My 8 year old daughter came home with her workbook excited to show me her newest work… Proverbs…
As I went through the list I thought I just had to share her view on what needed to be filled in to complete the given proverbs 🙂
We must learn to walk… where we can see
His bark is worse than … his looks
Silence is … what we must do
It’s no use crying… when you are dying
Birds of a feather… can lay ten eggs
The apple doesn’t fall… because it’s stuck
The early bird… falls off the tree
Too many cooks…. and I won’t go hungry
A new broom… will fly away
In Rome you do… what they tell you to do
Better late… when you have an excuse
Empty vessels… holds the flowers
Many hands make… trouble
Tell the truth and… you’ll be fine
Knowledge is… a genius
Let’s hope she’ll learn the proper ones soon…lol
Being ever so blond, I forgot to publish this post I did last year… Rather late than never 😉
After an entire year of driving the girls up and down to their drama lessons, we are finally going to see them on stage.
I have had my doubts about the benefits of these drama lessons as almost everything gets covered in an even more dramatic way than ever before. The girls absolutely love all things music and singing and they both love their drama lessons. I honestly think they were born more dramatic than most, so not so sure if sending them to drama has been a good thing 😉
But seeing them all dolled up and dressed does give me tingles all over and makes me forget all the dramatic tears over the smallest spot of blood or something for the briefest moment…. Sigh, they are so super adorable.
I must admit that this climax to a year of preparation will also give me a much needed break from the constant rehearsal at home. I always explain to people that when I tell the girls to stop singing around the house, it’s not because I don’t appreciate their angelic voices, but hearing any angelic voice for breakfast, lunch and supper does leave me craving a bit of a diet at times… Lol
No honestly, I adore them as very dramatic as they are and if taking drama has somehow added to their dramatic side, then so be it…. I can forgive anything at the moment whilst looking at them in their polka dot skirts and christmas hats 🙂
With only two weeks of school left, it feels like time is sprinting away from me leaving me standing at the starting blocks. I love school holidays and having the girls home. They can drive me completely insane, but I wouldn’t swap it for anything. We have so many plans, and between making biscuits and getting everyone something for Christmas it seems we’ll be very busy.
My youngest daughter is starting grade one next year. Going through the list of things she has to have, I felt a lump slowly forming in my throat. It seems so silly, I have been through this before, but the thought that she has to start facing the stresses of “big school” is almost too much to deal with. I am freaking out in stages and this morning I yet again experienced one of them.
I continuously wonder if she’ll cope with the work, or get on with her teacher. She is extremely fond of her current teacher and considering the important roll a teacher plays in a child’s life, I am hoping for another good relationship with her new one. Being a bit on the wild and adventurous side, I of course also wonder if she’ll behave and stay inside the school till I fetch her instead of going out the gate and waiting outside or wherever. I hope she makes good friends and that boys totally gross her out till she’s at least twenty!
I will have to go get all the necessities soon. I suppose delaying the inevitable remains unavoidable so best get it over and done with. (Big sigh)
Worst of all, now that both girls are going to be in school I suddenly feel much older 😦 … Mental note: Will have to sharpen up my repair and maintain routine 😉
The annual athletics inter house at the girls school, was held today. After “weeks” of preparation, they were filled with mixed emotions of excitement and dread. My eldest told me in her most “poor me” voice that her attempts at running ended in nothing more than an almost last place.
So as any good parent, I tried to tell her that trying her best is all that counts and that ending last does not matter whatsoever to me and her dad. Obviously this was a failed attempt on my part to repair her already damaged ego…poor thing. If only we can let our kids know that school is only a small social experience in a much bigger global scheme, and that after school all these little trivial things will seem like a whole lot of nonsense.
My youngest has not yet had any experience with school sports, so this being her first, she was super excited and ready to “win a trophy” 🙂 she has been running up and down our passage for days “practicing”. Let’s hope she makes it to the end and remains in high spirits at the end of it all!
If we as parents could save our children from disappointment, I’m sure we would gladly do that. So as all the war cries started, the groups started and as the youngest got positioned behind the starting line, I felt so much hope and excitement for her, she set off and looked adorable and determined…she finished 4th.
The eldest set off in her group with a bang, but was more worried about checking that the girls behind her stayed just there…she finished second last. Afterwards she came to me beaming saying “you were right mommy, I didn’t come last” we had a good chuckle about it, and I was so relieved that her spirits were still high, and that she had so much fun doing it.
To me that fourth and second last place felt like first 🙂
Kicking back and having a bit of a holiday with family always leaves you wanting more. With only one week school holiday we at least made the most of it. The girls started a painting that they wanted to do and during the first two days of holiday I did some sorting and spring cleaning in the house.
With dust filled lungs and some effort getting everything packed, we set of on Wednesday to join my mom and dad in Langebaan up on the West Coast. The kids could hardly wait and the short trip seemed endless for them. On arrival we unpacked and made ourselves comfy in the tent.
With breathtaking ocean views and the rumble of the breaking waves we sat around the fire pit in the chill spring air. We had gloriously warm days and the girls could enjoy the water park and super tubes to their delight.
I simply loved the crisp morning air and the smell of filter coffee bubbling away in a pot, and the assurance that with it will be a waiting bowl of rusks. It is such a pleasure sitting in the serene, calm, cool morning breeze, watching the waves and boats in the distance.
The beach is beautiful and with rocks on both sides there are some fabulous places to walk to. We went to pick up some shells and gathered a collection of miniature ones to be proud of. My mom and the girls built a sandcastle after my dad’s attempt washed away…the girls loved it.
Hubby and I took nice strolls along the beach whilst the girls splashed away and he even drew some romantic hearts in the sand for me…I am truly blessed to have such a beautiful family! It was such a nice escape and a tremendous treat for the girls. Thanks to awesome grandparents that always have patience and endless love and support to give. We feel rested and blessed. 🙂