor to ceiling windows and the most amazing pieces of furniture, all sourced from charity and antiques shops and lovingly restored. It’s just gorgeous. The woman has her tv on an easel for goodness sake! Needless to say breakfast was rather a splendid affair, easily beating any fancy hotel breakfast I’ve ever had. Definitely need to make that one a regular occurrence that’s for sure.
I’ve also been making some headway in tracking down my ancestors. Both my nan and grandad on my mum’s side have some very common surnames for the area of London in which they lived, so tracing them and their families have proved rather challenging, but I think I’m finally cracking it. I’m such a huge history geek, I guess it’s inevitable I would be interested in genealogy. But I find it so interesting. I’ve learned so much about my family, where they came from, what they did, their heartache and celebrations, family ‘secrets’ and so much more. I even bought myself one of those Ancestry DNA kits in the Black Friday sale to see if it could help me go back even further. The moody teen actually found her dad’s side of the family through her DNA results, having not seen or heard from them since she was very young. So it’s amazing what they can lead you to.
Anyway, enough of my ramblings and onto my #littleloves:
I received a letter from this one’s school yesterday. Telling me they were delighted to tell me she was in the top 20 children in her year. Now that’s an achievement in itself. But when you take into consideration she moved country in July and went straight into year 11, having been abroad and being taught in various languages for the last few years. Picking her GCSE option subjects, not three years prior to taking them but just a year, coming in the top 20 of around 140 kids is one hell of a big deal. Needless to say, I was absolutely thrilled and may have shed the odd tear.
Book wise, I’ve got 2 rather different ones on the go. Some Kind of Wonderful by the lovely Giovanna Fletcher and The Couple Next Door. The first is perfect lose yourself chick lit and my go to bedtime read. I love the way Giovanna Fletcher writes and am rather thankful her books aren’t too ‘fluffy’. The second is my school run book. I can’t be the only one who has to get to school ridiculously early just to get a parking space. How I’d love to live close enough to walk to school. But at least I get to lose myself in a book such as this. And lose myself I have. I’m about two chapters from the end and it’s definitely got some twists and turns in it.
I also watched the little dude go crazy when his best friend surprised him with a visit last weekend. We don’t get to see him (and the rest of his family – his dad is the Mr’s best friend) as often as we might like, so we made the most of it with a fun day out on a little steam train where we just so happened to meet Father Christmas.
Reservations. Does that count? Last Friday my sister and I went out for dinner to a fantastic restaurant. Specialising in thalis (trays filled with numerous types of curries, plus rice, naan and dessert), it wasn’t your run of the mill Indian restaurant. The food was different, delicious and ridiculously cheap. As was the wine. Good job too as we had 2 bottles of it while putting the world to rights. It was such a good night, full of laughter and just what I needed. Seeing as it was the first time my sister and I had been out on our own in about 10 years, it’s something that will need repeating at least monthly.
Everything! It’s been so cold over the last few weeks I’ve been working the layered look, much like the Michelin Man. Not very sexy at the best of times, but needs must. I even found some seriously snuggly socks in Sainsbury’s the other day and they’ve definitely been keeping my toes warm lately.
We were certainly glad of all the layers on Thursday when it snowed. The first snow we’ve seen since we lived in Spain and drove up to the mountains in the Sierra Nevada. It didn’t settle, but snowed on and off all day. And it’s another first for the 5 year old. He was only just over a year old when we went skiing, so he doesn’t remember the snow and it’s definitely the first time he’s ever actually seen it snowing. His face was an absolute picture. It’s so funny experiencing things so many people take for granted and grow up seeing, with him for the first time. Especially as he’s that bit older, he’s so enthusiastic about everything. It really is a joy to watch.
We had both parents evenings over the last two weeks. First up was the little dude’s and both the Mr and I met with his new teacher. She was full of praise for him, telling us she was surprised how easily he’d picked everything up since starting at the school in September and had slotted right in. He’s a little maths genius apparently and his reading is brilliant. Another nice thing to hear was how well he had integrated with the kids in his class. They’d all known each other since they were in nursery after all. But she has no concerns about him and said he’s rather popular. All my worries about him were put firmly to bed in just five minutes.
Next up was the moody teen. We had appointments with all her teachers at her new school and they were all equally impressed with her since she started school. Having received that letter this week, now I know why. But they all said what a delight she was to teach, how she was making a real effort to catch up on work she’s missed in years 9 and 10 and how clever and determined she is. Considering this is the child I have to stand over to get her to even so much as pick up her revision, it was all rather lovely to hear.
Then this week we had the 16+ options evening. So not only has my poor girly had to choose her GCSE options 8 months before sitting her exams, she now has to decide, by the 17th December, whether she wants to stay at school and do her A Levels. Do them elsewhere, or go to college and opt for a more vocational qualification. The evening itself was very informative and went some way to help her decide what kind of path to choose, but she was still a bit overwhelmed with the enormity of it all. I on the other hand, rather want to go back to school and do it all over again. There’s so many more subjects to choose from these days.
We’re off to see Father Christmas again tomorrow. Yes, I know he’s already seen the big guy. But I couldn’t resist. This weekend is all about getting into the festive spirit for us, so why not.
Have a great weekend whatever you get up to.