Nefarious gets up earlier than me most days and works on various projects before I get up — I usually am up around 7, but she’s up with the sun at about 5:45. This morning she handed me this note when I got up. To decode, it says “dad. mat to ari. rat.” — her asking me to buy a new mat for her room, perhaps one with a picture of a rat on it. Little things like this make being a parent really wonderful.
As I mentioned before, I’m really glad that the Montessori system teaches cursive and doesn’t bother with block lettering (since kids learn that on their own and there’s really no need to teach it).
Yesterday we had a very surreal day at the park. When we arrived, it was completely deserted and quite eerie. Not a single kid was there, but there were squirrels and chipmunks everywhere. The “eerie” part was because there were tons of lunchbags, backpacks, jackets, and hats strewn about, including half eaten lunches… But no kids. We stayed for about two and a half hours, and no one came in that time period to retrieve what had been left, and I don’t really have an explanation as to why everyone had disappeared in such a hurry. I can only assume it was some sort of alien abduction.
Then as we’re sitting on top of the monkey bars, a women dressed as a princess walks into the park, followed not long afterwards by a guy in similar medieval garb. A total of eight more princesses followed — apparently there was some sort of “team building” exercise they were forced to do by their employer, who was a medieval reenactment enthusiast, and his wife had sewed their outfits.
Today we went back to Rock Oasis and climbed for another two hours. Nefarious made it to the top of a sixty foot tower, but spent most of her time bouldering. She saw some women climbing on the ceiling and definitely wants to be able to do that too.
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I prefer block lettering myself, but that is just the architect in me. I even right down things in all capital letters, it’s just habit. Good thing I don’t type that way.
that should be “write”, sorry.
Oooohhhh, that is creepy.
I find it strange that you have choosen a school that teaches cursive hand writing. When I was at school it was taught and a fountain pen was a must, no Biros. I’m not sure if this is the case because I’ve been out of mandatory school for 5 years now (in higher education). But if this is not the case, an art form shall be lost, its also a sad refelction on society.
P.S. I am refering to English schools.
Yup my dad writes in the all-caps way too, but then again he is almost 60.
ha ha ha that team building thing reminds me of something michael would do on the office.
That note is so cute. I am struggling hard with being a parent at times. (My son is “autistic”) But reading your posts always helps me focus on the important parts of being with a child.
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