Anyway, the thought popped into my head at the weekend about how much simpler it would be to do these things when you are younger: 3 before 3 for example: 1. improve language skills; 2. play all day everyday 3. perfect the art of eating like a dog. So I asked Orla: "what 5 things would you like to do before you're 5 years old?"
And this is what she told me:
FIVE BEFORE FIVE
1. Tidy my room.
|Hamish was a massive help. And yes, it is nearly Christmas again. Only 286 days folks!|
I feel as though my daughter may have been briefly possessed by my mother. I don't know if Orla thought she might be getting some kind of strange row about something, but this is not the response I was expecting. But hey, don't look a gift horse in the mouth as they say. Bunny, I think we can make that happen! Heck, maybe even by 5 o'clock if you really want!
2. Go shopping for toys.
|I love the first photo: Orla has on her 'I want some over-priced Barbie nonsense' face, and Hamish is engrossed in a Barbie hair-beading set. Awesome! Hoola-hoops and unicorns - it's what 5 year old dreams are made of.|
I had suggested to Orla that we might go to a toy shop in order to see what she might like from her other granny who has very kindly plonked money into our account so that she can spend the money that would have gone on postage on skipping ropes and sweeties. So we went to Karstadt. Orla's a funny one. I never know what she really likes. I know that she loves drawing and painting, so anything along those lines works well for her, but toys-wise she can be a mystery. She likes 'whatever the girls in her class like'. Which makes it difficult as I have no idea what they like.
3. Do that bead thing.
|Look into my tired eyes, not around the tired eyes, and you're into a deep sleep:YES, it IS the perfect time to 'quickly & magically' tangle my hair into undo-able knots. And 3,2,1, you're back in the room.|
We have this purple box of little teeny plastic beads sitting on top of the wardrobe. It's actually a hair beading kit, and it's been up there since Christmas, mostly because every time I think of it in Orla's hands I imagine having to chop big chunks of hair off of her head that are tangled up in beads to an extent that is unsalvageable. I am starting to wish that 5 was another year away. And if this hair beader falls into the hands of Hamish then we're all in trouble.
4. Make a cake.
Easy. We do this all the time. Practically weekly when the weather is bad. No problem. Except we didn't. We made yorkshire puddings instead to Delia's recipe. And ate them too quickly to take photos.
5. Do my homework.
|God, I hate maths. Even reception-level maths bores me to tears. And finger-counting makes me want to scream. You already have TEN fingers so we agree on that so let's not start at 1 again....pleeeeeeaaaasssseeee.|
Really? Is it possible that she was switched at birth with another studious baby that looked an awful lot like Stevie? I think she must have been running out of things to achieve before reaching the momentous age of 5. Getting your homework done is at least a good aim to have. I should be encouraging that instead of going 'eh???'.