today Big read another page of her book (we’re onto Goldilocks now) and I teased her into listening to some poetry. She really enjoyed it – after we’d done the first poem, with her sitting, eyes closed, to listen, she chose two more. Good stuff – she picked up on some unfamiliar words and we talked about the ideas in the poems as well.
She doesn’t want to do her Exeter today, but seemed to miss the timetables I sneaked into her playing with the mancala coins – quick snippets of 2, 5 and 10 😉 Well, she wanted to count the money up, and it’s much quicker than counting in ones! Oh, and we also discussed different countries using different money when we found a 5 Euro cent in amongst our pennies (and I do mean amongst our pennies, not amongst our coins in general – am I the only one who gets really wound up when ppl hand children a handful of mixed coins and refer to them as pennies??? Probably…), then we went and looked up Australian dollars as she wanted to know what currency Australia uses.
And I nearly forgot her encouraging me to make lunch by speaking to me in Spanish! Amigos, vamanos, she said….wonderful stuff, Dora! (Eek, I haven’t got a foreign languages category….oversight!)
Small is refusing point blank to put his top on, and while I would usually shrug and let him out in the garden anyway (figuring if he got cold he’d come back in) he is streaming with cold atm, and I don’t want to take the risk. He is cross with me accordingly, and has taken my bag to bits – beginning to suspect that he is bored, but not quite sure what I’m supposed to do about it. Spending this kind of time with this young a child is new to me – Big was in nursery four days a week at this age, and the other three days were taken up shopping, housework and seeing ppl. Wondered about looking for beginning montessori materials – he’s a very hands on child, and I think he’d enjoy it. Must get off my backside and sort something for him, not least as he is destructive when he is bored.
We’re about to go and get the pizza dough ready so that it can be proving while we clear off to ballet – must go and get her ballet clothes off the line so they can thaw out!
Finding motivation very difficult atm, think I had too many years of institutionalisation of my own, and now that I haven’t got timetables and schedules externally enforced, a natural tendency to slothlike behaviour is emerging. Have finished reading a book today – Racing the Moon, by Terry Prone. Rather enjoyed it, even if the twist was a bit obvious.
Apparently my mother popped by yesterday, and Big’s refusal to attend this weekend is being taken personally by the entire family. 🙁 She was all enthusiastic about going to stay when they spoke to her on mothering sunday, but when I mentioned that we wouldn’t be going with her the other day, she dissolved in tears and didn’t want to discuss it further.
Ambivalent here myself, as I’m not hugely enthused about posting her down to Wales without us anyway, especially as it feels that none of the extended family take seriously (or even consider) my parenting approach, so the first second that she’s out of my sight they are plying her with chocolate and sweets (most of which she doesn’t actually like!), encouraging makeup and behaviour that I don’t feel is overly appropriate in 5 year old girls (I’d rather they stayed young, than rushed headlong into fashion and fads), and basically hyping her up. If she did go I know that I’d spend at least a week calming everything down again, and I just don’t want to do it. Sigh. Why am I trying to justify myself here? I don’t know, except that Tim suggested I call my mother to discuss it all, so maybe I’m rehearsing?
Anyway, must go and find the kitchen so that we can make pizza dough. Right after I dig through mp to find the recipe.