"Holiday! We've got to get together! Celebrate! Take some time to celebrate!"
*Savours for a moment that magic first moment of holidays, when you just know there will be at least some time to recover and rejuvenate and definitely some fun going on.*
Sat and Sun were still very much on the go days for us, so this morning at home was bliss. Jammie Day!
The Diva got some long awaited attention. The Princess got to play on her pc with it's new Ubuntu operating system. New games. Desktop to organise. This computing exploration was supposed to happen with little breaks to practice her times tables, spelling, stretch and tidy her room. These learning moments seemed to reduce in time as the morning became the afternoon. However, by the time her favourite-all-time-person, her Uncle arrived, she could almost spell our last name. We will achieve this by the end of Grade 6, oh yes we will!
My craft room got some lovin', and oh baby, could you hear it weep with relief as chaos slowly revealed a potential working area. Now including, "Diva Cat sleeping spot." We shall see if she takes to that idea over the more usual "walk across whatever Mama is playing with and the sit on the piece that looks the easiest to damage." I shall place my cuppa there, thus enticing her to assume that is her morning beverage, as she does, and hope she settles comfortably in that spot. Maybe I could place some truly cherished piece of scrapbooking paper there, to provide her with an appealing to park her tush?
Trickey's shoulder was still in pain, even after a wonderful Chiro session and he has applied for holidays. His face was horrified when I suggested he spend this holiday resting, walking and generally not using his very sore shoulder, instead of waking early and spending an intense 14 hours playing with the car in the shed. He will need much distracting next week. Or threatening with more of the excruciating but successful massages I was instructed to do by a member of the medical profession. Somehow, I will make him have a real holiday, too!
Tomorrows plans are something the Princess and I have been working towards for quite some time - Painting D&D figurines, making a map and writing a game to play.
Otherwise known as fulfilling teachers requests that she improve her fine motor skills, writing and spelling, plus that one very clever teacher who mentioned that dice games are great for basic arithmetic practice.
I'm so curious to see where she will go with this. Will we make a dungeon, a fairy garden, perhaps a space station or some wild unknown jungle to explore? Will she choose magical creatures or wild animals? Regardless of all these things, will she let me be an Elf? Cos, you know, I really like Elves. Also Dragons.
What would you choose, if you could make a little world to pretend to be something else in? What would it be like?
Our Princess is letting out little sighs of agony from having been far too active on her first day back at school, in between little sighs of contentment from being well and on school holidays.
So, Trickey is home and watching "Are you being served". I am stroking my ... If I type Mrs. Slocum's famous phrase, I'll probably get all sorts of unwanted visitors. *giggles*
*ahem* So, to rephrase, while patting my DivaCat, I am sitting at the computer and have been since Utah's midnight, constantly clicking on the US Stampin' up website to see when they will load the new catalog for 2011-12. The Spanish one is there and was exciting, providing many glimpses of exciting new designs, but I am hanging out for the full, complete US version!
*clicks refresh* Gimme, gimme, gimme, I want to admire your pretty new toys! *clicks refresh again*
The last day of school holds a special excitement for Mama's. Except for my Marmie, cos it meant a day of reading about bad behaviour, erratic academia and invited her to do horrible things like "Parent/Teacher interviews", which gave them a personal chance to tell her how difficult, obstinate and frustratingly brilliant her lovely little darlings were. My sister and I knew this day as, "Be vewwy, vewwy quiet. Be silent and still. Not climbing the roof today, no raiding Marmie's wardrobe and makeup, no eating all the banana flavoured toothpaste on THIS day."
My daughter always gets hugs for "good behaviour" on report day. Then I call Marmie to read part to her, just so she gets to know what it's like to hear that a descendant of hers has "excellent classroom manners and interacts well with others".
So, today was the day that the large white envelope comes home with the child.
It gives a glimpse into the life they live in that different world called "Primary school". How they are going academically and socially. It's also an indication of how well your child gets along with that particular teacher.
*clicks refresh and starts scouring Stampin' up forums*
This year, she has an awesome teacher with enviable social skills and thinks he's just lovely.
She adores the other Grade 6 teacher, too, because he is silly and loves maths. Which also describes her. ;-)
I've already scanned in her report, sent it to my Mum and her tutors. Does that give you an idea of how awesome this report is?!
*Princess comes in for a cuddle, leaning on chairs to take weight off her legs and hanging from the chin up bar with a sigh of relief*
Not only is she advancing, but from the descriptions she is advancing in the specific issues that her tutors are dealing with. Awesome! We found what worked!
*Chiropractor for scoliosis
*Circus training for confidence
*Sleep pattern established after 8 years of doctors visits and one lovely aromatherapist
*Plus tutors of awesome who work on her educational skills and social/inner confidence skills.
It seems a long list, and a looooooong time trying to figure out why my booful and so clever little preppie Princess hated looking at books, but I know people with longer lists who are still searching, so all I feel is a sense of relief and delight.
I will sleep better, worry less and read this report again tomorrow for a little maternal gloating. ;-)
I will *click refresh* again tomorrow, too, as I think those lovely people in Utah are still asleep and won't put up the new catalogue until after their morning coffee. Or whatever non chemically stimulating morning beveredge they prefer, should they be of the Mormon persuasion.