As I’ve mentioned before we’re sort of toilet training Middle Child (who will be three in January, so, high time).
It’s been a really slack affair where I let him run around without a nappy for a day or two and I guess I was just hoping he’d sort of take himself off to the toilet.Or some kind of sign that he gets it. But there’s been nothing. He’d happily run and tell me AFTER the event that something had happened but never seemed to get it beforehand.
Last Friday we had our first school friend over (complete with Mum and sibling) for a playdate. I invited them over because for the first few weeks of Fin’s Prep experience we only ever heard about Billy (not his real name) this and Billy that. Most lunchtimes were spent sitting next to Billy and I was even pestered to buy the same things for the lunchbox that Billy was bringing to school (namely, those squirty yoghurts, which I bought once and never again).
The idea that teachers can put a stop to bullying of students is predicated on the notion that teachers aren’t themselves bullies or the victims of bullies. When that basic notion is found to be false we’re left to wonder how our children will learn to stand up to bullies or how the culture of bullying can ever be stamped out.
Every now and then, (not as often as I’d like!), we bloggers get an invitation to a lovely event where we can shake off our mummy mantle and pretend to be one of the beautiful people for a while. Last week was one such week for me.
I appeared on Kerri-anne again yesterday (and thank-you to my lovely cheer squad who said such nice things about me), but this time I was in the Sydney studio, which is just a little bit exciting for me. (Click through to see my appearance!) Continue reading