Overheard in the playroom the other night…
DD: Whoa-aa, can sing one ah!
And I peeked in to find DD giving an audience to her brother standing and singing some tune he’d made up himself while pretending his train was a microphone.
You try your best to avoid them picking up Singlish colloquialisms.
Sigh…give up. Lah. *resigned* 🙂
Impromptu trips to the beach…
Lots of sandplay!
Evenings at the playground.
Drawing and doodling together.
Life’s great fun when Daddy’s on leave. 🙂
My brain is deep-fried this week. There are so many things going on and so many tasks to get over the line. 😛
But I’m still trying to maintain the momentum on the weekly alphabet craft…just because I think it’s good to keep to the discipline.
So, we’re going back to the basic of basics. No prior prep, simple and extremely easy to execute, but don’t let the simplicity discount its ability to achieve the objective of the lesson. 🙂
Only need a very short list of materials: Artblock sheet, markers, crayons, colour pencils.
1. With a black marker, draw a picture of Zacchaeus in a tree, and Jesus standing at the foot of the tree, looking up at him.
2. Zacchaeus’s coat is intentionally drawn in a z shape with stripes, to serve as introductory writing practice for the letter z. (Anatomically inaccurate, I know, but then it wasn’t intended to be a biology lesson!) 😉
3. Colour the rest of the picture.
Sorry, this all took place so quickly I didn’t have time to take pictures of the steps!
Zacchaeus’s story is found in Luke 19:1-10.
We’d just loaded the stroller and reached the entrance of Jurong Bird Park last week. All three kids’ attention (DD, DS and our nephew) was riveted on the ducks and swans in the pond to the left of the admissions counter.
But in the midst of all the excited questions and exclamations, my 22-month-old son paused, turned to me and said, “Thank you mummy, for going to Bird Park!”
A brief moment froze in time…as I reacted to the entirely unexpected appreciation…and managed a speechless, watery smile in return.
I will bring you, ten times ten thousand times all over again!!
There’s nothing that our kids love more than art time.
It’s kinda funny because we, their parents, are not particularly artsy craftsy in a big manner, but ah well… 🙂
Anyway. I’ve realised that if I am able to provide them a designated corner to beaver away at art (read: license to create a mess within a limited area), they can stay quietly occupied for a good half hour; which frees up time for me to sit down with a cup of tea and the newspapers, or get some quick chores out of the way. 🙂
Today after dinner, they requested to paint a giraffe and horse (DD) and a tiger and alligator (DS). I let DD do her own thing while I worked with DS on his since he is currently learning to recognise colours.
It’s honestly interesting for me to observe the kids’ incremental development in painting skills. Especially when I leave them well alone to figure it out themselves.
How when they first start, the results of a painting session are usually one big grey or brown mass on the artblock sheet because all the colours on the palette have just gotten mish-mashed together…
And then how that progresses to dabs and dobs as they experiment different brush strokes or techniques.
And subsequently reach the stage when they can paint within the lines and keep the different colours fairly discrete from each other.
I don’t know that I had the time to explore in this manner during my own childhood, but I sure am glad that they do. 🙂
To the father of our children
The man I married
Who purposed in his heart long before he proposed marriage
To be the best husband and father he could ever be
There is no gift that we can buy
And no craft that we can make
That could fully reflect and fully appreciate how much you give of yourself to our family
Every second of every minute of every hour of every day.
To the grandfathers of our children
The men who in our youth ran and jumped and soared with us
And now still miraculously find sufficient energy
To run and jump and soar with our children
Blessed Father’s Day. 🙂
Children’s children are a crown to the aged, and parents are the pride of their children – Proverbs 17:6
in the eyes of my three year old…
has a yellow sun…
and playground slides…
green vegetables cooking in a pot, with steam rising from it…
some red cabbage too…
and lots of flowers to make it bright.
I like her perfect world. 🙂
Me: Sweetheart, it’s dinnertime in five minutes so please get ready to pack up the toys.
DD: Mummy…I’m not hungry.
Me: You’re not? Why? Are you still full from snack time?
DD: I can’t take the weight.
Me: The weight of what, dear?
DD: The weight of the food.
Me: Uh huuuuh…
Me: By the way, do you know what’s for dinner?
Me: Po Po and mummy made spaghetti.
DD: Is it with the red sauce?
DD: Okay, I’m ready! Let’s go for dinner!
Me: Erm, what about the weight of the food? You can take it now?
DD: Yes. Mumm-yy, hurry up!
*blink* *blink* *blink*