Archive for November 2008
Weekly Winners – Morning fairies and other stuff.
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This week heralded Noah and Ivy’s preschool orientation.
They were so excited!
There is something special about twin love.
She played in the sandpit for the whole of outside play time.
Trying out the drums.
Oh look, it’s the 5am fairy!
Seriously. It’s the 5am fairy.
Actually there were two morning fairies…
Noah hearts Nelson.
Now there are three morning fairies.
Shadow dancing.
The tiniest pixie.
Ivy, are you Tinkerbell?
Who me?
Why, yes,
I am Tink. How did you guess?
Beautiful elfin girl.
The modern ipod fairy.
This is not a morning fairy. A gorgeous angel, even if she doesn’t do the A.M.
The fairies escaped to the garden.
If we opened our minds to enjoyment, we might find tranquil pleasures spread about us on every side. We might live with the angels that visit us on every sunbeam, and sit with the fairies who wait on every flower. ~Samuel Smiles
The fairies went from the world, dear,
Because men’s hearts grew cold:
And only the eyes of children see
What is hidden from the old…
~Kathleen Foyle
And as the seasons come and go, here’s something you might like to know. There are fairies everywhere: under bushes, in the air, playing games just like you play, singing through their busy day. So listen, touch, and look around – in the air and on the ground. And if you watch all nature’s things, you might just see a fairy’s wing. ~Author Unknown
Garden fairies come at dawn,
Bless the flowers then they’re gone.
~Author Unknown
Here is the dilemma.
The girls’ and AJ’s year six farewell is just around the corner and here, in the boonies, the year six farewell is a big deal for 12 year olds everywhere.
The girls are no exception.
New dresses, new shoes, accessories…
AJ?
Meh.
Not so much but still, he required new shoes and an expensive black shirt.
I don’t mind.
Really.
They are good kids, they are saying goodbye to their childhood, they deserve it.
Also, I understand the need to be accepted.
I understand that kids want to be just like everyone else.
I understand conformity.
Remember, I was the girl that everyone loved to hate and I was on the outer plus I wore a red smocked dress, with white knee high socks and cork heels, for goodness sake.
To the year six farewell.
I was the daggy fat kid
and I so don’t want that for my kids.
The girls’ friends are all going to the hairdresser to have their hair done for the big night.
By big night, I mean a spit roast with salad in the local community hall
and
I have said no to this.
No to paying money for a hair do when they are twelve.
I feel mean.
I can do their hair but it won’t be the same as having it done by a professional
Even my most sensible of friends has conceded to her daughter going to the stylist.
It is about the money but it is also about the principle of the girls waiting until they are older for all of that sort of stuff.
Then this morning my step father offered to pay for the girls to have their hair done. It’s a very generous offer and I love him for it.
I said no.
Then he thought perhaps they could go out and work for him, for the day, to earn the money, so then they could pay to go to the hairdresser themselves.
It’s a good idea and it would teach them about working for something good
but
it totally goes against the principle of waiting.
So what should I do?
What would you do?
I need help.
Orientation for preschool.
Dear Preschool Management,
I don’t think the silk worm moths that you left on the obsevation table are going to make it.
It seems that (almost) three year olds, who are coming to preschool, for the first time do not appreciate the idea of observing.
Anything.
They are more the touchy feely (shake to death) type.
You know, just for future reference.
Please don’t ask me if I feed Ivy because she is ‘so much smaller’ than Noah.
Of course I feed her.
If I didn’t she wouldn’t be at your preschool, shaking the life out of your silk worm moths.
Consider yourselves orientated.