We would all crawl out of bed by 7am and then start the day by getting dressed, wolfing down our breakfast so we could be out of the house by 8.30am to get to K's dance class by 9am.
Yesterday, we put K in a leotard and skirt for the first time after 10 weeks. She was very happy with the skirt especially. She was rather cross with me when she found out that she wasn't going to wear it to church.
B was also rather pleased as he got to walk to the carpark.
In the car, they both chatted to one another / themselves in a secret language where no one else (especially adults) could comprehend.
Some weren't very happy to be observed.
We finally arrived at Bishan CC. While we waited for the teacher to arrive, we sat on our favourite red stool.
Those who didn't make the cut, had to improvise.
Other little ones arrive. And then it's time to form the chugga chug train.
After dance, it's a fanatic rush to get to church and not miss too much of worship. We usually arrive about 10.40am.
P would go with B to the main service and K and me to Sunday school. Yes, our little girl still needs to be accompanied. Sometimes P and I swop.
Yesterday was a little bit of a milestone for K cos she actually helped the teacher out. Not by choice naturally but because she was seated in front and the teacher and us were friends.
Then she listened attentively to several stories
before proceeding to the craft activity of making a happy and a sad face which she used to respond to the teacher's questions of which scenarios demonstrated love.
So yes, that sums up our Sundays. Of course it would include a hurried decision on lunch venue. Then stuffing our faces and rushing home to get the kids into bed for their afternoon nap before the madness continues when they awake. But that's the fun of being parents isn't it? Gone are the days of slow unhurried meals and coffee or ice cream after.
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Thanks for this. I like your pics and videos. It's a lot of work but I enjoy our Sundays.
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