Meet The New Additions To Our Family!

We went out today to get some issues with hardware sorted. One Kindle Fire had broken, and one iPad was not switching on. My darling Hubby Dearest has the gift of the gab and can usually get what he’s after!

We also needed to buy football boots for Lil Princess who is starting football training this week.

Never thought we’d come home with two additions that were alive, rather than two new electrical devices!

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What could it be?!

Meet Heer (the blue girl) and Ranhja (the green boy), our two new parrotlets!  They are six months old and pretty much fully grown.

And what of our fur-baby Sonu Singh?

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Sonu Singh thinks I’m his bed!

 

Well, he was intrigued! What were these funny little flying things that were chirruping away?

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What’s going on??

He came over to take a closer look too…

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Who ARE you!?

I tried to get the phone into the cage for a closer look… and he was there in the background too!

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I can see you…

They are pretty little things, a fledgling couple who could, if we decide to, us a nest box to mate and lay eggs!

How did we end up with them?

Well, we popped into a pet shop that just caught our eye as we wandered around the shopping centre, and the next thing you know, I saw these two, and they just melted my heart. They aren’t too big, the size of budgies, and they were cuddled up together in a perch.

I fell in love.

And Hubby Dearest took full advantage of my soft spot! If he had his way we;d have dogs, rabbits, a tortoise, chickens, a full menagerie!

So, after walking around the shops we ended up back there and left a bit financially lighter, but fuller in the family way!

Here they are, settling in to their new home!

Now to the names… Why Heer and Ranjha?

Well, like Sonu Singh got his Punjabi name, living in a Punjabi family, I needed an ethnic pairing for these two too!

Love stories always seem so tragic in our culture, and there is a story of Heer Ranjha. Heer a girl from a rich family, and Ranjha a son of a farmer, fall in love, and like Romeo and Juliet, they die trying to keep their love alive.

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Heer Ranhja

Here’s hoping the tragic ending is not synonymous to the names!

But don’t worry, we won’t be forgetting Sonu Singh, he’ll still be on my bed every night commanding attention!

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Naughty cat, sticking his tongue out!

And FYI, we got the football boots, a refund for the Kindle… the iPad is a To Be Continued saga!

I’ll keep you posted on the continuing saga of our furry/feathered family Peeps!

#SoCS Sept. 16/17 – Vol

Linda’s prompt for #SoCS this week:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “vol.” Find a word with “vol” in it, and use it in your post. Have fun!

Volume – My hair has far too much volume at the moment. I got shorter layers cut into it in the holidays, and now, being naturally curly, it decides to do some wonderful things at night, so when I wake up, I look like I’ve been dragged through the hair backwards!

And the thing is, I don’t wash my hair every day. It’s something I’ve never done. With all the Indian superstitions regarding girls and hair washing, I’d never get a chance, if I believed them all! If I was to wash it every day, instead of the twice a week I have grown accustomed to, then the Bed head would be a thing of the past!

I was told as a child, to never wash my hair on a Thursday as I only have the one brother, and it would be bad luck for him.

Then when I got married a few other days were added to the mix, as my Mother In Law is quite the believer!

So Tuesdays and Saturdays went out of the window too, and I don’t even know why!

What’s even sillier?

Sikhs aren’t supposed to believe in superstitions!

But to be honest, my hair isn’t greasy, and I can’t be floofed with washing and drying every day. It gets cold in the winter too, and Hat head is no lesser evil than Bed head! Letting your wet hair dry under a woolly hat makes for an interesting look, believe me!

I’m grateful for my voluminous locks, to be honest. Many pay a lot of money for curls, yet God graced me with mine from the moment I was born!

So, do you know why I can’t wash my hair on a Tuesday or a Saturday? Or do you have your own hairwashing superstitions you can add to these?

Friday Fatigue!

Two weeks almost done…

And the kids aren’t even in full time yet!

Switching from Nursery hat to Reception hat is surprisingly tough, you know!

Even though these two years are in the Early Years Foundation Stage, they are both very different in terms of developmental milestones a child hits.

Nursery at 3-4 years old is a time for building confidence, looking at their personal, social, and emotional development. For us, with our extremely mixed cultural demographic, it is also a time for teaching spoken communication in English, and fostering understanding of simple concepts. The children need to learn how to play together, talk together, take turns, learn patience and perseverance.

Throughout the year there is emphasis placed on counting, and learning the sounds of the alphabet through play, and recognising their names too, with hopefully, attempts at writing it.

Reception at 4-5 years old, is a time to just consolidate these things above, but there is a high expectation to really build the academic learning foundation too. These children should be writing sentences by the end of the year, counting fluently to 20, and doing simple addition and subtraction. Oh, and hopefully they should be reading simple words and sentences too!

Within both groups we need to give them experiences to enhance their learning of the world around them, culture and community and technology. They need to experience ways to create in different ways too.

So, what impact does this have on me?

My expectations for each group have to be different.

I need to remember not to push my babies too hard, and to make sure my older babies are stretching themselves enough!

The nursery children are doing a couple of hours in the morning then the afternoon session are doing two hours. We have worked on settling them, and showing them how to keep busy, trying different things.

The reception class are still doing mornings only. They are learning about structure, and listening, and exploring their new environments.

But this doesn’t mean lots of free time! No!

We have to assess each child individually, to see where they are at the start of their academic life.

In Nursery it is for our records. In Reception it is for the National Base Line.

Yes, I can sit with a cuppa and go through my paperwork. But I am running back and forth between the two classrooms to confer with my colleagues. The path from my class to the printer is wearing thin.

And that teacher tiredness encompasses all in my profession, not just me!

And I attended my first Governors meeting too, which was actually not as daunting as I thought it would be!

I arrive home and the Mummy hat goes on. Dinners for the kids are already cooked by my dear Mother In Law, so that is great! But homework, housework, laundry, all still need doing. Making the lunches for the next day, and feeding myself and Hubby Dearest also takes priority.

Then I finally sit and can write for my blog! Ritu’s ‘Me!’ hat finally on!

My novel has a little bit left, but with the tiredness I am experiencing, I don’t want to try and finish it without a fresh brain!

So when I am yawning, and craving asleep before 10 pm, I am not fighting it at all!

Do you blame me?

Right, I’m off to finish my week!

Enjoy your weekend Peeps! I’m planning on enjoying mine!

One Lovely Blog Award

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Scattered #writephoto

Sue’s #Writephoto prompt this week:

Glancing up, all he could see was the fragmented lights and shadow pattern, projected from that chandelier.

She’d fought so hard for that monstrosity.

He was more of a simple man. No need for ostentatious decoration.

But she was adamant.

After buying the big house, she wanted it decorated a certain way too.

Renovations started from top to bottom. The money poured out of his account into the coffers of various designers and furniture specialists.

He’d joked to her that this move, and consequent makeover, would be the death of him.

He never knew it would actually happen.

Balancing that ladder to change a bulb on a chandelier 30-foot above was never going to be an easy task.

She’d been moaning for days that the light just wasn’t right because of that bulb.

Oh well, at least she’d be happy. He’d managed to change it, before feeling the pain in his chest started.

Stumbling down the ladder, he lay on the floor, blinking. The light seemed to dance around him.

His phone was nowhere near.

She’d only popped out for a hair appointment. She’ll be back soon, he consoled himself.

He stared up at the lights, blinking slowly, until the lights went out … forever.

#writephoto

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