There’s been a whole lot of creativity going on this week and it feels like a few sparks have been ignited which is always lovely to see!
We had a fairly busy weekend, with a family lunch out for J’s parent’s 60th wedding anniversary on the Saturday, and then two play-dates on the Sunday.
As the week has continued, there has been noticeably less telly on D’s part and much more creativity going on. On Monday there was a lot of Lego building, then some painting and then D made a ‘story chair’ and told us a story in it (and then I had to have a go too).
Then we were off to pottery in the afternoon. It was the last session of the term, and the last one for D entirely, unless she decides to return. As usual, we had our interesting chats in the car: today I had the news on and I felt myself tensing up as there was an item about a man being imprisoned for child abuse – strangely though, neither of the girls commented on this! M was more interested in the following item about hospital cancer wards, and we had a good conversation about cancer and what the different wards might be in hospitals and why they’re separated.
That evening, J was home and watching Wild Weather with Richard Hammond. D was already asleep and M sidled in with nothing to do so we all ended up watching it together. I was surprised to find that M was really interested by it and she asked some really intelligent questions which showed she understood what she was watching and had some knowledge of how vortexes work already.
A spark was lit again the following day when we went to the Art of the Brick exhibition in east London. At the start, we watched a really inspirational interview with the artist and M was glued: we sat through it twice. It was almost like he was speaking to M: all about how you can make your own art with anything and it all it takes is one small brick to start. We were all fascinated by the sculptures and reproductions: M in particular was asking what each piece was called, what it was about, what it meant etc etc and even doing her own interpretations. It was really heart warming to see. I urge you to go if you have the chance!
It was a very long journey for the sausages to cope with and they did amazingly well with two train rides and a very cold walk. They were understandably pooped on the train home so I read A Christmas Carol to them (an Usborne Young Readers edition). Usually D would have been too scared to listen but they were both really interested by Scrooge and why he would love money so much, why nobody was sorry he was dead and D was trying to get her head around a future that may not happen.
Of course, the Lego came out when we got home! The girls’ favourite sculpture was the ‘Yes Pencil’ so we set about making our own. I made the pencil, while M did the ‘paper’ and letters. 🙂
M has also been working on a the story of her Christmas play, and has finished one of her presents! She copied a holly sprig we found on the street outside our house. All I did was help with bending the leaves a little to shape them. She also used the hot glue gun on her own for the first time!
We also watched a very very VERY cute video about orphaned baby bats, and another on making honey. D said she would like to be a bee-keeper AND a scientist AND a singer when she grows up. 🙂 She drew these pictures this week:
We also had a preview of D’s Christmas play. This is one of her lost boys (they’re wearing animal onesies in the Return to Neverland film, hence the strange outfit on the puppet!)
We also got our Christmas delivery of Aquila this week and funnily enough it was all about story telling! And funnily enough, D wasn’t interested in listening! But M listened to how story telling was important in ancient times (of course, she had to check whether this was before I was born…) and all about the life of Hans Christian Andersen. However, she did stomp off because she didn’t get 100% on the Christmas quiz. At which point D came wandering in and was chuffed to find she could answer the crossword questions!
And finally, today we had to go to the vets to give the bunnies their first vaccinations. The girls were full of sympathy for what the bunnies had to go through and the process of just being at the vets was an education in itself: looking at the clock with Roman numerals to see how long til our appointment; asking about vaccinations; seeing a vaccination being injected; what the bunnies might be feeling etc etc.
And now I can still hear them playing upstairs and it’s 10.30! So I’m off now to be a kill-joy…