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.

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