The ability for little ones to create chaos is definitely something that still has not stopped to leave me astounded. My two daughters in 15 minutes can leave their bedroom like you see in the movies when the mafia is looking for something.
So because we can’t have dressers in the kids room we end up with a ton of random clothing and stuff in our room. So I tackled it and I found these, left over from Christmas 2019
Which I swear my oldest can SMELL them.
He loves these and popping them. Or cutting them open with scissors.
Plus side as he has been asking for them a lot (had to stop getting them, messy and $) so I am using one as a bribe for good car etiquette this week
I genuinely have no idea what they are.
Unless they’re boat bouts? I suspect not.
Unrelated, but my son is currently having a tantrum because his ice block is too cold.
It’s 32 degrees C outside with 23% humidity. If he doesn’t eat it soon I’m going to put it down the back of my shirt.
Daughter’s daycare performance was today. The big event, the one the whole daycare prepares for all year, with taiko drumming, singing, a little theatrical play. She’d been making sure we knew it was coming, and nagging us to attend… and then we went into another “state of emergency”, which although not a lockdown does mean that some places start taking the pandemic a little bit seriously (not workplaces though!)
Anyway, the performance will be on video this year, via DVD rental.
It is hot here too in Hawke’s Bay, but we only are topping to 29C. I am dreading tomorrow, when it goes over 30C. I’d take that 23% humidity any time…
Meanwhile my daughters cover themselves while sleeping, till you are nearly not able to see them at all under the bed linen. What sort of witchcraft is that?
Squishy balls. Basically thick balloons filled with slime and covered with a net.
It’s a sensory toy and can be calming.
But there are many YouTube vids of hand cutting them open (or driving over them). So he will play with them and then pop them. At $5 each in stores (these were brought online in a batch), it was too rich for our budget.
“I only go to daycare because you love money”
=(
Ouch. That stings. How old is she again?
Just turned 6.
Well she’s going to learn about money soon enough…
Money is how we get food. Food is our primary method of not dying.
I feel for you… that’s a hard lesson to teach a 6 year old, I’m sure.
In other news my 3 year old asked me what I do for work. I literally cannot explain this to my partner… much less a 3 year old.
The conversation in the shower, as I remember it, her half in Japanese:
So, what was your favourite part of the performance? (we had just watched her final show on DVD from the daycare)
Nothing
You didn’t like anything? The drumming? The singing? The kimono?
No.
What do you like?
I don’t like daycare. The food is disgusting. The food is cold! Cold noodles, cold vegetables, cold rice. Can you imagine, cold rice? You wouldn’t like cold rice, would you?
No, I guess not. OK, what do you like?
Holidays [weekends]
Why?
I can do whatever I like, we can go on picnics and stuff. I only go to daycare because you love money.
Uh, I don’t love money, we just don’t have enough.
See? You love money!
Uh, OK… er, we need money for lots of things like… food, and this house. We wanted a house but we didn’t have enough money. So we went to a bank, and they gave us lots of money.
So much money? Like this? More than you can carry?
Yes. And we used all that money to buy this house. But now, the bank wants that money back. So every month, we give some back.
(Etc.)
I think I did OK, but it definitely put me on the defensive. It didn’t seem all that accusatory, but it painted a picture of how she views daycare now, and I think coronavirus restrictions are largely to blame.
Yeah, I can imagine the pandemic sucked all of the fun out of the experience.
My partner asked the other day if we need to start asking around for pre-school for our 3 year old. I suppose she’ll be ready to attend next fall, but it’s hard for me to think about that because of the pandemic… and it’ll make me sad to not have her around while I’m working from home. Her walking into my office (when she’s expressly forbidden from doing so) to ask me to fix something or put new batteries in something is often (sadly) the brightest point of my day.
sounds like it’s time for her to meet Tom Nook and get a mortgage of her own
But does Tom Nook reclaim the house if you don’t pay him back in a timely manner? Or send men with baseball bats to break your legs? I don’t think so, so the experience is not equivalent.
On a lighter note, I do love that they learn to do stuff like this at daycare:
…even if we didn’t get to see it live this year.
Looks like fun. This is exactly the sort of thing my partner used to teach. With this age range, percussion is the way to go (I’ve seen this age range doing vocal performances and… I’ll say again: with this age range, percussion is the way to go )
Yup. You’ll notice I didn’t link the other 5 performances!
(more drumming, singing, more singing, that weird keyboard all Japanese kids learn that you have to blow as you play, and some formal Japanese “dancing”)
When does she start school?
April. She had been looking forward to it until recently.