Eggtown
A happy Easter to all you good folks out there. I hope you will have an eggselent time. Etcetera.
The playground is closed for the Easter holiday. But I still had to go say hello to the kids, of course. I sat down with them for a while and had my fun. They have gotten very confident now. They both jump on me and try to climb me and nibble on my clothes and fingers and whatever else they can get close to.
I took in a stool because I wanted to place my camera on it to shoot some video. But the moment I sat it down the kids were all over it, trying to get up on top. Same thing as the hay bale, they’d jump, fall down, jump again, get on top, stay for a little then jump down and then try to jump back up,
They would make excellent mountain climbers.
Although mother Magnethe is still a mountain too high.
Bodil came by while I was there. Had a nice chat with her. And she introduced the kids to her dog, Lulu. Lifted her down and let the brownheaded girl have a good sniff at her. Didn’t seem afraid at all. Probably because Lulu is such a small dog after all. Magnethe didn’t seem worried or threatened either, although she did stay alert the whole time.
We talked about names too, and Bodil mentioned Lakrids. Liquorice, just like Desirée suggested. Who knows, that might end up sticking.
But that’s all for now. I’m going to go rest up for Easter. I’ll leave you with… hmm.. maybe.. oh I don’t know.. why not..? Okay, pictures of the kids.
March 21st, 2008 at 2:46
That’s wonderful, Debster, how you and your husband help out with the environment. I’ve always liked the idea of buying land specifically as a natural habitat.
That’s the one good thing about the real estate collaspe here in California–there’s less need to build more houses since we have so many bank-owned anyway.
The girls look so cute trying to climb onto the stool. They must have been having so much fun!
March 21st, 2008 at 19:56
Happy, happy Easter goats! They are growing up fast.
Do you still do some teaching, LuisLemmings? My brother-in-law used to teach grade school a number of years ago. (He’s in administration now.)
At the end of the school year, his class had a teddy bear picnic. The kids brought a teddy bear and a sack lunch. He brought extra “teddies” to make sure everyone had a bear to picnic with.
March 21st, 2008 at 20:27
Your brother-in-law must have stories to tell. All teachers do. And it’s good that he’s moved into administration. Since he used to be a teacher, he would be more sympathetic to teachers everywhere.
I no long teach in the k-6 grades because of the pollitics involved. Being a teacher in California is one the toughest. Beside the number of students in each classroom–many times I’ve been in classrooms with 40+ students–the work load, and that crazy “no child left behind” insanity, the burnout rate is very high.
That’s why I’m moving in preschool. There’s actually more freedom, I’m having so much more fun, and the support system is in place from parents to instructional aides.
I’m volunteering now. My preschool, called the VIP Village, is sponsered by the state for low income families and is administered one of the school districts in San Diego.
I love it there! In fact, there’s a waiting list and parents don’t have to pay tuition. We’re on spring break now and we go back on March 31.
The only down side is the pay–bottom of the barrel with few benefits. You can ask your brother-in-law that those who go into teaching are never in it for the money.
It’s like a calling so to speak.
And yes some classrooms had a teddy bear pinic near the end of the school year. I’ve never participated in it, but from follow teacher and students, it’s fun.
I miss teaching in the elementary grades, the students and faculty. Everything else I’d be happy never to experience ever again.
March 21st, 2008 at 23:11
LuisLemmings – I think they have fun in all they do, they sure seem to!
Again, I think you sound like a great teacher. And i’m glad you’ve found somewhere you can do good, make a difference and have some fun. Isn’t it odd that moviestars make millions to pretend they’re someone else and teachers make next to nothing for making sure our next generations aren’t idiots? Oh well. My dad is a teacher too. Or was, rather. He retired recently. He did a lot of work with “two languaged kids”. What’s that called in English? Bilingual. Or something: But anyway, kids for whom Danish isn’t their first language. He spent a lot of time on Greenland too, where there’s a desperate shortage of teachers.
It’s odd now, in the last two weeks or so I’ve had two kids say they think i’m nice. And I’m enjoying helping the kids with the animals. It makes me wonder if teaching, or just some work with kids, would have been something for me. If I had started earlier and avoided the whole phobia thing. Who knows.
Debster – They already look like giants to me! It’s wonderful to see them grow.
Maybe I should have a goat kid picnic!