Olaf never tells much about what happened at school. I've never managed to squeeze out of him what he had for dinner or what has he learned that day. Until last night, when information spilled out of him like a river of words. For about a month he had Chinese classes, however mysterious it sounds, and it seems he enjoys it AND he is really good at it.
So first there was a song:
Followed by some random vocabulary:
then he broaden the spectrum and went into counting in Japanese:
Last weekend we did some work around the house preparing floors for the last finishing layer of concrete. It was dusty, sweaty and there were minor injuries involved. We are not good with following health and safety procedures.
This is the place where I grew up, Shire of central Poland. It was always magical place for me as a child, but as I grew it didn't lost its charm at all. I am looking forward to moving back soon...
Paths & plants:
Front garden with roof improvements and a new gas pipe:
Local shop, dead closed and a very tempting puddle:
At last! The best season of the year is here. We love it: seeing changes around, but also finding constant reccurring events like this scilla blossom, year by year. Just when you think everything is different, check, nature is always there for you.
And yes I know you are not supposed to walk on flowers in the park, but kids just went bananas seeing the sea of them. And so did I :)
We attended an amazing drumming workshop on Sunday afternoon.
Still it is hard to forget how Bristol was great for children's activities and classes. We are very sentimental about one particular dancing class that took place on Friday mornings in St Werburghs Wild Goose Space.
But at least this workshop could make up for our previous mishaps.
There was plenty of body language, singing, dancing, breathing, storytelling, music and drumming of course. Kids loved percussion instruments, playing simple rhythms, feeling the vibrations and the joy of making noise made them content for the rest of the day.
Highly recommended.