15 Marbles

Moments.Musings.Memories. ❤️Gathering little marbles from ordinary days and keeping them for our memory jar. ❤️

  • Well,can I really write about anything else,tonight???
    So, the concert ..hmm where do I begin?Let me start with the good part- Babushka’s part.
    She was soo good. She remembered all her steps,she wasn’t shy..remembered to smile and by the time,she finished the first number,I had tears flowing down my cheeks..After the initial 2 secs,I didn’t bother wiping them.:D
    When I went backstage to see her,she was soo soo excited!She asked me jumping up and down.. how was it Mumma..did u see me?I said yes..I asked her,were you scared,tonight?And she said,yes..I was..then I saw you and I got happy…
    *pat on the back,to self for showing her where I was sitting.*
    The not-so-good part-
    It was sooooo disorganised..I have no words for it…really.Kids were called in at 11.00 for make up and such for the show,that was to begin at 4:00. By the time,the first number was performed,all the kids were tired.But,they still rocked on the stage..:)
    Nobody knew,which order the performances were..so,basically,everyone was just hanging around there,waiting for someone to tell them.
    Babs was supposed to welcome the Mayor,but no-one told me anything and then,at the last minute,her teacher had someone else give him the welcome gift..Like I said,no-one knew what was going to happen when,till it hit u in the face.
    Performers went missing after their names were announced and there was the last minute panic to fill in the spot.In the meantime,little girls were dressed and waiting for their turn.Babs had to perform just the first and the last number and so we were good.. but how DO you keep a 4 year old rested between performances..She was dancing with each and EVERY song/dance that was being performed on the stage.
    She was supposed to go in for one more number and we were told,they would announce and could I please make sure,she gets there on time..I said,sure and we waited and waited and Babs got excited and she was never called on the stage for that one!!! The show stretched one extra hour and all the kids were hungry…those of us,who were around,got some food and water and some of the kids ate and shared.. while others,just waited for their parents.We did offer them,but didn’t force-simply because of allergy and or diet restrictions.
    Now,the best part..
    Despite all the chaos,in the end,Babs teacher remembered to introduce her to the Mayor,as her youngest performer.The Mayor shook hands with her and congratulated her on dancing so well:)She said a “Thank you” as an afterthought! The Mayor went down the stage and came back looking for her,with a small trinket-a beads and silver angel and gave it to her..and said,”well done,for not being scared!” That one moment,was the highlight of her day and to be honest,mine too.
    There was a no photography notice because the professional photographer was going to take pictures.. but he didn’t get any pictures of her 😦 He did get pictures of her hands and hair!!Not even a picture with the Mayor! Thankfully,we took pictures of her backstage..and so,I am happy.
    So,that was the saga of the concert..:)

  • to write today..
    no pictures to share:(
    no energy to think of some random gibberish..or write a long post..Had a long long day..So,today,I will leave you with some recipes,I recently discovered..I haven’t tried them on,yet.. but I will soon.
    This blueberry cake would be perfect for my after testing snack..yes,let me tell u a secret..I crave sweets now..I didnt till now..but enter GD and I started craving sweets..so I cheat..I eat whatever sweet I want to right after my after-lunch testing..:D

    And this one I think would be perfect for my picky eater- Sneaky Sweet Potato chocolate muffin

    Uff! I love middle eastern food..and this one had me drooling..all over the key board!Mujadarra

  • Oh Gosh!! This blog is turning in to a major rant/guilt/crib space.. Please please bear with me people,its the hormones:D
    Anyway,today’s guilt trip is about Babushka’s dance show.
    Its on Sunday. Her dance school is conducting a talent show.And we expressed interest.Babs is in two numbers..the welcome song and the good bye song. She is the youngest performer..All others are atleast 6..and up. Her dance teacher encouraged her participation and here we are!
    She was going to send a youtube link of her steps and I was to make her practice at home.But,we got the link only on Monday and I fell sick on Tuesday,so I couldn’t really get her to practice a lot. We did a round or two of practice..but thats about it.
    The show is on Sunday and today was the grand rehearsal,with costumes and stuff. We went there and when it was Bab’s turn,she came on the stage,rubbing her eyes..I thought may be she is shy…she got a bad case of stage fright..and her lip started quivering..by the time,it was her turn to exit the stage,she was in tears.OMG!I felt so sad.. like why did I ever put her name in the list..
    I went backstage,while they were waiting to practice again..and gave her cuddles and asked her what happened and she said,she was scared..she didn’t want to do it..I told her where I would be sitting and watching her..and its OK,she is doing a great job and if she forgets the steps,she could just do what the girls on her left and right are doing. She said OK..after some more hugs and kisses,I came down.
    I sat right in the front.. but again when she came,she didn’t know,where I WAS!!! Again the same,rubbing eyes..etc..but she spotted her dad..and kept looking at him.it was only in the end that she saw me and smiled.
    When she went up on the stage for the goodbye song,she knew where exactly,I was sitting and she very confident..She still didn’t know all the steps,but she was following them,to the T.
    Later,we asked her again,why was she crying.. and she said,because she thought,Mummy wasn’t watching her.
    Oh,God!I am tempted to wear a bright sparkling outfit on the day of the show-you know the glow in the dark kinds!!LOL! Atleast she will know where I am sitting…On a serious note,I do plan to show her where we are sitting,so that she doesn’t freak out then.

  • Babushka’s transfer from her old kinder was very sudden.She finished last week there and started this week at the new Kinder.So she never got a chance to say g’bye to her teachers and friends.I called up her two friends parents,over the weekend and told them that she would be going to the new kinder.We all promised to keep in touch..lets see how that goes..but anyway,g’byes to the teachers were pending.
    Yesterday,SD was home because I was sick..so,we sneaked out for half an hour,and visited with her teachers.
    Babs was fine, on the drive over..just a little quiet.Then as soon as we pulled into the parking lot,she said,”Mumma,I don’t want to say good bye, you could do it..” I felt so bad..I said, we wouldn’t say good bye,just visit n go back..She agreed to go inside.
    Her teachers were happy to see her and said,they were going to call me,about what was going on..Then,they started asking Babs about her new Kinder..and Babs,just kept changing the topic,focusing on her doll instead. Then,she finally told her teachers,that the new school was good.. but could she still come here.The she saw the lockers and asked,if the aeroplane locker was still hers. Her teacher,Anna was in tears and asked her for a cuddle.. and she said,”Dora is sad too,could you give her a cuddle too?”
    Gosh!!I felt sooo soo horrible.
    Then we took some pictures..The fool that I am,forgot to check the camera batteries..and yup,you guessed it! The battery was dead.I ended up borrowing the school camera and took pictures with that. Anna promised to email them to me.
    After some more cuddles and promises to visit when the baby arrived,we left.
    Babs,was quiet on the way home..When I asked her,what happened,she got upset and said,”Don’t talk to me..I am cross because I had to say good bye..I dont like saying good byes..it makes me sad..I want to go to both the schools.”
    All I wanted to do then was just hug her tight n take her hurt away. I wish I didn’t have to change things for her..really…
    I know she will outgrow it..I just hope that over time,Goodbyes become easier for her and her poor heart doesn’t break like her silly mother’s..:(