Now I'm going to read a book

Blogging against the clock, here. Blogging like the wind.

Mabel is taking her first nap in four days, and will probably wake up any moment. This morning she had her Best Day Ever at school, and for the first time, didn't want to leave the playground the moment I arrived. I hope a corner has been turned.

It seems as if she's turning corners on several fronts right now. The crazy mama-centricity is wearing off just a little; she may be giving up her naps; and she's showing some signs of interest in using the toilet for its intended purpose. I don't want to say anything about that, for fear of jinxing.

She's still screeching, but that's little girls for you. She's still waking up every two hours (at the outside) until I stay in bed with her, but that's life around here. If her falling-asleep time moves permanently to 7.00 or thereabouts rather than 8.30 or later, as happens any day she hasn't napped, some changes will have to be implemented or I'll miss my pilates class every Wednesday. I'm payed up as far as Christmas, so that's not very reasonable.

I walked to school and back again today, at a slightly more leisurely pace this time. If I can do it twice a week, that will be - well, more exercise than I've taken in a while, that's for sure. I can feel the hill in my glutes the next day in a way that I never do after pilates.

Monkey brought home his first school report last weekend. They get them quarterly, I guess. He was marked PR for proficient in every subject except PE, where he only got an Improving (or something; whatever the next one down was). I find this amusing, since running and jumping and so on are what he likes best, and I wonder what he's done to piss off the gym teacher. Or maybe the gym teacher just doesn't give PRs on principle, unless you're the fastest kid in the class. Either way, I'm quite entirely unconcerned. I also had a word with his class teacher on Friday - she's normally seeing the bus kids onto the bus, so we walkers don't see her at the front door at home time - and she told me he's getting on great, takes his time with his work, is quite the perfectionist. That's one way of putting it, I suppose.

He's happy; she's happy; we're all happy. School is good.