sensory regulation
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Who won the World Cup in 2018?

No blog about my son would be complete without a blog post about football. This is actually the second post I write about his love for football, the first being Who plays for Millwall that used to play for Middlesbrough? All boys love football don’t they, supposedly, that is certainly the stereotype anyway and so… Continue reading
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How many bits of air are there?

We were in the car one day, and going out as a family and I could hear my son breathing quite heavily and he asked…… “How many bits of air are there?” My son loves numbers, he always wants to know how many things there are, how things are measured etc so this question didn’t… Continue reading
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What Time is it? Part Two!

The question What Time is it? was the basis of this blog, it was my very first blog post (What Time is it?). From around 3 years old, my son started asking this question over and over again. And not just a couple of times a day—literally hundreds of times. He would ask it three or… Continue reading
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Does Science Matter?

It was 8:10 p.m. on a school night, and I was battling to get my son to bed. Every step of our bedtime routine felt like climbing a mountain. He was distracted, frustrated, and constantly delayed. I still clung to the idea of a 7 p.m. bedtime, though he was older now, and the summer… Continue reading
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London and The Many Many Questions of my Child!

As you may already be aware we went to London last week for our summer holiday. Last year we went to Menorca (When the sun sets where does it go?) I can’t actually remember when we decided on London but we did and as it neared closer I honestly thought what the hell have we… Continue reading
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Can you say this?

Somewhere along the line, and most of the time I’m not entirely sure how but my son, or maybe I do, starts little rituals that start off small but over time become a major issue. I say issue because this insignificant small ritual grows until it dominates his whole life…..and mine….and there are several of… Continue reading
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Why do you look like a skeleton?

It was 5pm on a Saturday and my son asked me… “Why do you look like a skeleton?” And when he asked me this I could do nothing but laugh because my son was absolutely right. I did look like a skeleton. I was absolutely dead on my feet. Dead. On. My. Feet. And I… Continue reading
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Are you 41 now?

It was my birthday on Wednesday and at 6.30am my son woke up and the first thing he said was happy birthday. Then he asked… “Are you 41 now?” And I was indeed 41. He said he had been thinking about it all night. We had a normal morning and he went to school. This… Continue reading
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Can we restart?

It was the Sunday before the Monday going back to school after the Easter holidays and I was trying not to get anxious about what might unfold. My son had a hard time with school avoidance and after two weeks off the thought of going back was overwhelming for us both. But I was more… Continue reading

