Yesterday evening I spent an hour in a hot and stuffy school library, cramming my slightly curvaceous arse into a teeny-tiny child size chair in order to discover that in an amazing break from tradition Miss H will this year be learning...
English!
and also some
Maths!
With a dash of PE! thrown into the mix.
Grrrrrr.......
I HATE primary schools. And primary school teachers*. Who are incapable of using correct grammar even when lecturing parents... Apparently, according to the principal (to whom I have actually complained) it's a 'generation thing' and there's not a lot she can do about it.
Grrrr......
* Except those primary school teachers who number among my friends, obvs. They don't count. Neither does Miss M's teacher from last year - he ROCKED.
Wednesday, 20 February 2008
Tuesday, 12 February 2008
what's for dinner tonight?
we were at msac earlier.
young d and i are watching his 2 sisters in their swimming lesson.
young d asks me: what's for dinner tonight?
me: guess
young d [eye's lighting up]: pizza!
me: nope
young d [eye's still afire]: lasagne!
me [eye's getting twitchy]: no
young d: [still hopeful]: tacos!
me: no! i'll tell you... COUS-COUS!!!! [voice is very excited, kind of like "wow wouldn't that be the best thing ever that you would like to eat?]"
young d: oh.
and note he says this not as "oh" as in simple disappointment; he also adds a twist of comedy to it, making it a comedic "oh", and that makes it worse than just a disappointed "oh".
[someone once told me ages ago, oh alright it was my ex-husband, that when he was less than complimentary about the food i cooked, i shouldn't take it personally.]
NOT TAKE IT PERSONALLY?
how can a woman, who has cooked for her loved ones, and then had a nose turn up or similar, not take it personally?
i am sure i represent all women and/or cooks when i say this.
[insert little vignette here, now we are back home]
princess just came in the room: ooh, something smells nice, what's for dinner...
me: COUS COUS!!
[pause]
me: WITH CHICKEN!!!!!
princess: yum!
me: and i left the carcass out there for you to strip
[princess makes sound of ravenous beast, flaps her arms, and runs to the kitchen. there are now the sounds of feasting from that direction, like some sort of stephen king monster.]
you can't please everyone, all of the time. this i know to be true.
i am glad my daughter shares my genes; the love of stripping a chicken carcass, neck and all. it's passed down the female side in my family.
young d and i are watching his 2 sisters in their swimming lesson.
young d asks me: what's for dinner tonight?
me: guess
young d [eye's lighting up]: pizza!
me: nope
young d [eye's still afire]: lasagne!
me [eye's getting twitchy]: no
young d: [still hopeful]: tacos!
me: no! i'll tell you... COUS-COUS!!!! [voice is very excited, kind of like "wow wouldn't that be the best thing ever that you would like to eat?]"
young d: oh.
and note he says this not as "oh" as in simple disappointment; he also adds a twist of comedy to it, making it a comedic "oh", and that makes it worse than just a disappointed "oh".
[someone once told me ages ago, oh alright it was my ex-husband, that when he was less than complimentary about the food i cooked, i shouldn't take it personally.]
NOT TAKE IT PERSONALLY?
how can a woman, who has cooked for her loved ones, and then had a nose turn up or similar, not take it personally?
i am sure i represent all women and/or cooks when i say this.
[insert little vignette here, now we are back home]
princess just came in the room: ooh, something smells nice, what's for dinner...
me: COUS COUS!!
[pause]
me: WITH CHICKEN!!!!!
princess: yum!
me: and i left the carcass out there for you to strip
[princess makes sound of ravenous beast, flaps her arms, and runs to the kitchen. there are now the sounds of feasting from that direction, like some sort of stephen king monster.]
you can't please everyone, all of the time. this i know to be true.
i am glad my daughter shares my genes; the love of stripping a chicken carcass, neck and all. it's passed down the female side in my family.
Monday, 4 February 2008
Lookin' for adventure...or whatever comes our way
So on Saturday, Grizzlewick snuggled up to me on the couch in front of cartoons.
His eyes were shining, he smiled a heart-melting smile.
"Oh, Mummy," he said, snuggling close.
"Yes, darling?"
"Now, Mummy," he said, grasping my hand tightly.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
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"CAN I HAVE A MOTORBIKE FOR CHRISTMAS?"
His eyes were shining, he smiled a heart-melting smile.
"Oh, Mummy," he said, snuggling close.
"Yes, darling?"
"Now, Mummy," he said, grasping my hand tightly.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
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"CAN I HAVE A MOTORBIKE FOR CHRISTMAS?"
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