And have a munch whilst enjoying the wordy rides at the "bringing up bilingual kids carnival"
I like the host's site loads. She is my mirror image (if you don't count the fact she is doing loads of languages cheerfully while I flop around bewailing just two) cos she is an Italian mummy abroad, so I find her perspective fascinating.
Enjoy yourselves whilst I bang my head against a brick wall trying to get Son of Thor to allow his kitten a little outside freedom without grabbing him every ten seconds and running back inside with him.
I'm videoing it. So when he is a teenager and wanting to go out at all hours I can play it back to him as a response to his "but WHY can't I go and be a dirty stop out ?".
You never know.
He might remember how he felt about letting Whiskers spread his wings and take pity on me by at least coming home, soberish, when I tell him to.
That's the plan.
Plan B is to put him in the freezer a few days a week to delay growth and keep him small so I don't have to face it for a few more decades. At least not till dementia sets in and I can't remember what I am supposed to be worried about.
How do mother's of teenagers cope with the letting go when their kids are high on enthusiasm and low on common sense ?
If I hadn't been such a bloody awful running off and getting married teenager maybe I wouldn't be in such a state about the future.
This is nemesis isn't it ?