treehouse fun

imaginative play is often the most rewarding to listen to and watch. My boys had so much fun this morning exploring and playing with the new tree house.

stitches

4pm on Saturday afternoon the boys head outside. they found an old tub that we had in the shed and mae a boat. they were sailing to Noosa. a of a sudden there is a cry.
2 hours later, 4 stitches later Archie comes home from the local hospital.
Brotherly love !!

when we were at the hospital the doctor decided to stitch his eye, rather than glue it as it was so close to the eye and they didn't want the glue in it. after applying a pad with anesthetic ointment on his cut for 15 minutes ( although i think it only lasted 10 mins as arch ripped it off !!) he lay on the bed, with hugo by his side i had to hold the laughing gas mask over his mouth while they gave him a needle to numb the area even more.

then they stitched the cut shut.

on the way out of the hospital Hugo held onto my had " mummy i don't want to be a doctor when i grow up"

busy days

:: first signs of spring
:: flowers
:: picnics outside
:: mowing the lawn

tree house

with a little help the tree house was finished :: a few hours passed in between i think John finally finished around 9 30 pm !!

shopping

this afternoon after we had come inside from gardening we went for a drive to a shop called Sylph ( shop 10 Mc Adam Square , North Croydon ) .
after many Weeks of looking and longing at this tree house, by Hugo ( and Me) we went shopping for it today.
not often do i buy random presents, especially something like this that would be a great Christmas and birthday present, but seeing as Hugo's birthday is 2 weeks after Christmas i always like to give him something special during the year. ( due to my naivety i was unaware of celebrating the winter solstice, but next year i think this would be a perfect time for this type of gift, as well as including a celebration ) anyway i digress. so we set out and bought this beautiful tree house, next step was setting it up. we started it and the job was finished by daddy after everyone was tucked up in bed.

how does your garden grow

we have resident possums at our house ( they are more like horses by the size of them) and they EAT EVERYTHING.
our rocket is growing after i cut a milk container in 1/2. i have been saving the bottom half of milk containers for tea light candle lanterns. we are having a big fundraiser at kinder in a few months at night time and these will line the front part of the garden. but i was left with the tops of all the milk containers. with our resident Mr and Mrs possum and their extended family !! i thought this might help. at this stage while the plants are so little it is helping but i will have to think of something else soon as the seedlings are getting too big.

today was such a beautiful day we sent most of the day out in the garden weeding, playing and enjoying the sunshine

our rhubarb is growing

snow peas are startng to grow

art

after reading the ever inspirational and great blog jelly baby blog and what Jo has been up to i became inspired. Jo had found a blog called the artful parent. what a great blog, lots of fantastic ideas, interviews and information about creativity and art with children. my philosophy is that creativity and art are such important tools for us all to use. it happens so easily for children, its natural, its part of who they are, there are no negative thoughts ( or there shouldn't be) its just part of their expressing and making sense of the world around them, art is such an easy way for them to express what is going on, rather than stumbling, not knowing or finding the right words, a drawing, painting or sculpture can express it all -:: their thoughts, ideas, worries, experiences :: life.
i sat down to think of things that i could do with Hugo and Archie.
instantly i remembered a favourite activity that the children i taught loved :: you take a normal cheap glossy white bathroom/kitchen tile. the children roller paint over the surface and then using a cotton bud draw in the paint. when finished you put a piece of paper over the tile give it a rub and hey presto a print !! the instant result provides big smiles and continuous amounts of prints being made :: instant gratification.
these 2 photos are examples that Hugo had done last year. we took it another step by drawing on to the print as well as doing a second print over the top in another colour.

after reading JO's post it made me stop and think. i will digress now and explain my delima.

i have deliberated and deliberated most of the year about what i want for Hugo next year. he is a January baby and young in his peers. i always said that i would give him another year before he starts school and he is enrolled in a Pre Prep programme, (where i used to teach) for next year. this prog is full time 5 days a week and the children have a play based program to learn within as well as specialist lessons including swimming music library art and pmp. i was so excited that he could go, rapt that he would do and experience activities and events that children i had taught experienced, excited that two fantastic colleagues of mine would take him under their wings and give him the best possible start to his education. that was until last month when all of a sudden my little quiet shy reserved boy changed, he spoke to strangers he answered questions he looked people in the eye, he engaged. everything started to come together. and then i thought and looked at our environment, the small hamlet/suburb area we live in that is unique and special where it feels like a town where people know you and your children... i looked at the peer group and what a great year it is a healthy mix of boys and girls and all generally great kids with great families and then i started to think, i take him away for a year to give him the pre prep experience when he comes back to our area he will be in a different peer level and ALL his friends are above him at school, it didn't seem right. but "he has to go to Pre Prep" kept going through my head and then i thought maybe its because i want him to have all the experiences i gave 100's of kids maybe it was the romantic notion of him experiencing all the wonderful arty and cultural experiences that i had done with other children. and then i thought outside the square i was in. so why can't i give him that just here, here in our house, here at home. and then it was like this huge weight lifted. so that's what we have done, at this stage. i went to the local primary school got an enrolment form and filled it in. at this satge this is where we are headed. i have tme to play and continue to observe, but i think i have made my decision and i fell happy and a part of my home town. and i really hope its the right decision, as i know boys mature socially and emotionally later but if cracks start to appear in a few years i had always thought that i would move him to an independent school in grade 5 so we just do that year level twice at 2 schools.
so it was quite timely reading Jo's post about art with children as i plan on setting up 1-2 experiences each day, one that stays the same for the week, that he can come and revisit time and time again, and one that is new and exciting each day. as the weather improves , lots of journal recording outside in the garden.
so i need to be diligent on this challenge and make it happen for both of us. the Television goes off !! and the art experiences start now.
lots of reading, drawing, painting, clay, modelling, wire collage all experiences to represent knowledge, thoughts and ideas .
as i have sat and reflected i remembered this poem by Lois Malaguzzi, founder of Reggio Emilia philosophy of education, the way i encouraged the children i taught.

The child
is made of one hundred.

The child has a hundred languages

a hundred hands a hundred thoughts

a hundred ways of thinkingof playing, of speaking.

A hundred always a hundred ways of listening of marvelling, of loving

a hundred joys for singing and understanding

a hundred worlds to discover a hundred worlds to invent

a hundred worlds to dream.

The child has a hundred languages(and a hundred hundred hundred more)

but they steal ninety-nine.

The school and the culture separate the head from the body.

They tell the child:to think without hands to do

without head to listen and not to speak to understand without joy

to love and to marvelonly at Easter and at Christmas.

They tell the child : to discover the world already there

and of the hundred they steal ninety-nine.

They tell the child:that work and play

reality and fantasy science and imagination

sky and earth reason and dream are things

that do not belong together.

And thus they tell the child that the hundred is not there.

The child says: No way. The hundred is there.


Loris Malaguzzi
(translated by Lella Gandini)

birthdays

today is one of my great friends birthday. Hugo, Archie and I went and had lunch with her and her boys. its amazing what can be achieved when it needs to be. a quick card that i made. i love the floral paper and the colours.
we had a lovely relaxed afternoon.
today i was going to show you what was on my desk, but .... nothing except a great big pile of bills. next week i promise i will have something creative.

morning meetings

after reading the ever inspirational soule mama blog i was inspired to set up a morning meeting. my grandma used to set up the breakfast table every night before she went to bed, so taking a leaf from her book i did this. i also placed out a clip board next to everyones bowl as a provication to develop a morning meeting, a time to talk about the day ahead:: things we need to do things we want to do things we would like to do. Archie enjoyed the time to eat and draw, Hugo was interetd in this and felt very important italip board. he wanted to write the day of the week. i will keep on with this idea as i think it is a nice way to start the day all together as equals.

skiing Days

some may call it hot housing but both our boys have started skiing around 18 months. both of them just seemed to know what to do, i guess they have watched us so often its just second nature.

teddy

when i was pregnant with Hugo, one of the little girls i taught gave me a present, a hand knitted teddy by her grandma. it went into the big pile of teddies that he received when he was born. 11months later when Hugo was 11 months old he found him. there was instant attraction and neither have ever left each others side. only this year does Hugo sometimes leave teddy at home when we go out for the day, but there is always love.
if teddy could talk, the stories he would tell.........
we love teddy.
this photo is when hugo was 11 months old and the other was last night. true love and best friends.

rainy day fun