Tuesday, September 20, 2011


Talia started gymnastics class last night.

Gymnastics with 3 and 4 year olds is pretty much the funniest thing ever. It sort of looks like one poor 19 year old drew the short straw and as a result has to herd a group of deaf and blind cats. I was impressed that all the kids were really great about taking turns.  It's so hilarious that they have no idea how to get in a line and keep moving one step up as the person in front goes back to the end - a reminder that although they aren't the little newborns we brought home, there is still a lot for them to learn.

Talia is the shortest in the class but probably has 10lbs on most of the other girls. The other parents probably think we feed her junk all the time, haha. We always call her our "delicate flower" or our "dainty ballerina" because she could not be further from either of these things. My rough and tumble little tomboy loves to jump, and stomp, and run fast but has yet to come into her big-girl co-ordination. She is so cute stomping around with the other kids! She has no idea that she can't do some of the things the other kids can, she just loves to be there in her "babing suit" and her "nastics syippers." It was really neat to see her listen and take direction from her teacher, and giggle with her little friends. My big girl.

I also love that they are all completely oblivious at this stage. I wish they would stay this way right through high school sports. The whole class cheered for the little girl who jumped off the trampoline perfectly the same way they cheered for my little girl, who was on a trampoline for the first time and sort of crawled/slid off, before jumping on the spot and throwing her arms triumphantly in the air. I like that we are in a small town and my kids will get to play any sport they want to - in fact, will be encouraged to do so just so there are enough kids to make a team, haha - and not have to deal with "making the cut" at an early age.

I don't know how much gymnastics they are going to learn, but I'm pretty sure Talia is going to have a great time. Maybe by the end of the session she'll even know how a line works.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Washing Tatoes

I like to get these kids out and about as often as possible. We all (Mommy included) behave better when we're not stuck in these 4 walls all day, everyday.   But I also want them to always know home is safe, and welcoming, and FUN. So when we're home, we make lots of messes, play with lots of toys, do lots of activities, make lots of crafts, watch lots of Dora (gag), etc. The busier we are, the happier we seem to be.
Today, however was a good reminder that we don't have to do much to have fun. Declan, Ruby & I went to Kids Spot with some friends while the big girls were at nursery school this morning, then we came home for lunch and naps. While the littles napped, Talia watched some Dora and then we worked on some letters together.

When Declan and Ruby woke up, I put some diapers in the wash and brought up some potatoes to get started on supper. Talia said "tan we hepp you wash dose tatoes?" It would have been easier, and faster, and a lot drier, to say no. But since Tal was a baby, we've involved her in the kitchen whenever we can. So I heaved a little sigh for the quick supper prep that almost was, and got Talia and Dirty Shirt Declan set up at the sink to wash dose tatoes.

They washed potatoes for about 1/2 an hour, squealing and giggling the entire time. They shared, and took turns, and were completely silly together. They got a little bit wet, they made a bit of a mess, but they had lots of fun and my potatoes have seriously never been so clean! We lost Declan's interest after the washing was done, but when I sliced the potatoes up, Talia dug in and tossed them around with some olive oil and seasonings, and put them on the cookie sheet for me. It was fantastic, since I hate getting my hands all oily, and she felt like such a big helper.  And sure, my little healthy eaters eventually turned their noses up at their hot dogs and fries in favour of fruit and peanut butter, but whatever. We had a good time getting it ready.

 It sort of freaks me out that Talia is already 3 - I remember tons of stuff from when I was 3!  What is she going to remember about our days at home?!? What will she remember about today? Will she remember that she was happy to see me when I picked her up from nursery school? Will she remember that I was frustrated and angry when she had an accident this afternoon? Will she remember how we giggled together, pretending to be frogs? I hope she remembers that she and her brother were welcome in our kitchen whenever they wanted to be there.

Friday, September 9, 2011

First Day

Talia started Nursery School this week. I've been telling her all summer that she was going to go to school with her friends Charli and Olivia, only to find out at the end of summer that there are 2 seperate classes and her friends were both in the other one. Whoops! I was pretty worried that this was going to be a big problem, because m'girl is so, so, so, so shy. So when I was talking to her teacher, I warned her that sometimes Talia spends an entire day at my friend's house (who she has known as long as she can remember) without saying 2 words AND without going potty for about 7 hours, and wondered if perhaps it might be helpful to have Tal in the same class as the other girls? But there were no open spaces in the other class, so I declined their offer to switch another kid out of that class to make room for Talia (I didn't want to start off as "that" mom, you know) and just braced myself for what I hoped would just be an interesting first couple of days.

I don't think Tal had much of a concept of school until last week, when we checked out a lot of "(Main Character)'s First Day of School" books. I told her that we were going to visit Grandma & Grandpa for the weekend, and then we would come home for 1 sleep, and then it would be time to go to school. Well. All weekend long all we heard was "My wanna go home and go to schoo!" When we finally did get home, we rushed to get supper and baths over with so we could get T & D to bed early, but she was so excited she just laid in her bed, singing about "schoo" until almost 10pm. Ordinarily the late night would get us off to a terrible start the next morning, but she woke up still excited to go to schoo! She posed for a few pictures with her Peeker Parker backpack and then toddled off to the van.

Once we got to schoo, I braced myself for a big melt-down - but m'girl totally surprised me! She had a huge grin and marched down those stairs like she owned the place. She went right into her classroom and started chatting away with her teacher. I got her new shoes out of her bag and she asked her teacher to help her put them on! HRMPH!

Anyway, she was too busy to notice I left and I was so happy. That's the way she always used to be once upon a time at Jodie's daycare as well, it was nice to see that happy little Talia-at-drop-off again. I took Declan and Ruby grocery shopping and then even had a few minutes to catch up on email and read my Kindle in the parking lot before it was time to go pick her up. When her teacher opened the classroom door and she saw me, she came running to me with the biggest grin and a huge hug, before running back to her teacher to say "Sankoo! See you next time!"

My big girl. Where did my baby go?