Thursday, 17 September 2015

Are clowns just people dressed as clowns?

We were in a car recently with the girl, her aunt and her 2 year old cousin. At the side of the road there were two clowns showing off for tourists. I thought it was amusing, so I pointed out to the girl.

Look. Clowns. Over there,.

What? Where?

The two people with the funny hair by the side of the road.

Oh... I didn't think clowns existed.

Um… Yeah. Clowns exist. They're real. It's not like Sa—I look at her cousin and rethink my approach err, something that people make up, like ummmm. Mythological things. Fairies. Yokai.
People dress like clowns. It happens.

Ok.

Turns out that, when given the opportunity, I wouldn't give away spoilers on Santa Claus to her cousin make up for her aunt giving away the Skywalker family spoilers in
Star Wars.





Tuesday, 8 September 2015

First day of school

Big first: R started reception today (that's kindergarten for the non-Brits out there). She's in school now. For the next who-knows-how-many years. Somewhere between 14 and 22 (if she's anything like me). So that's going to take a bit of time.

I walked her to her new school today. We did the obligatory stuff. A special breakfast (R2-D2 shaped porridge)). A whole bunch of pictures at home both before we left and then getting on the scooter and getting our adventure on.

We live in Stoke Newington, which is a home to organic free range children. So you can imagine the number of people doing the same thing as me. I passed a family taking pictures of their kids in front of their house. I passed 3 neighbours on the way to the school and saw at least 3 more inside. It felt like being a part of a community, not at all like the middle of a megacity. Weird. Nice, though.

One of the neighbours I passed on the way asked So who is her teacher?

Um... not sure. R, do you remember your teacher's name?

Errrrrr. No.

I should probably find that out, shouldn't I?

Yeah.

A quick SMS back and forth to the wife gave us the name of the teacher, but that didn't help the confusion I faced next.

We got the school and entered into the playground. It was full. Hundreds of children, parents, maybe teachers too. It was a bit chaotic. All I knew is that I had no idea what I was supposed to be doing. I deduced from the scooter lock-up by the gate I should probably get R off her scooter. But beyond that, no clue.

I remembered the confusion I had as a kid for things like this — big masses of people and I was supposed to be somewhere specific in it, doing something. Well, turns out it's just as bad for the parent. I found the line-ups for the years 1-7, but not reception. I eventually found a neighbour and asked, and she told me where to find the reception classrooms. So I just had to dodge the queues and masses of children to make my way to the other side of the school. I picked up the girl and said, hold on tight, and swooshed through to relative calm of the other side.

I didn't need the teacher's name after all. I kind of recognised her from her home visit. So at least I was spared the embarrassment of dropping her off in the wrong class. Just an uncomfortable Am I in the right place? was enough.

They stagger the start day for the reception classes, so each day 6 new people start. Which means today there was R and 5 others. Not overwhelming at all, which is good. I stood around with her, helping her adjust and commiserating with the parents of another child from our street.

Her day was a bit marred by having slept on her neck funny. She woke up in the middle of the night with neck pain. By morning her neck hurt so much she was only comfortable tilting it to one side. So she was far less enthusiastic about the whole thing than I expect she normally would have been. Still, she braved her way through it. And I explained to the teacher to bear with her and she'd be more excited in time.

Her teacher dropped the hint that I should be heading out, so I and the two other remaining parents took off, leaving the kids sitting on a rug about to be addressed together for the first time.

She just turned 4 a month ago. I was 5½ when I started school. So I've no feeling at all for what she must think of all this. She's as ready as anyone else there, but that doesn't change that's it's a lot to take in.

L picked her up after school. By then her neck was ok and she was in a better mood. She spoke of the other children she met and what they played with. So that went well.

Another 3000 or so more days to go.

Monday, 31 August 2015

The planets

So today the daughter and I got to talking about Mars, and how there used to be water but it all evaporated out into space. We then got talking about the formation of the solar system and all the planets and how life formed on earth, and so on. It was really kind of fun.

Then we started talking about Pluto and I showed her the most recent photos of it, and how no one really knew what it looked like two months ago, but now it's all available in great detail.

So from there, we found some youtube videos explaining the size of the planets, the distance between them, how the sun works and so on. She really liked it, especially the ones where the planets sang. So I let her watch a bunch more on her own.

When I came back, she was even more excited about it all. She declared we were gas giants and she was Jupiter and I was Saturn, and her doll was the earth. And mamma was the sun, of course. She told me earth was the only planet with water since Mars didn't have any. I reminded her that Saturn's rings were mostly ice and Europa is entirely covered in frozen water. When I asked if she knew that Europa was a moon of Jupiter she just replied Of course I know that. I was actually a bit surprised that she actually took in everything.

When I put her to bed tonight, she pretended we were in outer space wearing space suits and heading to the bathroom on a space station. She pointed out all the planets on the way there. When she got to bed, I told her there was only time for a very short story. When I finished, instead of asking for another, she asked me to tell her all about the planets. So I started with the Sun (which all planets need for energy – which I'm pretty sure isn't actually true), then on to from Mercury, all the way to Pluto. Since she was still awake I went on to Eris, the Oort cloud (I'd have mentioned the Kuiper belt if I knew how to pronounce it), and comets. She still wasn't asleep, so I brought up exoplanets and that just got her more excited. After that I was grasping at straws. Haley's comet. Solar and lunar eclipses...

One of the last things she said before she dozed off was I learned a lot today.

It made my heart melt a bit.

Monday, 10 August 2015

Superheros

Out of the blue one day the girl says Tell me a story about the hulk.

Now I know that she knows something about superheros. After all Spiderman was fixture at her nursery, with her being shown Spiderman cartoons (I've no idea which ones) on some of the off days. She recognises Superman and Batman and Spiderman and Wonderwoman, but beyond the cape means they can fly I'm not sure she knows what they're all about. All I can tell is that she knows just enough about superheros to understand that they are more like fairly tales or myths.

So I try to explain to her The hulk has anger problems and when he gets really upset he turns into a giant green rage monster. And feels the need to break things around him.
Also, when he gets mad he also loses his grammar and speaks about himself in the third person. He calls himself Hulk instead of Bruce – possibly it's a self esteem thing. So he says Hulk Smash instead of I'm so angry I could break things.

She pauses for a bit and thinks about what I said. And comes back with So after going to the loo he says Hulk wash hands! instead of I need to wash my hands.?

Clearly she seems to have gotten the basics of the Hulk.




Thursday, 6 August 2015

Four year olds exposed: What happens one hour after your child wakes before you


What Happens One Hour

After Your Child Wakes Before You


First 10 minutes

She crawls into your bed & snuggles with your partner

The most redeeming factors of having a child is the hugs and snuggles. Needless to say, yours will climb over you to provide those sleepy hugs and snuggles to your partner.


20 minutes

You start getting kicked

As she starts making herself comfortable she adjusts repeatedly. You start getting kicked in the torso and crotch.

Also sometimes she will start singing to herself.


40 minutes

She goes upstairs

After crawling out of the bed and leaving the room, she goes somewhere. Eventually you start hearing thumping noises upstairs and assume she's playing with something.

As the noises get less and less recognisable, you and your partner debate who will get out of bed to find out what she's doing.


60 minutes & beyond

Your alarm goes off

If you're lucky you brought your phone with you so you could turn the alarm off. If not, your partner has the few extra minutes of sleep they argued for broken by trying to find your bloody phone.

Four different breakfast options sit on the table uneaten. Meanwhile, the child still denies she needs the loo.


Wednesday, 29 July 2015

Things she says, part 2

Another birthday related post. This time of random things she's said over the past year since part 1

starting with some older things...

Rockabye baby inna tree top
When the wind blows the cradle will rock
When the bow breaks the cradle will fall
And baby hurts herself and cries

I need to propalite my frownity in order to be patient.

You need to propalite your frownity?

yes

while playing with fridge magnets

That's an L, your mother's name begins with L

My mother's name is mamma. M is for mamma.

That's not her name, it's what you call her. Her name begins with L.

M is for mamma.

Followed up with me trying to explain how the Knight's song's name is not what it's called

It's time to sleep, you need to lie down. It's time to sleep.

Thank you for offering but I don't want to sleep.

blah blah blah Gooseberry

Gooseberry?

Yes. Gooseberry. It's a type of berry.

Duck cherry. Not gooseberry.

Let's go to the willow trees.

Why do you like willow trees?

Because people don't like willow trees.

When reading the girl a story about a giant

What's that?

A giant.

A giant of what?

Ummmmn ... good point. A troll?

Draw a lake of tears.

Okaaaaay...

And draw a duck in the lake.

Okay

I draw a lake with a duck and a little girl crying

What's she doing

She's crying

Why

You can't have a lake if tears without someone being very very sad and crying.

Oh...

Draw a man to cheer her up.

I want a rice cake!

I'm not going to give you a rice cake

Why not?

You're holding one in your right hand

I'm eating it now. chomp

Dinosaurs say roar

What else to they say?

They say deep voice good day. bow

Then they roar again

When I am an old man I will go in the house. A very big house... And I will eat. I will be very kind.

Watching the Daily show talking about Justin Beiber

No Jon Stuart! No! Stop!

...we stop the daily show

What's wrong?

He's talking wrong

What?

He's talking wrong about people

wrong about people? Do you like Justin Beiber?

Beiber.


I slouch in the chair and let out an audible sigh. The girl strokes my hair, looks at me sweetly and says you're welcome"

Then she says sit up straight"



I have a toy elephant that blows air out of its nose.

wait. don't you? What do you blow out of your nose?

Snot!



I catch her drawing on a chair and take away her crayon

you can have the crayon back if you say you're sorry

I'm sorry

do you mean it?

No.


about capes and flying

you need a cape to fly

i have a cape, I can't fly... I mean I can fly on a plane, but the cape doesn't make me fly.

you can fly with a cape... and you can fly on a plane.

What happens if I wear a cape on a plane?

The master of the aeroplane will grab the cape and run away with it. She will snatch it and say that's not a good idea.

And she will say This is not available in planes


What's that flour doing on the road?

I can't see what's she's referring to.

Do you mean flower as in the stuff that grows in a box of soil, or flour the stuff you make biscuits out of?

The stuff that grows into biscuits.



during a conversation about emotions

Do youknow any other emotions?

Slinky!

Slinky's not an —

Bounce. Bounce bounce bounce bounce repeat

and finally

Three little kittens lost thier mittens and didn't know where to find them
Leave them alone and they'll come home dragging their thumbs behind them

Tuesday, 28 July 2015

Three, a review

The girl is about to hit four so now's as good a time as any to go through the past year. Every child is different so none of this is likely to apply to anyone else. This is more of a general note since I've hardly blogged at all here this past year.

The biggest event was her starting nursery. She really liked all the books and toys and playing with other children. It made me feel less guilty the lack of arts and crafts I did with her at home. On the other hand... It's not the physical viruses that went around at nursery that were a problem, it was the memes. Princesses, fairies, Frozen, gender, bad grammar and cockney accents. I'm hoping once she starts real school the latter two will go away. But I suppose the rest will get worse over time.

The other affect of nursery was having to change her bedtime. Before she was in bed by 2130, but when she dropped her nap plus being at nursery at 8, meant moving bedtime back to 1930. Rather more traumatic since it meant dinner at 1730 or so. It was really hard at first to get dinner so early. It'd mean stopping work at the most productive time and figuring out what to make that she would eat. Which was always changing. Eventually we just had to give up eating together altogether and we'd just do child dinner and parent dinner 3 hours later. At least it meant us adults be able to eat food we liked again. And now the girl could eat fish fingers and sweetcorn.

A couple of weeks before she turned 3 she suddenly became insolent. It was a surprising personality shift where suddenly she'd be argumentative and refuse to listen or do things. Before that everything seemed so exciting to her. I suppose at 3 she realised what she didn't like and had the language to say so. She must have started to notice there were boundaries and that she could push them.

This was the part that drove me the most mad. This all happened before she started nursery so I can't blame this on other kids. I don't know why it started but I hope it ends with 4. Or at least changes to something more manageable. Otherwise I might end up with blog posts all a variation of Today we argued about something she'd never explain what. She'd just say Stop doing the thing I don't want you to do.

Three was also the year she stated asking for a brother and a sister. It's hard to explain to her that were perfectly happy as a trio. And impossible to say out loud that her behaviour is ensuring she'll be an only child. So instead she'll just pretend she's got invisible siblings around her when we go out and about.

The best parts of 3 were all the conversations. She's now eloquent enough to express what she's thinking and has come up with some really witty things. Pretend play was more exciting. We'd pretend to be at cafe (she even picked up the bill once). Or pretend we were fairies with magic wands transmuting things into other things. Or we'd build a Lego spaceship and take her toy animals into outer space and back. She's reconciled fantasy and science fiction in her head and is happy saying fairies are from fairy planet and aliens are from Jupiter.

Even playing Frozen was fun at first... until she literally didn't stop for 8 months. Now she just occasionally plays Rapunzel, but often conflates it with Star Wars. Well sometimes spar with inflatable Light Sabres and she'll say I cut off your head. But it's ok. I've replaced it with Rapunzel's

On that note we get to play Star Wars a lot. My parents gave her some of my old toys. It gives us something we both like to do together. She enjoyed it so much she wanted her 4th birthday party to have a space robots theme (she loved the R2-D2 cake)

She's still reserved in some ways but still rather outgoing at the same time. She's happy being on a stage (real or makeshift) and singing at the top of her lungs or telling a story. But she won't ask another child their name to start taking or playing with them. That said she does still find smaller kids on the playground and take them all over the place.

So that was 3. She'll be 4 in 2 days. I'm looking forward to seeing what it's like and how things will all change all over again. And I'll just try to keep up.

Saturday, 16 May 2015

Trying a new hope

Today I introduced the girl to Star Wars. She's a little younger now than I was when I first saw it, but I know many of per peers have already seen it and enjoyed it, so I figured it was time.

I tried her on Star Trek last a fortnight ago, but she was having none of it. At first she was It's got rocket ships! Yey! and then she realised it was people standing around on a spaceship talking to each other, which made her very bored and she demanded I turn it off.

That made it much harder to convince her to watch Star Wars. She refused at first, saying It's not for children. I want to watch something for children

It is. Don't you remember all the toys you played with at my parents' house?

Those were toys. I want to watch something for children. Not something with Grrr Argh at the end.

That's Firefly. Star Wars is very different. I'll show you.

I put up a still from the Clone Wars cartoon with R2D2 and a number of other droids. There's robots?!

Yes. And aliens.

Ok. Let's watch it

The movie had the right combination of action and exposition to keep her entertained throughout, as I suspected. Fortunately I remembered all the bits I found confusing has a child and was able to explain things before she hit bewilderment. We also had the advantage of being at home, not a cinema, so I could answer all the many many questions she had.

They're called Jawas.

What are they doing?

They're doing their job

Carrying robots?

Collecting. They collect robots.

What are they doing with them?

You'll see soon.

Are they aliens?

Well, sort of. I mean they don't think they are 'cause they live on that planet. But, let's just say yes, they are aliens. For us.

Unfortunately the sister-in-law already ruined the big reveal of Luke and Leia and Vader. The girl kept mentioning how she'd seen them as kids living together with the black thing in the book at her auntie's house. Oh well. Jeffrey Brown!

Some other selected highlights

Every now and again while watching she'd pipe up with the random punctuation of You have that toy!

She kept calling Chewbacca Chihuahua. Eventually she gave up and just called him the fluffy thing. You have that toy too.

I'd forgotten how surprisingly reasonable Leia is as a female character for a sci-fi movie from the 70s.

This. This is the kind of princess you can emulate.

How old is she? I think she's 10.

Ummm... about 20 I'd guess. About the same age as Luke, but she's clearly done much more with her life.

But she's bigger than Luke in [auntie]'s book.

That book is a bit... hyperbolic.

Yes his name is Jabba, not Jawa. He's not a Jawa. Not the same thing at all.

What did yo like most?

Running. jumping. running jumping.

What did you not like?

Stormtroopers.

On seeing Alderaan destroyed: Oh no! Her planet broke!

On the Mos Eisley cantina scene: That's an alien. And that's an alien. And that's an alien (repeat × 8)

What's the empire?

They're an evil political organisation that keeps the population in line using fear, intimidation and violence. Kind of like Tories.


All in all I think we both really enjoyed the experience. I think I'll try her on some of the other films. And probably some of the less intense episodes of the Clone Wars series as well. I'm mostly looking at it as something I liked from my childhood that I still like that we can both enjoy an get excite about together.

Monday, 6 April 2015

Now we are two

We decided to try an experiment. We went to visit the family in the US. And then we left the girl with her grandparents. She's been there almost two weeks and she comes back tomorrow.

A bit of background. Life's gotten quite busy here. A planned visit to the States was to end with us coming back at the start of half-term. A magical period where not only schools are out, but so is nursery (because why would you need extra childcare then?). So zero free time has turned into negative free time.

When we mentioned this to L's mother she asked Why don't you just leave her with us for a while? You can change her flight home and I'll come back with her. Which we though Ha ha ha. That's silly — Wait.... why not?   Hey, what do you think about staying in the States with you grandparents for a week?

Yeah!

And that was that. Actually not quite. We were quite hesitant. But with her excited about it, we could at least take it seriously. I know we'd always expected for her to spend a summer or other break with her cousins or grandparents, but at 3½... we'd not expected to get the chance so soon. So to make sure we were doing the right thing, we did a number of tests.


Test One: The Sleepover.

The girl had never spent the night away from us. She'd recently gotten to sleep for a sitter, so we knew it was possible. But we'd never tried. So, with her assent, she spent a night a friends house. It worked. She had dinner and went to bed and eventually got to sleep and woke up without freaking out. Score.


Test Two: The Flight.

After staying with the grandparents she has to get back home. Which means a 7 hour flight. Her grandmother was going to fly alone with her, and the girl had to be trusted to behave for the duration. In other words, not run up and down the aisle into first class like last time.

Not an issue, if her flight over is any basis. she spent the entire time engrossed in the entertainment system. Hours of Doctor McStuffins and various other children's shows. She had to be bribed to leave the seat and go to the loo. So this would not likely be a problem.


Test Three: The day with the grandparents

She's a lovely lass, but can be a handful if you're not expecting it. So we had to be sure the grandparents knew what they were getting into. On the first full day we were in the States, we got up early and left the girl with her grandparents while we spent the entire day shopping and seeing friends, with the plan of returning after she was asleep in bed. We had a lovely time. She had a lovely time. She was actually asleep when we got home.

With all those tests passed, we still had one final challenge


Test Four: The airline tickets

We had to change the girl's ticket to a new flight, and get her grandmother on the same flight, and get them linked so they could fly together. And agree on a day with the grandparents. Not trivial but also not a big deal. Except to save like £100 per person we went through one of those cheap ticket resellers. Over email, resellers told me they can make the change. Good. But then they say on the phone only the airline can do it since it involves the grandparent's ticket. The airline, on the other hand, says only the resellers can do it since we bought the ticket through them. Back and forth few times til we learned the grandparent had to buy the ticket less than 24 hours before the child ticket was changed. During the back and forth we had to cancel the grandmother's ticket just so we'd have another 24 hours to resolve it. Finally, after a bit of escalation, a manager at the resellers says Look, only the airline can do it. If you don't believe me, call them. Then call me back on a three-way-call and I'll talk to them with you and we'll sort it out together.

So I gave the airline another call. After being on hold for 30 min. I got through and they, as chipper as can be, said, Of course we can help you with that... huh, there's a funny grinding noise on the line. Is that teeth?

I do understand why they initially denied it. Even with things going smoothly it took another 45 minutes of changing flights, changing times, moving seats, breaking up bookings, regrouping bookings, and so on and so forth. Until finally, everything was in order. The seats were booked and all was set in stone for the girl to stay.

As we stayed there we all became more and more comfortable with her staying without us. At one point when she was sleeping in another room, she got up in the middle of the night and walked to the room sister-in-law was sleeping in, and crawled into bed in between her and her infant daughter, and went back to sleep. In the morning when we spoke to the girl she said I thought you went back to London. Given how blasé she was about it, we figured she'd be just fine.

Our flight back by ourselves is where it started to hit us. First time in ages going through security without the child and her accoutrements. It was pretty easy. And on the plane L and I had a row of 3 by ourselves. It was too uncomfortable to sleep, but I had the luxury to find out, which was nice in itself. And when we landed we could go through the e-passport queues, so that took no time at all getting out, getting baggage and getting home.

It's been weird not having her around the house. Part of it is reverting to how life was before, when L & I were just a couple. So weird in that it's completely not weird at all. Though I do like being able to make the food I like to eat without worrying about spices or avoiding certain foods. La la la, let's just put a quarter cup of chilli peppers in here. Oh crushed chillies, I missed you. Let's be friends again. For a little while.

Another part of of the weird is recovering from the exhaustion of the past 3.5 years. So far I've twice slept in 12 hour chunks. I once went to bed at 7am and still got some sleep afterwards.

And there's the part where we can finally do the things that we've been putting off, like moving heavy furniture. I've been able to clean and hoover the house, and use caustic chemicals without putting them away immediately. I've done two years worth of shredding. We've 5 full recycling bags with just shredded paper and boxes we no longer need.

L on the other hand is taking the opportunity to let her attention drift. I suppose not having a child around lets you just sit and vegetate. That plus a phone with games and internet means you're not there when you're there. I found earlier that in order to keep her attention for the full duration of a conversation, I had to phone her despite being in the next room.

We've been getting reports from the grandparents about how she's doing. The first week seemed fine, though it looks like she's starting to wear down and tire of all the uncertainty and how different everything is. We've been doing Skype calls every 2 or 3 days, It's been lovely seeing her. Especially when say says I miss you dad. She's so much more rational on the calls than when she's with us talking to her grandparents.

Anyways, she's back tomorrow. We'll just have to see how she comes with this change and all the rest that's in store in the next month.

Friday, 2 January 2015

Dinosaurs

I wanted to expose the girl to dinosaurs a bit more. I really liked them as a kid, so I figured she might enjoy it. Since we don't have any books I decided to show her Walking with Dinosaurs clips on YouTube.

She said she'd seen dinosaur videos before, and seemed really keen on the idea.

But when I showed her the videos she got really bored quite quickly. After a bit of probing it turned out she was disappointed from the lack of dancing and songs.

I hate you CBeebies. You ruined dinosaurs.