Four year old rises above maternal crank. Again.

I’ve just spent two whole days in a row reading nothing but Dutch. The experience has made me realise just how long it is since I last did this. Besides being exhausted my brains are a train-wreck of word fragments and meanings. And cranky.

Poor Jacob has had a whole day of being told what he CAN’T do, over and over again, and has borne it all very patiently for a boy with a snotty nose and expectations of gezelligheid and train track building.

He also did exceptionally well at piano today, adding minims to his existing repertoire of crotchets with ease and aplomb! Ta-ah and ta!