Two girls makes for the happiest family, apparently. You wouldn’t have known it in our house this morning.
“Millie’s touching me!”
“Amber’s within three miles of my bedroom!”
“Millie’s violating my airspace!”
“Amber’s not heeding the terms of the UN convention on human rights!”
“Millie’s genetic code is the same as mine!”
“Amber exists at all!”
In other news, Millie got her interim school report the other day which had its good and bad points. The good points were all to Millie’s credit: she tries extremely hard, particularly in Reading and Writing, slightly less so in Arithmetic.
The bad, such as they are, is that while she’s doing just fine in Reading she’s behind in both Writing and Arithmetic. I felt bad for the poor girl when I read this. Overwhelmingly proud that she’s trying so hard, but slightly sad that her results weren’t reflecting this.
These are the times when I remind myself about Millie’s rough start in life and that she’s technically over a year younger than some in her class. I wasn’t sad about Millie – don’t misunderstand this – she’s a happy little girl, bright as a button, and her school are recognising that it’s not lack of effort holding her back, rather I was sad for her.
But the Lovely Melanie, wise as ever, pointed out that sheer effort will take you an awfully long way in life, and as long as Millie’s trying then she’ll be fine. 🙂