Coming home, after Beltane in Scotland, was an eventful and scary event. As mentioned I fell asleep at the wheel while driving down the M11. Queenie was beside me and, thank the gods, she was awake and calmly said my name several times to wake me. Apparently, I'd overtaken a lorry too - except I have no memory of this. I have always wondered how anyone can fall asleep while driving; it is far too easy and I will never attempt to drive such long distances without proper breaks again. My only real memory is Queenie saying my name; the sound of the wheels going over the lines/bumps of the shoulder lane and jerking awake; split second awareness of the barrier and swerving back onto the motorway. It wasn't until home and in bed that the seriousness hit me properly, which is good, I don't think I could have continued to drive had it at the time.
The week since arriving home has been pretty miserable. I've been run down with a tummy bug that left me listless and feeling incredibly sorry for myself. Rye, bless his heart, has been wonderful getting on with playing and entertaining himself.
His verbal abilities are improving and his number recognition is excellent. He also recognises a few letters, particularly "A", "B", "T" and "S". He's saying "mum-eeee" a lot more too, which is fabulous as he's never said it much. Has to be one of the most beautiful words in the world! As his vocabulary expands I am encouraging him to say simple sentences; "Mummy, read please", "Mummy, busicuit please." Rather than pointing and saying "read" or "please"
He is telling me what things are that he draws now too; be it birds, a letter or a tree. That he can write "A" was very suprising and his "S" wasn't too bad either; autonmonous learning at its best because I've not sat and tried to show him how to write - I thought he was too young, interestingly this has come about from the crochet book I have that has the patterns to crochet the alphabet!