Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Curls and Titanic

Sam posing for a photo during his Titanic Speech

Abigail and Violet: Too cute in curls

The girls wanted to look like Breeze and Skyler (the cutest little blond, curly-haired twins at Kindy), so I complied, braiding their hair Saturday night. I didn't know how they'd manage to sit still, but in actual fact, they were so good it was a bit of bonding time. Anyway, next morning and I was not allowed to take out the plaits, under any circumstances. Finally got there today. At first the girls just giggled at themselves but learned to love the look. Won't be doing it every day though.
And our Sam, Year 4 speech champion at St. Pat's for 2010. His speech is on Titanic--following his disaster fetish from last year (Mt. Ruepehu and the lahar which took out the train bridge, etc etc--if you want details, ask Sam!). He lost his mojo and I had to ask the teacher to give him an extra day. Thankfully, he got it back and did a brilliant job--even spoke with expression and made the class laugh. He will be the youngest of 6 in the speech finals Thursday night, competing against the big kids of the school. Good experience and I know he'll continue to make us proud.

Monday, August 2, 2010

Learning to Ride a Bike and Speak CaNAdian

For most of her short life, Madeline has shown extreme determination to conquer any and every challenge put before her. Eating solids, no problem. Walking, piece of cake. When it came to the monkey bars, she watched other children at Rainbow, observed their techniques and moves, built up her confidence and started out by hanging for dear life. She kept working at it until she wasn't just hanging but could grasp the next bar, and so on, until she could swing from bar to bar with only one hand attached. With no help. Same determination in her hand-writing and learning to read at school, "No Mummy, do NOT tell me what that word is!" But finally, a few months ago, Madeline met her match: it had two wheels and handle bars and there was no way it was ever going to stay upright without Daddy holding on. So you can imagine our delight when today she was out there and it clicked. She found her balance, knew how to brake and could even manage to steer around a wide corner. Way to go Madeline!
As for Sam, Paul asked him the other night if he would like to speak another language. It was the end of Maori-language week and with a few lessons under his belt, Paul thought Sam might be keen for more. It could be Maori, or French, or even Italian (truth me told, Paul's Te Reo has a bit of Italian in pronunciation). "And Canadian," Sam piped up. "I've already learned one Canadian word." "Hmmm, what's that Sam," I asked, ever curious. "Gar-AGE." He said, emphasising the last syllable for my benefit. "That's Canadian." Yes indeed Sam. No language barriers for you when you go to Canada this Christmas.