
One of the big advantages of nursery was that we paid a set amount every month and the kids were looked after Monday-Friday 8-6 (not that we tended to be that early or late unless 99% of the time, but the option was there). And now Sophia is in school, so holidays are a time of scrambling about looking for options to keep her amused and busy so that we can both work.
This summer she's been to two weeks at the Commonwealth Pool (which does an hour of swimming every day, an hour in the soft play, and then a variety of crafts, outside play, etc. for the rest of the day, depending on the weather). There have been a variety of other kids there from her school, depending on the day, which she's enjoyed a lot.
Next week she's doing a week at Dancebase where they'll be putting on a musical performance of Matilda (I have no idea how that will go. I'm 50:50 on whether she'll throw herself into it and have fun, or if she'll bounce off of it entirely. Fingers crossed). Then a week at a holiday club doing a variety of exciting things (including street dance, the National Museum of Flight, martial arts, and a trip to a castle).
And then a week's holiday for the four of us, my two brothers and their families, and my parents. 13 people and two dogs, somewhere near Bath. And then back for more holiday club (Fringe, Zoo, a hill, and a day of "water activities" where we've been told to give her a change of clothing), and then back to the pool for the final two days!
All of which is dotted around the city, and means that I'm spending about 3 hours a day commuting back and forth. And, obviously, costs a fortune. Next week should be easier, as the place is kinda between home and work.
The other news is that toilet training with Gideon is going well! We thought there would be a lot of fighting, but he got the hang of things quickly, and we've had an average of one accident every 3 days, which really isn't bad. He's clearly trying, and they only happen when he gets too distracted. I'm delighted with how much he clearly cares about it, and how proud he is of being "a big boy". This even makes up for the night when I had to change a bed at 2am.