Sadly this post is not strictly about awe and wonder, but it made me smile and I hope it does you too.
Frog has done precious little homework this holiday. Not that that's a bad thing in itself; I just didn't want her to forget everything while on school holidays. So in my usual I-work-in-media-therefore-I'm-a-deadline-junkie kind of way I thought we could use the last week to 'do a project'. Frog could choose the topic, I'd decide what to do.
My vision: Frog would choose something gorgeous, girlie and glamorous: think High School Musical with added glitter. We could write the words to a song, learn a dance and count the number of characters (or something like that). Perfect for a bit of togetherness and lots of fun.
I made the suggestion about the project to her and it was greeted with reserved enthusiasm but not total dismissal. I explained how it would work and made some suggestions for the types of things she might choose for her topic: HSM, mermaids, fairies, the magic faraway tree, the beach, under the sea. But made it clear it was her choice.
She thought very seriously for a few minutes, very seriously, and finally decided, "Mummy I want to do my project on swine flu."
Well, what can you say to that?
Any suggestions for swine flue related activities gratefully received, please post a comment.
As for awe and wonder - back next post!
Thursday 27 August 2009
Tuesday 25 August 2009
Delicious, delectable, desirable cake
Rowdy has wanted to make a cake for ages. Of course, not just a normal cake but a cake shaped like a dinosaur. Saturday provided the perfect opportunity: his best friends coming for tea. The morning was spent scouring Brixton for green and blue food colouring (for the record we couldn't find any without tartrazine so decided to take the risk and it was fine).
We whipped up a double batch of Victoria Sponge mix, filled a square tin and made a paper template to cut the dinosaur. When cooked and cooled we slathered him with lime green butter frosting and drew his eyes, scales and 'raaaaaahs' with blue icing.
Rowdy's expression as we created this magical creature was one of pure wonder... raaaaaah!
Saturday 22 August 2009
A glorious sunrise
Normally I am woken by Rowdy shouting: Mummy, mummy, I need a poo! He doesn't always, but knows it's guaranteed to get me up.
This morning a shouted whisper woke me. Frog: Mummy, come quick, there's the most beautiful sunrise outside. And indeed there was; the sky awash with pinks, apricots, oranges and purples was truly worth getting up for if only for a minute.
We stood together watching the colours change as the sun glinted on the clouds. The London rooftops and chimneypots silhoueted in that perfect juxtaposition between the natural and man made worlds.
Frog was silenced by awe and wonder, not something that happens often!
This morning a shouted whisper woke me. Frog: Mummy, come quick, there's the most beautiful sunrise outside. And indeed there was; the sky awash with pinks, apricots, oranges and purples was truly worth getting up for if only for a minute.
We stood together watching the colours change as the sun glinted on the clouds. The London rooftops and chimneypots silhoueted in that perfect juxtaposition between the natural and man made worlds.
Frog was silenced by awe and wonder, not something that happens often!
Tuesday 18 August 2009
The magic of water
What is it about kids and water?
This weekend we spent a lot of time at the lido, we did a bit of swimming although too cold to stay in for hours. But had lots of fun. Just being near the water, hearing the splashing, paddling the toes, jumping in occasionally kept the kids happy for hours.
They'd never be as happy at home despite the toys, the tele, the 'entertainment'. Yet outside by the pool with a picnic they couldn't be happier.
Marvellous!
(What to do in winter? Fill the bath and let them at it!)
This weekend we spent a lot of time at the lido, we did a bit of swimming although too cold to stay in for hours. But had lots of fun. Just being near the water, hearing the splashing, paddling the toes, jumping in occasionally kept the kids happy for hours.
They'd never be as happy at home despite the toys, the tele, the 'entertainment'. Yet outside by the pool with a picnic they couldn't be happier.
Marvellous!
(What to do in winter? Fill the bath and let them at it!)
Sunday 9 August 2009
Breaking Bread
Food is always a source of great delight in our family and many wonderful weekends are spent with friends cooking, eating and drinking wine.
My first moment of awe and wonder this weekend was marvelling at how we have passed on the joy of breaking bread to our children. We were at a friends house house for 'tea' on Friday, and often these events are truly stressful tantrumfests. But not this week. The six children invited, aged from 2 to 8, sat around the table told stories and jokes to each other and ate a convival meal of pizza and salad, occassionally toasting each other (and each other's burps!) with French grenadine. It was brilliant: partly a glimpse into the future of their lives and partly a miniature mirror of our own.
Later that evening, my husband and I made fatayer for our picnic on Saturday, a delicious middle-eastern treat... a total faff to make. But we did it together, sharing a bottle of wine - stopping only to eat chicken barbecued with a harrissa marinade and to dance around the kitchen. Wonderful.
Saturday was a picnic at Kew Gardens with dear friends. We packed my granny shopping trolley with a feast and took the boat from Westminster Pier. Behaving like a tourist always reminds me of how awesome our capital city is: steeped in history, brimming with creativity and beautiful to look at from the Thames in the sunshine.
Kew Gardens itself is a magical place; there is always something new to see. Today there were giant sculptures of seed pods crafted from wicker. They were fantastic, the children loved them and so did we. (Last time we went, it was new born ducklings who wanted to share our picnic and the only place in London where the sun was shining).
We found a beautiful spot near the bottom of the lake to lay out our blanket and feast. We were joined by friends, opened some champagne and shared much laughter. Every now and then one of our group would wander off to look at something in the gardens: the treetop walk, the sackler crossing, the water lily house, where the lily pads are so enormous they would probably hold my five year old.
I spent much of the day thinking about my quest for awe and wonder and that whenever I think it doesn't exist I must just spend the day at Kew. It is an awe-inspiring place: from the beauty of the natural world, to man's desire to love and protect it. The best of it exists here.
Sunday was a lazy day, lounging with the papers at Brockwell Lido. London in the sunshine: awesome!
All in all a great weekend for awe and wonder. I'm enjoying the search; looking for the positive in things that surround me. After all it would have been very easy to feel extremely pissed off when: 1. my husband decided to get car insurance quotes just as we were about to leave the house on our way to Kew causing us to miss our boat, or 2. when my daughter refused to eat anything other than ice cream at our picnic on Saturday or 3. when I got a £120 fine for going into a box junction. Arse! Life can be as awful as awesome.
My first moment of awe and wonder this weekend was marvelling at how we have passed on the joy of breaking bread to our children. We were at a friends house house for 'tea' on Friday, and often these events are truly stressful tantrumfests. But not this week. The six children invited, aged from 2 to 8, sat around the table told stories and jokes to each other and ate a convival meal of pizza and salad, occassionally toasting each other (and each other's burps!) with French grenadine. It was brilliant: partly a glimpse into the future of their lives and partly a miniature mirror of our own.
Later that evening, my husband and I made fatayer for our picnic on Saturday, a delicious middle-eastern treat... a total faff to make. But we did it together, sharing a bottle of wine - stopping only to eat chicken barbecued with a harrissa marinade and to dance around the kitchen. Wonderful.
Saturday was a picnic at Kew Gardens with dear friends. We packed my granny shopping trolley with a feast and took the boat from Westminster Pier. Behaving like a tourist always reminds me of how awesome our capital city is: steeped in history, brimming with creativity and beautiful to look at from the Thames in the sunshine.
Kew Gardens itself is a magical place; there is always something new to see. Today there were giant sculptures of seed pods crafted from wicker. They were fantastic, the children loved them and so did we. (Last time we went, it was new born ducklings who wanted to share our picnic and the only place in London where the sun was shining).
We found a beautiful spot near the bottom of the lake to lay out our blanket and feast. We were joined by friends, opened some champagne and shared much laughter. Every now and then one of our group would wander off to look at something in the gardens: the treetop walk, the sackler crossing, the water lily house, where the lily pads are so enormous they would probably hold my five year old.
I spent much of the day thinking about my quest for awe and wonder and that whenever I think it doesn't exist I must just spend the day at Kew. It is an awe-inspiring place: from the beauty of the natural world, to man's desire to love and protect it. The best of it exists here.
Sunday was a lazy day, lounging with the papers at Brockwell Lido. London in the sunshine: awesome!
All in all a great weekend for awe and wonder. I'm enjoying the search; looking for the positive in things that surround me. After all it would have been very easy to feel extremely pissed off when: 1. my husband decided to get car insurance quotes just as we were about to leave the house on our way to Kew causing us to miss our boat, or 2. when my daughter refused to eat anything other than ice cream at our picnic on Saturday or 3. when I got a £120 fine for going into a box junction. Arse! Life can be as awful as awesome.
Thursday 6 August 2009
Day 1
Kids awake at 5.30 am. Hideous. Really want more sleep. But 'awe and wonder mum' decides just to enjoy two sleepy children coming for a cuddle. Awesome probably not, wonderful definitely yes!
Wednesday 5 August 2009
In search of Awe and Wonder
It's late, but I've been meaning to start this for ages and if I don't do it now I won't ever. There's never enough time. Too much of all the bad stuff but never enough time.
I decided to start this blog as I start a new adventure, to find awe and wonder in the world. Not in a religious sense but as a way to redress some of the madness that I encounter on a daily basis.
Why awe and wonder? Firstly, my friend Lisa, who is also a governor at my kids' school, has been looking for it in the classroom. She's done quite a lot of research and gave a truly inspirational presentation about what it is, why it's important and how to create it. I want some of that at home. Secondly, my husband has taken to calling me a 'glass half empty kind of wife'; not a label I'm totally comfortable with. And, perhaps most importantly I thought it would be fun. I've spent my whole adult life working in media, treating everything with cynicism. I live in central London with its hectic pace, intolerant bus drivers and lots of noise. And my 5 year old is so 'hip' she calls me 'man'.
It's time to stop, take a breath and discover some magic in the universe.
This blog, I hope, will help me record my awe and wonder discoveries. I'd love you to join in too. Please do share your experiences of awe and wonder.
I decided to start this blog as I start a new adventure, to find awe and wonder in the world. Not in a religious sense but as a way to redress some of the madness that I encounter on a daily basis.
Why awe and wonder? Firstly, my friend Lisa, who is also a governor at my kids' school, has been looking for it in the classroom. She's done quite a lot of research and gave a truly inspirational presentation about what it is, why it's important and how to create it. I want some of that at home. Secondly, my husband has taken to calling me a 'glass half empty kind of wife'; not a label I'm totally comfortable with. And, perhaps most importantly I thought it would be fun. I've spent my whole adult life working in media, treating everything with cynicism. I live in central London with its hectic pace, intolerant bus drivers and lots of noise. And my 5 year old is so 'hip' she calls me 'man'.
It's time to stop, take a breath and discover some magic in the universe.
This blog, I hope, will help me record my awe and wonder discoveries. I'd love you to join in too. Please do share your experiences of awe and wonder.
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