On the eve of school and other stories

It's finally upon us - the first day of Kindy (as kindergarten is called at Tom's new school) is tomorrow.

Working out Tom's schooling up here in Edinburgh was a major deal for us - a big leap into the unknown. It took us away from Tania with all her incredible personal support and marvellous liaision work with the school in Ruddington and it took us away from a group of teachers and professionals who took the time to work Tom out and to ease his transition into the mad world of pre-school.

Finding the Steiner school has made what threatened to be an anxious period somewhat more straightforward.

Describing Steiner to family and friends has been a humorous experience. There have been a couple of 'in the know' friends who have responded with unbridled enthusiasm and cries of 'if only we could...'. A small number think we might be joining a cult and there are those who've needed potted summaries from the ground up.

And it hasn't been so easy to explain beyond a phrase I've found myself using time and again - 'I wish I'd gone there' and I'm so pleased that Tom has that opportunity.

It is the type of school that upholds and lives by those ideals you ponder on and yearn for when you despair of the commercialisation and materialism that so readily engulfs childhood. It is the type of school that will permeate into our lives in ways that prehaps other schools wouldn't and in ways that can only benefit us all.

I think I'm more excited than Tom...

Anyway... the last of Tom's birthday treats arrived at the tail end of last week. I took Friday off and we went to see 'The Gruffalo' - a play based on the hugely influential (in our house at least) book of the same name. Tom was stunned into silence again - barely moved for the full 50 minutes. Live theatre is so much easier than movies or TV for him language-wise, it is hardly surprising that it has the hold on him it does.

A second treat followed on Saturday... Safari Park time and, most importantly, an opportunity for Trevor to meet the family.

Trevor the giraffe is so important that we have a spare. He's in the back of a cupboard somewhere with gleaming white fur and well distributed stuffing. He no longer looks anything like the original and we have developed a whole 'health spa for giraffes' cover story should we need to carry out the exchange.

Anyway - Tom showed a great deal of enthusiasm for the animals... at least until he saw the dodgems and other fairground attractions. The first chink in this new-found enthusiasm for all things natural came in the rhino enclosure where, having seen his fill of these beasts and the graceful antelope that also lived there, he glanced out of the back window and shouted excitedly

'Look!! A Mercedes!!!'

Yes - more interested in the car following us. He's a proper boy isn't he?

A timely reminder on a Friday evening

The three of us sat down for dinner a couple of hours ago (we still have a table and just enough crockery to perform this daring feat - nigh on everything else is already in Edinburgh). Nik and I were putting a few work issues to rest when Tom piped up.

'Hey - what are you two talking about?'

'We're talking about work sweetie'

'Well stop talking about that!'

'OK - so what do you want to talk about?'

A big smile broke across Tom's face
'I want to talk about cars! - Let's talk about the noise a big engine makes!'

Yay. It's the weekend. Down tools everyone.

Happiness is a Car-shaped cake

On Saturday my parents came over for a barbeque. They brought a cake for Tom because the old man had seen it and couldn't resist. And because they rarely have to deal with the consequences of the sugar rush that follows.

They don't have to buy Tom's affection through the provision of Lightning McQueen-shaped gifts but clearly figure that there's no harm in shoring up their stock once in a while.

Anyway, I couldn't decide which picture best captured the essence of Tom's excitement so I thought I'd leave it to you and see if it drums up a few comments.

And to pre-empt the anticipated questions; yes that is a knife he's brandishing. Mum and Nanny are just out of shot, ready to head off any manic activity...

The mouth was consumed first, then the headlights and then the wheels. The sponge is something of an after thought; Tom is happiest just working through the icing. That's where the biggest buzz is.

Men and Motors

Tom and Nik found themselves in the magazine aisle of one of our local supermarkets over the weekend. He was offered a choice of comics as a treat for being just so darn cute. His Mum tried to steer him to this:

He was having none of it - and, frankly, I can see why. Justin and Sarah-Jane have always made me nervous while Stephanie... she's just a little too fast for my liking.

So after a little tooing and frowing he came home with this highly commendable pre-school reading:
It wasn't his first choice mind; he had his eyes set on something far more glossy from the high end of the automotive press range.

I'm thinking - forget saving for college fees; what our boy needs is a downpayment on a lockup under some disused railway arches and he'll be set for life. The motor trade for you son (pronounced 'saaaaan' in my best East End) - do your learning in the university of life.