Autumn Evening

 Lately I haven't been very patient with Cami.  But last week, just before bedtime, I looked out the window & decided to grab the camera & go for a walk in the fields.  Cami came with me.  Despite the chill, it was a really good half-hour.

 

Reception for Rosie

Dressed for school, playing with her favorite guy (who is still in his pjs).

 So, this post is six weeks late.  But Rosie's going to school a year earlier than your average American child, so it equals out.

Reception, the British equivalent of kindergarten, begins at age 4.   When I type that, my American self says "That's so little!  I didn't start kindergarten until I was 5 & I was only at school in the afternoons!"

But....Rosie was so ready.  She's been going to Featherbank twice a day for most of her life.  So, she was happy to put on her uniform & head to school with Graham.

The body language in this & the next photo says so much about how Graham & Rosie are friends.

Sorry that Graham is a bouncing blur.  I absolutely love Rosie's face in this photo.

In the school grounds.

Waiting for the doors to open.

 Six hours later, she emerged, full of enthusiasm.

Holding her "I survived my first day of reception" certificate.

The enthusiasm continues.  She makes Mrs. Gunn, her wonderful teacher, laugh.  She's clearly popular because other parents come up to me & ask, "Aren't you Rosie's mum?"  I've seen her run toward classmates before the school gates open, just to have a few extra moments of playtime.  She loves to be alive and reception is a great place to do some of that living.

Robin Hood's Bay

 

We did fulfill Graham's summertime wish to go to the seaside.  It's just taken me three months to show the world. 

Karate Kid

I walked into our dining room & announced to Jason, "Rosie is amazing.  She says things that have never been uttered before."

He knew something funny was coming, "What was it this time?"

As she made her hands into "blades" she declared, "Mom, this is a perfect day to say 'Hai-ya!'";

Daddy's Girl

Lucky #3.  Gracie really loves her daddy.

Yorkshire Skies

We learned about Spofford Castle last week.  Technically, it's the ruins of an old Manor, but I'll go with what the locals call it.  It's just part of the community park in a prosperous farming village about 10 miles from our house.  And it makes for great sky shots.

Little Aristocrat

Jason:  Graham, where do your Moshi Monsters live?

Graham:  In this house, of course!

Jason (picking up a small cardboard box Graham had cut the top off):  Is this their bed?

Graham:  Definitely not!

All my child needs is a monocle, a pipe, and a tweed jacket....