Saturday, May 28, 2005

Let's all put on our bragging hats

This is where I reveal myself as one of those mothers who gets overly excited about her child's every small accomplishment. Deal with it. :-)

The kindergarten play was this week, and dang was it cute. (Really, all you have to do is put fifty or sixty kindergarteners on stage together, and you're guaranteed cuteness whether they perform well or not.) It was a farm play, and G's class played the pigs. She had six lines, which made me a little nervous -- she could say them perfectly at home, not to mention execute all the songs and dances like a pro, but you never know what's going to happen when the spotlight's on. She did wonderfully well, though, and we were very proud.

Because she was one of the Student of the Month winners for May, we were invited to watch her accept her award at an assembly the day after the play. She got to shake the principal's hand and stand up on the stage with her certificate and the "Super Student" bumper sticker that comes with it. P isn't a bumper-sticker kind of guy, so the sticker went on my car. I told her that I would take her out to dinner anywhere she wanted to celebrate, but instead of a restaurant, she chose a little hole-in-the-wall pizza place she loves. So, we went to an early showing of Madagascar, and then she had her slice of cheese pizza and was happy.

Today was the usual Saturday-morning tap class. They're having a recital on June 24, so the entire class is devoted to rehearsal for that right now. Most of the other girls in her class are much younger -- it's for 4- to 6-year-olds, and I think she's the only one at the top end of that range -- and they're all over the place, talking to each other and giggling and falling on the floor. G, on the other hand, is dead serious about it all. She stands there in the middle of the line, towering over everyone else, watching the teacher with a look of intense concentration and copying her every move. She may not be the world's best tap dancer, but it's not for lack of trying. I have the feeling I ought to switch her into a class for older kids when this session ends, because the teacher has to spend so much time getting the 4-year-olds to stay in line and do what they're supposed to do that there isn't much left for actual instruction.

G, for her part, says she wants to quit tap and take flamenco during the summer session. There is a flamenco class for 6- to 12-year-olds, but I really don't want to sign her up for it. For one thing, I don't think she actually knows what flamenco is -- she just likes the sound of it -- and for another, I don't want to buy yet another pair of special shoes for a class that only lasts 9 weeks. I think I'll check out what's available through the rec departments in a few neighboring cities and see if there's something that appeals to her more.

After tap, I took her out to breakfast at Denny's, where she's been asking to go for a while. She enjoyed her French toast sticks and had fun playing with the Madagascar mask and finger puppet they were giving out. We had to ask specially for her to have one, and I'm pretty sure it's because the hostess thought she was older and wouldn't want it. This is something that happens all the time -- she's very tall for her age and always has been, and so people assume she's older than she is, even though she talks and acts like a 6-year-old. In fact, it happened again later in the day while we were at the Lakeshore Learning store. An older girl came up to us in the musical instruments aisle and started talking to G, obviously assuming G was her age. When she got around to asking G how old she was, G said "Six," and the girl said "Oh! I'm eight ... I thought you were eight too." (I hope this looking-older thing doesn't translate into looking 16 when she's 12. Eeek.)

Lakeshore Learning was great, by the way. They have free crafts for kids every Saturday, so G made a hand puppet, and we bought some fun stuff -- a kit for making bead necklaces and bracelets, a floor puzzle, a bucket of word tiles (there are prefixes like bl- and br- and endings like -ack and -ight, and you put them together to make words), and a laminated map of the world. She played with these goodies all afternoon, first with me, and then by herself while P and I watched the season finale of "Lost." I got a Teacher's Club card on this visit, so I'll definitely be going back for more shopping. I've always gotten educational supplies at Staples, but they don't have anywhere near the selection this place does.

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Talk to me

G's pretty articulate for a six-year-old -- she has a good vocabulary, and her speech is clear and easy to understand, even for adults who don't know her. However, a couple of "baby" pronunciations have lingered. Until this year, she always said "do's" for "does," as in "He do's that." Now she always gets "does" right, but she still says "taste-es" for "tastes," as in "This spaghetti sauce taste-es weird." (I heard that one at the dinner table this evening.) I probably should not find this cute, but I do. I'm going to be sad when "taste-es" goes the way of "do's."

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

You know your weekend was busy ...

... when you don't get around to writing about it till Wednesday.

On Friday night, we went as a family to see "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy." I probably enjoyed it the most, since I've been a fan of the books since I was a teenager, but P and G liked it too.

On Saturday, G had tap class as usual. Then, after lunch, we went with some friends to see an exhibit of Egyptian mummies at a local museum. G's been interested in mummies ever since we read a Magic Treehouse book about them, so she was pretty excited to see some in person. I was too -- I did see some Egyptian things when P and I visited the Metropolitan Museum several years ago, but we were in a hurry at the time and I didn't get to look at them for as long as I would have liked. In addition to mummies, this exhibit had lots of sarcophagi, canopic jars, wooden coffins, figurines, and scarabs and other jewelry. G pronounced all the jewelry "gorgeous," LOL. I'm fascinated by personal effects like those because they make me think about the people they belonged to: a necklace may be an artifact in a glass case now, but once it was someone's prized possession, kept safe in a box and taken out on special occasions. Somehow I doubt any of my own jewelry will be in a museum 3,000 years from now, but hey, you never know.

On Sunday morning, G had a playdate with one of her best friends. The two girls hadn't seen each other in a few months, and it was hard for them to say goodbye even after three hours of nonstop playing! We finished out the day with a trip to Toys R' Us and an early dinner, and then it was time to regroup for another crazy week of work and school. That's one thing I don't like about Sunday nights: the feeling that my reprieve is over and I'm about to jump back on the hamster wheel again. Blah.

Anyway, next weekend is promising to be just as busy. G has a birthday party to attend on Saturday afternoon and is looking forward to it immensely -- she's been talking about it nonstop ever since she got the invitation two weeks ago. On Sunday, we'll make a quick stop to give P's mom her Mother's Day gifts, and then we're off to Disneyland to renew our annual passes. G doesn't know we're going to Disneyland yet. She also doesn't know we're spending the night at the Disneyland Hotel and going again the next day, so there should be major excitement when we tell her. I'm looking forward to it. :-)