Fiercely Independant

Today Lizzy went to her music lessons. At the end, all parents come back into the room for 5-10 minutes of family time. However, today I had just parked my car when the lady beside me asked if I was going to be long because she had a passenger with a disability who would have trouble getting into the car.

I quickly ran up to Lizzy's classroom and let her teacher know I needed to quickly move my car. Miss Allison responded with the comment "That's fine. Lizzy is very independent and she'll do fine with me. In fact, I'd call her fiercely independent. And that's a good thing."

I had to laugh. Yes - fiercely independent is probably an excellent way to describe our girl.

Raw Fish

As a general rule, I don't sushi. To me sushi means raw fish. The thought of eating raw fish makes me queasy. However, just recently Ben has been on a sushi kick so we have started to make our own. (It is the most cost efficient way to let him eat sushi). For me, we make vegetarian sushi. I can handle that.

What has surprised me however, is that Lizzy seems to love sushi. And just to make me gag, her favourite is raw salmon on top of rice (salmon nigiri). She & Ben devour the stuff.
I was watching them eating their sushi tonight and felt like gagging, when I look over at my husband. He is there, beaming, thrilled that he now has a sushi eating partner, albeit a 4 year old one.

Logical Thinking

Did you know that my Mum must be smarter than Jan. Well, according to Isaac-logic this must be the case.

We saw one of his preschool teachers yesterday. I asked him whether he rememeber Miss Denise, which he did. Then suddenly he says "But I like Ms Beaver more. She knows more. And I'm going to like my grade 1 teacher even better because she'll know even more than Ms Beaver."

Sorry Jan - being a grade 3 teacher must be aced by being a high school teacher :)

A Big Heart

Lizzy loves to draw pictures of people. Most of her vast quantities of art work are of either people or houses. Just lately she's started adding a heart to people. She puts it smack bang in the middle of their chest.

Unfortunately for me, Ben has only seen pictures so far of mummy with a heart. I had to carefully explain that yes - it was a big heart and not a big .... do I have to continue?

I Don't Love Australia

In the mail today, we received some lovely little presents from Jan. Each package had a little note book which had "I Love Australia" on the front. Isaac and Lizzy got busy stamping and writing in their note books, when suddenly Lizzy came over to me and said "I don't love Australia!".

"Oh? What do you love?"

"I love you, mummy. I don't love Australia".

Obviously you can't love two things at once when you are three, so I'm quite happy being the focus of her love. Australia can wait.