Katy performing in her music group end of year concert.
July 2015 in Chorlton.
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Summer is for singing
Dodgy video of a dodgy choir ... lots of noises off (including a very vocal baby) but since it was made by the doting father of the alto standing next to me, it happens to feature lots of close-ups of yours truly as well! I'm doing the solo intro/outro to I dreamed a dream . (There's a spoken introduction you might want to skip over.) Library summer concert 2015 - Les Miserables medley
As the sun sinks slowly in the west ...
We love our big, west-facing kitchen, with its picture window that frames the sunset. Yesterday Katy was walking in a straight line in the kitchen, in a purposeful manner. "What direction am I walking in, Mummy? " - Well Katy, what direction does the sun go down in? "In the west" - And where do we see the sun go down in this kitchen? (Big grin) "In the sky? " - Do you want a slap, Katy? "YES PLEASE! " Katy showing off her strawberry-sweet tongue.
In the swim
Katy did an intensive swimming course in the first week of the Easter holidays, and enjoyed it so much she asked me to sign her up for another one this week. On the second day the instructor said she should move up to the next class, and today it's official: KATY HAS SWUM A WHOLE WIDTH ON HER BACK. She's very pleased with herself, and so are we. It makes me smile that just like me, she prefers swimming on her back.
Brazilian carnival
The last week of term before Easter 2015 was Brazil week at school. Although Katy has often complained about school of late, she really engaged with this theme - with the result that she got a 'good news certificate' for "super work during Brazil week". Head dress, mask, flag, shaker, and 'good news certificate'.
Theory of mind
Katy has always had an impressive memory for details, and a great vocabulary. Once (when she was just 5) Owen asked her how she could remember so many words, and she explained her own model of how her memory worked: all the words were stored on shelves in her brain, and a little eye went along the shelves seeking the word it needed at any one time. My memory, by contrast, is rather less than impressive, and the rest of the family often sigh in exasperation "Your memory is like a sieve". This evening she was trying to make sure I would remember her instruction about something, and suggested "Make the thought so wide that it can't get through the holes in the sieve."