Maths books are on the shelf and terms worth of English is printed and filed.
Pencil case is decorated
Uniform is bought, labelled and ironed
Bag is packed and ready
There is a lot left undone but having stalled all summer until we knew whether Jack was going I was left with 5 days to uniform shop for Jack and prepare the skeleton of a curriculum for Sam and I don’t think I’ve done too bad.
If I am honest I may have done better if I hadn’t spent so long playing with my new blog. With Jack moving on it is time for me to do the same (blogwise anyway). Still very much a work in progress but working on turning it into a bit of a resource as well as a blog.
Anyway it is half 11 and I have to be up for the school run tomorrow so goodnight (and don’t forget to follow us here from now on )
One of the big ‘things’ of the summer for the boys have been playing with making videos. Which means I am forever losing my camera and when I do find it and start uploading the pictures it takes for ever as there are over 100 pictures and 10 video clips every time . Here are a couple of tasters of what I’ve had to put up with.
One of the things they (well Jack really) are very keen on is the idea of stopframe animation. So the last time I found a load of photos on there I downloaded some software and strung them together. A five minute effort (bus was due) with no timing or music. But they’re happy and if we get the time we will have a proper play this week.
Jack is on a 3 day magic and circus skills workshop in Gosport and is loving it. While he was there on Tuesday Sam and I went to the Submarine Museum.
The walk to the museum takes us through one of the many local marinas (and very pretty it is too).
Haslar Creek, and time for me to display my ability to recall pointless facts. One theory behind the origins of the phrase ‘up the creek without a paddle’ comes from when sailors were brought up Haslar Creek by boat to the Naval Hospital in Nelson’s time often to die. The location of the site made it into a sort of prison so even those who recovered could not escape and desert.
We opted not to tour the Submarine at the museum as it was busy and ticket are valid for a year so we’ll go back. Instead we stuck to the science galleries
They have a Horrible Science exhibition on at the moment which we were looking forward to but was actually dull. We love the Horrible History stuff and the Geography but the science doesn’t work anywhere near as well somehow, it should the subject matter is there but… The exhibition didn’t seem to contain any actual ‘science’ just cartoons. Good for some kids I suppose but Sam much preferred the permanent — not child focused — gallery.
It was Make and Take day so we stopped to make …
Jolly Roger — also the flag of submarines. If you click on the picture it will take you to a site with info on what the symbols.
Horrible Science inspired bag
When we got home we spent ages playing with bubbles (I was blowing so no photos) and Jack did some juggling practice.
…on Saturday we posted off the form applying for a school place for Jack for September. Those who know us in real life know that this has been bubbling along for a while. He wanted to go, then he didn’t, (repeat over and over) then he wanted to go but not until next Sept (to Secondary).
Anyway he came back from having tea at a friend’s a week ago desperately keen to go, and with time not on our side it was now or never, so off went the form.
Those of you who know me, know I was really upset when it first came up back in January but I’ve long since adjusted to the idea and can see definite advantages, particularly for Sam who has had to play second fiddle for so long. I’m looking forward to socialising and joining in home ed group activities again (they were a pain to do with Jack in tow) and throwing away timetables and structure (which Jack needs) and being able to embrace a more go with the flow approach. Academically wise Jack is bright and will do okay wherever and he has a nice group of friends who all go to the local school.
Slightly miffed that he waited until the day nearly £100 of course books arrived (that he had helped choose) and after I’d sat up until gone midnight three days on the trot developing a wonderful interactive spreadsheet/calendar for keeping track of his work (not that he was supposed to know of course but I was immensely proud of it ). And most frustratingly that the decision came as a result not of one of the many considered debates we have had on the subject but from outside prodding. Won’t dwell on that though as no point getting cross, it can’t be undone.
But if he is going, and I think he’ll never settle until he at least tries it, then now is definitely the best time. I think he’ll love it and I might get to see a school nativity play . Hope the paper work goes through quick though as I really don’t fancy having to do all the uniform shopping and prep in the last week of the holidays.
When we put our request in for Olympic tickets we decided to pick the venues rather than events– we were never going to get or afford front row tickets at the stadium to see Jess Ennis so we went for Wembley and Wimbledon. Failed to get Wimbledon but did get Wembley.
Women’s semi’s actually. France v Egypt
Stadium was wonderful. Brilliant seats. Lovely atmosphere (Sam was fascinated by the Mexican waves). Football was appalling in the first half, exciting in the second. Other people’s kids were a pain as ever. I nearly got stabbed in the eye by the Egyptian flag, enthusiastically waved by the very large, loud map next to me. Fabulous day.
Stayed the night in the worst hotel EVER. Travelodge out on the North Circular. Called itself Wembley but was a good hours walk from stadium. Spent a bit of time pottering around Wembley yesterday morning — it was dismal! I love London but not there.