Them Apples

It’s the last week of school before summer holidays, and most of Rockstar’s schoolwork came home yesterday…

How Do You Like Them – well, you know…

I know a lot of my girlfriends will be turned on by this (sickos :D) but before I got to that, my first honest reaction (after which then impressed la) was shock. As in OMG kids do so much stuff in school these days? When they first said to send in a “sturdy” bag for holding our child’s schoolwork the word hadn’t quite registered…. Many of the books are completely or near completely filled, and that’s just the written work and activity papers, not counting the stuff they do on the computers, music, PE, Chinese, structured play and yes, art. No wonder “free play” is also scheduled in.

Little Miss and I having our little framing party for Rockstar’s art (no this is not the only time you will hear about it!) I had a glass of Shiraz (Penfolds!) in one of my old Metropolitan Museum NY glasses (very sturdy, heavy glass – knocked over many times, one helper “only” managed to break one when she tried really hard), Little Miss had baby pork roast and… yes, apples.

We like em very much, thank you.

I look up from all the stuff at a beaming Rockstar and I almost ask him, “So, can you now also do a back flip triple somersault followed by a single-hand spring?”

ps: We were scheduled to spend two weeks in Malaysia early next week, but because of the haze as of last night we decided to try and switch around our vacations, meaning the ski lessons we promised Rockstar first, then Malaysia few weeks after. You can imagine the kind of booking hassle and some worry we won’t be able to make good on the ski stuff – considering we are very proud and happy of how he’s completing his first year of Primary school that adds a lot more pressure because we promised him this thing for almost a year. And oh yes, the packing. From hot weather destination to (IF we manage to book it) snow with a first time traveller baby who hates CARS. Fun.

A quick flip through Rockstar’s books reveals various Rockstarisms in his essays and phonics, a gadzillion numbers and writing exercises and thankfully, mercifully, material for me to go on while we’re struggling to adjust the trips and – and – I don’t know how I’m going to pack two weeks’ supply of frozen breast milk on a long haul flight.