The Stuff Life is Made Of
This morning was the usual. While I blended, Riesling and Cashel watched some British children’s television. They watched the Number Jacks (about dividing sets of numbers evenly) Tikkabilla (a variety show about rockets, astronauts and circus performers, littered with songs) and Bits and Bobs (two balls of fluff ride around in a Trug (a small wheeled toy) and figure out what things are used for, this time in the supermarket). There were also a few short Sesame Street clips for them to watch about counting, alphabet and a goat who gets mad.
We watched the video with Cashel in it quite a few times.
Since they didn’t get to take a bath last night, I filled up the tub and got them in. So a couple of firsts for our household today. 1-I decided to put every single bath toy in the tub that they had. 2-Cashel pooped in the tub…after I put the toys in.
And so went our day.
The kids played hard today. Toys were ALL over the house, nearly shin deep. There were sleep overs and Riesling in a Commando outfit and dollies to care for and cats to terrorize and parachute man and wrapping paper to make and gifts for Daddy to wrap and all the stuff that is so very chocked full of learning.
I read Blue’s Clues: Blue’s Cool Idea, Rainbow Fish and the Big Blue Whale and Rainbow Fish to the Rescue by Marcus Pfister.
Cashel decided to skip snack so by dinner he was a wreck. While Riesling finished her tuna melt, I sat him on my lap and hugged him until he calmed down. Finally he ate some yogurt and asked for a piece of bread with no “yucky” stuff on it. I toasted some up, parked him in his chair and readied Riesling for Nutcracker rehearsal.
She did her Polychinelle routine for us while she waited for her ride.
Immediately after dinner, I got Cashel ready for bed and read him Owl Moon by Jane Yolen. He asked me to rock him. I said, “Ok.” and he snuggled up. I laid him in his little bed and listened to him fall asleep within minutes.
Riesling finally made it home from rehearsal at 10. Poor kid was so tired that she tried to crawl into bed with her leotard on. Tomorrow’s dress rehearsal and then 3 shows. If she didn’t love it so much, I’m sure she would have quit long ago.
I can’t imagine her not dancing. She saw her first ballet when she was 18 months old on the very stage where she will perform. She got up and danced in front of the stage during intermission, trying to imitate the dancers. It seems like just yesterday…
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