"Xander is still in the mix!"
I officially have no more babies left. Xander is approaching three and a half years old now, time is racing by. Due to his tiny stature, as soon as he started moving around, the phrase 'Careful, Xander's in the mix!' became a family phrase whenever Xander approached the girls, especially if they were playing rough and tumble. Due to his size he was easy to scoop up and rescue, one hand in the midst of curls, arms, and limbs, usually would produce a wriggling little man squealing with laughter. My little buddy has completed his first review week: *Months of the year *Days of the week *Counts 1-100 *Counts down 10-1 *Counts in 10s, beginning to do 2x table *Basic mental maths addition 1-10 * Can rip paper, beginning to use scissors *Continents * Can read 80% of level one books unaided *Rainbow colours and mixing *Recognises animals who live on a farm *Beginning to know planets * Knows details on service vehicles He plays on his Fire Amazon tablet frequently, ...