Oh well, not brilliantly intelligent but you know, a passing glimpse of something. Its just that when i was reading The Jumblies, AGAIN, i thought that it reminded me of The Quangle Wangle poem and after googling, it turns out that was Edward Lear too. That’s a nice site btw :~)
Just thumbing through the “Works” book to see if i can find another poet for this week. I want someone who does decent nonsense, like Lear and Carroll, any ideas anyone?
Had a reasonable new Year-ish day today. We all tidied, cleaned rooms, changed beds, chucked out, did washing. Ate both our meals together, always a good thing. Max baked with them, Fran followed the recipe for and made a cake all on her own, they did thank you cards made out of exactly the shapes they were using this time last year – it was interesting to see how Fran’s thought processes had changed in that time. She was more like Maddy was last year, making proper pictures with them. We sat and did geomags together, Max and Fran finished the engine. Mostly Maddy got cross and angry and did a lot of pushing and hitting. She didn’t want to do anything with me and eventually got her sleeping bag and zipped herself into it. Heigh ho.
Josie has been much less hungry and i’ve read 2 Princess Diary books and the first Malory Towers. I need a brain break.
Just read them a short “As you Like it” but it went right over their heads. Might stop those and put them on my list for my CM Yr 1 1/2 i think.
Must brain dump some ideas on engines, solar system and reptiles – all things the girls want to know more about.
Max’s last day off tomorrow. Its been such a lovely holiday, i’m really going to miss him.
I felt a bit mean today, given she is only little, but Fran had been asking about the earthquake victims and how we could help. So i was pretty angry with her today when she started to stamp and scream because she didn’t have Princess shoes like the other two. So i’m afraid i took her aside and spoke pretty grimly about just how little some people have got at the moment and asked her to look around at her room and imagine not only it, but all of us, gone. I know my daughter enough to know what she can take and she clearly did have a pretty good think (i daresay the fact that just trying to explain how awful she was being made me cry helped bring her to her senses a bit) – she was a much more sensible and grown up girl after that. I felt a total heel but she’s getting on for 7, she’s taken it on board and with that knowledge and ableness has to come some responsibility to not behave like a selfish brat. At least, i think so.
