Sorry, no post today – I have a very sore eye and cannot cope with screens. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
Hannah is sitting on the floor in front of the Christmas tree, wearing a Santa hat, singing, “la, la, la, la, life’s a happy dream”. She is only 6. There are 20 little kids her age who had life stolen from them before they even got to Christmas this year.
I got to spend my Friday with my two girls at their school fun day yesterday. In Connecticut parents are being told their children have been murdered by an evil young man with a gun. Heartbroken for them, gutted that this world contains such evil, thankful for my own kids and at a loss to know why these things happen.
After a day of hard labour I now have a sore back and no front hedge!
Iona is enjoying her “best birthday ever”, presents, cake and morning tea with neighbours, lunch with friends at Great Taste, movie with friends (Puss in Boots) and now some party games. Apparently the best part was riding into town in the back of the car because we were a seat short – we could have saved some money!
Disappointed to find we were right in moving the girls to another school. Reply from school board effectively says, “we are concerned by what happened but will change nothing”. Which we expected but had hoped for better.
Perpetrator was ‘dealt with’ (community constable talked to him and he missed out on a school trip – that’s fine by me), my main issue is that they are still not addressing the core of our complaint that there is too much stressy behaviour from the teachers and this is making things confusing and difficult for the kids.
The bedtime battle has commenced! So far tantrum-throwing toddler has been defeated once but appears to be rallying his forces for a counter attack. (I can hear the pounding of troops marching now!)
Phew! Just intercepted Nathanael as he came in the door with a plate piled high with sand, “for you Dad”. (None on the floor this time!)
It was thoughtful, he had arranged stones and shells on it too.
At lunch time I happened to used the word ‘complicated’, Hannah boldly announced that she knew what complicated means: “it means you can’t poo!”
I’ve acquired a very irritating alarm clock – little person who climbs into our bed, lies horizontally across it and proceeds to kick me until I get up and get him his morning milk!