What I've been doing lately
Nothing deep here, just what I've been up to over the past couple of days.
Today was Playcentre drop off day. Orla got into the paints shortly after arrival, had a swing, and was finally convinced to leave with me. Aidan got busy in the sandpit and required a full change of clothes before morning tea. He came home with a wetbag full of sodden clothes and shoes, and a face, neck and throat blackened with face paint. We had a sausage sizzle for lunch (because Isabelle was having one at school) with Iris, who came to play. We went to the school assembly and watched Isabelle sing, show her art and wield poi. Iris and Aidan sat together in the front row, until they decided to play outside. I caught most of the show - Orla made it clear that she would prefer to run around on the stage than sit quietly and watch, but with the help of the sling we came to a compromise.
Isabelle wanted to play schools when we came home. I find it interesting that having spent most of her waking hours actually at school, that she needs this additional time to process the experience. I was allocated the role of teacher which I intermittently played according to her expectations. Actually I believe I learn a lot about what really goes on at school during these dramatisations.
Yesterday Aidan, Orla and I caught the bus to the shops (primarily to buy sausages for today's sizzle). Aidan wore a pink cape and leaped around the bus stop in heroic fashion.
"Have we been up that road before?"
"Yes, we visited some people up there once".
"Can we visit them again?"
"No, they don't live there anymore".
"Oh. Did they die?"
"No no, they just moved away".
We saw people we knew at the shops and saw Ruth on the bus. We ate brezels and disappointed the butcher by buying only 4 sausages.
Today was Playcentre drop off day. Orla got into the paints shortly after arrival, had a swing, and was finally convinced to leave with me. Aidan got busy in the sandpit and required a full change of clothes before morning tea. He came home with a wetbag full of sodden clothes and shoes, and a face, neck and throat blackened with face paint. We had a sausage sizzle for lunch (because Isabelle was having one at school) with Iris, who came to play. We went to the school assembly and watched Isabelle sing, show her art and wield poi. Iris and Aidan sat together in the front row, until they decided to play outside. I caught most of the show - Orla made it clear that she would prefer to run around on the stage than sit quietly and watch, but with the help of the sling we came to a compromise.
Isabelle wanted to play schools when we came home. I find it interesting that having spent most of her waking hours actually at school, that she needs this additional time to process the experience. I was allocated the role of teacher which I intermittently played according to her expectations. Actually I believe I learn a lot about what really goes on at school during these dramatisations.
Yesterday Aidan, Orla and I caught the bus to the shops (primarily to buy sausages for today's sizzle). Aidan wore a pink cape and leaped around the bus stop in heroic fashion.
"Have we been up that road before?"
"Yes, we visited some people up there once".
"Can we visit them again?"
"No, they don't live there anymore".
"Oh. Did they die?"
"No no, they just moved away".
We saw people we knew at the shops and saw Ruth on the bus. We ate brezels and disappointed the butcher by buying only 4 sausages.
Labels: Aidan, Isabelle, Orla, outings, Playcentre, Suburban housewife
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