O, 3, has this new name for his breakfast jacket potatoes. He calls them the JPs. This is because alphabet questions are a regular early morning fixture now. "What's P for?" "What's J for?" "What else is J for?" So it goes. He also completed this number puzzle as soon as he woke up this morning and at the beach today was calling out the numbers on the beach huts.

O questions are pretty defining at the moment. For me they are the beginnings of a large part of our autonomous style of learning and, this the third time around, more relaxed into enjoying and indulging them. For his elder siblings though they interrupt crucial TV viewing. "How is Scooby flying?" "Why is Daphne doing that?" When they do not answer he asks again either louder or more slowly as if he is on holiday in a foreign country struggling to make himself understood.
E, 5, is totally back on Peter and Jane, asking to read to me again late yesterday afternoon. 3 pages. His concentration noticeably improving. The key is being available for him when he asks. Not to everyone's taste for sure.
S and I watched another Agatha Christie last night. Feeling a little gutted I gave away my box set but they seemed to be on TV pretty regularly. We got to talking 1930s architecture and have discovered a London tour based on Poirot filming locations. Added it to our Autumn list.
Today has been a Grandma beach day. Yesterday's afternoon car journey provided a siesta catalyst that has been missing these past few home days so E and O were awake well past me last night.
We started off at windy Goring and walked along to see the fisherman selling his catch but it was all too sad for S, 7, the whole place holding memories of friends who she doesn't see anymore so, after hot chocolate and brownies in the bus we headed along the coast to nearby Clymping where we took the seashore spotters guide to identify this cute sea bindweed and spent a while talking about interesting rocks and stones. My PB was an eyeball stone S found.
Reminded me of the hippo stone that landed TDO with a customs stop. A very different beach day to the sunny lilo in the sea at Witterings of our previous Tuesday but still cool nonetheless.
















































