The weekend came and went. Mikey had his very first Aikido class on Saturday morning, after a little bit of rush because I had misread the starting time. Luckily the dojo is very close to our apartment so we threw on some clothes and ran over, managing to make it there 5 minutes before the class began.
Tentative at first, he soon warmed up and began learning important moves such as how to roll and fall properly. For a little boy who often has trouble with motor function he was slow to get the hang of some of it but he did well in his first class, he practiced a couple of moves in the dining room when we got home and is eager to go back again next week for his second beginners class.
Easter Sunday was a beautiful, bright, day and the Easter bunny had hidden some eggs around the house and brought a basket with a couple of books, some chocolate, and had written some clues for finding the hidden eggs.
In the basket was Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein and The Twits by Roald Dahl. I loved Roald Dahl as a child and I hope that Mikey enjoys this book as much as I did, I think that the silliness and naughtiness of the story will appeal to him a whole lot.
We also haven’t really read very much poetry together, so what better to celebrate National Poetry Month than to read some? I’m not really a fan of Shel Silverstein’s The Giving Tree, it has been recommended to me by a number of different people but I actually find it a little creepy (honestly I could go on and on as to why I don’t like it, at least as a book for children, but I’ll refrain for now!). But after some twitter chat and suggestions from Amy, and having a quick look at the poems myself, I think that Where the Sidewalk Ends will be great to read together.
We ate cinnamon rolls at home for brunch, there was so much sugar on Sunday that I think we’ll need the week to recover!