Beaver Boy is having a good patch.
Last week, he received a Headmaster's Award for Courage at school. Handed to him by the headmaster, in full assembly. The boy was proud.
He also got a Star of the Week at Drama classes that Saturday. And this week, he was awarded Merit Card for helping a mother at the school who was looking for something she lost, of his own volition. Proud again. He has also learned to button his shirt.
Yes, he's having a good patch. He's happy, cheeky, boisterous, and very busy learning his lines for this year's Shakespeare play. He has 5 solo lines, and then about 20 as part of the Chorus, which I assume involves a big group. Possum is learning his lines too, so it's all Ye Olde English in this house at the moment. The kids are doing shows again and they've even started writing their own plays in the school playground at lunchtime play. Finally something at lunchtime play Beaver loves to join in with. Today he took a silly hat for their play, in which he plays "a baddie". That's all I know. That's all I need to know. His class is playing something, and he's a part in it. Unbelievable.
But the most amazing development is in the bedroom.
Beaver is sleeping in his own bed again!
Two weeks ago he suddenly decided that he would like to sleep in the same room as his brother, so they get to chat in the dark together. We put the boys to bed, fully expecting Beaver to turn up after some minutes. He didn't . We figured he'd come when we go to bed. He didn't. We expected it to last only one or two nights. It's been more than two weeks now.
I've probably jinxed it by posting about it today, but we're starting to get hopeful here.
And we're enjoying the new found freedom of being able to go into our bedroom to get a jumper. There are no longer bedsheets on the sofa.
We still live in wonder at such mundane things...
I know you can't quite believe it either. So tonight, I'll take a picture. Ok?