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The daily doings of the H boys and their mama.

27 June 2010 June 27, 2010

Filed under: Adventures,Illness,Mommy — sarahgwynne @ 21:02

One of those Sundays. One of those Sundays spent recovering from Saturday. Did we go out? No, we did not. Crazy party at our place? No no no. Just… Noah. Noah had a bad day on Saturday. So bad that I had to cancel our special Mommy-And-Noah time (we were going to the opening of this) at the last minute, the very last minute, I mean, our ride (Oma) was already at the house. So four massive tantrums later, he passes out on the beanbag in the glaring sun (west-facing room) at 5.30pm. I also threw a tantrum. One of those “I have NO life outside of my children, I can’t even go to a GODDAMN GALLERY OPENING” tantrums which ended in my throwing every item that belongs to children into a pile in the playroom. Take THAT, stacking-toys! And THAT, small button-down-shirt-I-just-painstakingly-ironed-even-though-I-hate-ironing! Sigh.

So Sunday was damage control, making sure this was just an “incident” not a “phase”. I’m still not sure. Friend Shaun came over for BBQ and gossip and the demolition of the England team. A perfect ending to a perfectly shitty weekend. Phew!


Bilingual. June 26, 2010

Filed under: Adventures,Mommy — sarahgwynne @ 13:30

This is a tough one. At least, I think it’s tough. Apparently, according to the experts (my 20 books on Raising Children: How To, Version 2.5), for a child to be perfectly bilingual, it is vital that both languages are spoken in the home. And if there are more languages involved? What then?
When Noah was born we had to decide. We chose German, because we live in a German-speaking country and he has some German-speaking family, and English, so he knows what I’m saying when I yell at him. But D and I speak English with each other, which would then mean that D speaks English with me, German with the kids. That didn’t work for him, because he doesn’t like the German language. And it doesn’t work the other way because… well, neither do I. Language police, we need to be ticketed! So we only speak English at home. And I resigned myself to knowing that it was my fault if my children never learn a second language properly.

Not true! Noah speaks excellent German, better than many kids his age, and it’s his second language, so… you know, GENIUS. *ahem* After the disaster of a non-English speaking bilingual kindergarten, he now goes to a German-speaking one. And he communicates just fine. (Some of his stories are a little confusing, since he uses words from both languages in a single sentence, but for the most part the other children understand him perfectly. Except his friend Luis who speaks German and Spanish and informed me that he does not like it at all when we “talk funny and he can’t understand” “English, Luis? You don’t like it when Noah and I speak English?” “Yeah, I don’t like it. It’s scary.”)

So supporting Noah’s bilingualness (bilinguality?) is challenging but easier than expected, since he knows there is a difference. He’s getting very good at translating, something I wholly support, he asks everyone what things are called in the other language. And his absolute favourite thing right now is watching an episode of a show first in English, then in German (Oh, digital TV recording device that I just got this past week, I love you so!).

The point of this post is to negate what all the books say, kids will learn whatever the hell they want to, and you’re lucky if it’s something you wanted them to learn in the first place.


25 June 2010: A Party! June 25, 2010

Filed under: Adventures — sarahgwynne @ 20:36
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My oldest friend M’s daughter turned three recently, and we were invited out to Klosterneuburg for the party. Oma came along, even more handy because she has a car (and we do not), and because she can help keep an eye on He Who Does Not Obey And Will Pull The Entire Chocolate Cake Onto The Ground. *ahem*

A party is a party, but a summer’s eve party… ahhh.

My lads were the only lads under 30, all other party-guests and their younger siblings were ladies. There were dads about too, but they mysteriously disappeared to wherever the TV was. And were punished by watching the dullest game ever. Ha HA! We had to leave far too early, tears were shed, but we will definitely start attending other people’s events more often.


Noah explains an episode of Diego

Filed under: On-The-Fly — sarahgwynne @ 09:51

This took place a few weeks ago, but I only now found it on the camera. Noah loves Diego. Dora, too, but Diego more. And I make a point of discussing what he watches with him, so that the experience registers, we’re not just staring at the tube…


Indoor Playtime 2 June 20, 2010

Filed under: Adventures — sarahgwynne @ 21:31

The forecast was rain rain rain, so we loaded up the buggy and headed out to the Bogi-Park with Oma (who is visiting from China!) and Auntie Iris. Four adults for two kids is a ratio I can handle, I actually sat down and chatted with D-Bro for ten minutes at one point. Just like that! Crazy.

Bogi-Park is like the Albert-Sever Saal, but on steroids.

Death-defying slide-from-hell? Check. I went up there with him afterward and got nauseous.

There are lots of things to do, but the space never felt cluttered. Loads of space for Lil G to run around.

Balls. On a side-note, I happen to hate the pools filled with balls. I realize that I am alone in this.

Go-Carts, fer crying out loud.

Though he spent most of the time near or on me…

…he also went of to check out tha ladies. These were a bit confused, especially when he sat down nex tto them and started stroking their hair. Shameless flirt.

A final game of foosball.

By 14h (on a Sunday, no less) it is crowded, loud and hot, so we left to go have cake. Take a wild guess where we went.


The Right Stuff June 19, 2010

Filed under: Mommy,On-The-Fly — sarahgwynne @ 22:16

I was reading a friend’s blog this morning, wherein she mentions briefly that she develops temporary narcolepsy when forced to role play with her son. It made me laugh out loud and got me thinking… It’s different for every parent I know. Friend K does not role play or host puppet theatre. Friend AK does not play Duplo (rather, she has declared it a “bonding experience” for her son and his father… nice one!). My sister feels physically ill when forced to play cars. Same goes for my mom. You can see them lethargically pushing a car forward or backward, but even in the face of Noah’s enthusiasm, it only lasts about five minutes before they are suggesting something else, anything else. So just because your child (or nephew. or grandson) likes to do something, in no way means you do. Fair enough. Sadly, it’s the same the other way around. I love to draw, paint, model clay, craft. The glue gun is my friend. I have boxes and boxes, shelves upon shelves of crafting supplies.  But Noah does not enjoy crafting. Or drawing. Or colouring. Or glueing. He likes Play-Doh, so that’s nice, but… it’s different, you know?

For a while I got my fix by inviting over Noah’s friends to craft. So sad. So pathetic. “Come on over, B! Whatcha doing this afternoon, S? We’ll glue stuff! And use scissors! And colour! Because you are the kind of child who likes to do that sort of thing! What, Noah? You’re not interested? Go set up train tracks in the playroom then, your friend and I have canvases to paint!” These days I’m just leaving well enough alone. I’ll suggest it, usually in lieu of making gifts for the family, but that’s all. I can’t force him.

There’s still Lil G. Just gentle suggestion. Like tucking the glue gun into bed with him at night. He’ll be that child. Oh yes, he will.

Why is the floor of the playroom covered in balloons? I’ll never tell!


Sommerfest June 18, 2010

Filed under: On-The-Fly — sarahgwynne @ 06:13

N: Mommy, I know a really good song for the Sommerfest.

Me: Oh really, let’s hear it!

N: Sommerfest, So-mmer-fest, Sommerfest! Mommy is great!

N: It’s a short song.

Me: Thanks, hon. That is a great song.