Of OOTDs, Changes and Nutrition Month

June's almost over and my 4-year-old student currently has a love-hate relationship with her school, which by the way went through a lot of changes --- beautiful changes, fyi.  Look.

What I Think About Primemont Science School

My husband and I decided to transfer our daughter to another school. So everything I wrote here before does not matter (at least to us) anymore. Please CLICK HERE and HERE if you want to know the reasons why. Thank you.

Sophia's 1st Assessment: Good in Manipulatives

She spent her 1st day in the drawing board.

Whenever my Little Bebeng (LB) brings home her assignment notebook, it causes me panic as to what her teacher had written there. Well, she was scheduled to have her first assessment last August 17th. I thought it was something else. I'm scared to see that I'm being called for juvenile delinquency! Haha. Nah, she's too young for that. And I will tell her father dearest to be present for that event in case it happens. Just so he'll feel what his parents felt when we were in highschool. Oh, maybe I will accompany him and bring a first-aid kit. I don't want him to get sick and suffer from hypertension. Yes, a stretcher or stand-by ambulance might help, too. Okay, I'm exaggerating things. Sophia is a good girl. Well, she has these attacks I would like to call "wriggler attack" that definitely resemble to the movement of a wriggler. In Filipino, a kiti-kiti. She has tendencies to be all over the place. Some says it's a good sign of being healthy as opposed to a kid, lame & sitting in one corner, very close to be a wallflower. But sometimes, LB was beyond being active.

During LB's first day in school, she was all giggling & smiling. She didn't do all the tasks that she was supposed to do but I'm relieved that she didn't do anything offensive. Her 2nd day was different, she refused to join in the circle, where they were all singing and dancing, and chose to play with puzzles. She wailed like a baby cow prepped for slaughter house until it was time for snacks. She wanted to eat her baon right away without doing their routine. Her teacher's rule: you can't eat until you pray. And like a mother hen worried for my favorite chick, I asked her teacher if I can help her. Teacher said yes, but only if she will pray. So the rest of her classmates were half way through their food when she finally prayed with her teacher that goes along like this, "Aming Diyos, Salamat Sa'Yo, sa mga pagkaing ito, Amen." LB's face lit up when I entered their classroom to help her with her food. But I left her the moment I saw she can do it by herself. It has always been my motherhood mantra to teach her to be independent. Since then, it was a much easier life for the two of us. Their school director was right. She tends to run over the lives of the adults around her. She thought that she can do things as she pleases because once she throws tantrums, us, the adults around her easily give in. I slightly blame myself for not educating her nanny then. And well, MIL said she didn't want to go through all the nag & sermon so she lets LB does her things. As the mother of the kid-on-jury, I must do everything to make it right. Even if it made my heart bled so many times, I never gave in. So far, so good. Well, there were occasional bouts of arguments, but that's how a normal mother-daughter relationship should be. I think it's healthy. It can't be goo-goo and gah-gah all the time, you know.

Sophia Ballerina

Today is my daughter's 2nd session of ballet class in Primemont Science School. And well, because I have to go to the office and can't file a leave all the time, she was accompanied by her nanny and nanny's cousin (who is my mother-in-law's go girl). Before I left for work earlier, I made sure that the nanny (N) understood all my instructions. But lo and behold! When I called them up at 12 noon, my little ballerina (LB) was already dressed up. The ballet class starts at 2 pm! Didn't she think LB would have gotten dirty before going to school?! Ugh. So instead of getting more frustrated (which I already was, by the way), I told all my instructions to the nanny's cousin (NC). When I texted NC by the time they were done, she said they were already home. So I called them up and N answered. N said LB was more well-behaved than when she attended her 1st session. I'm happy to know about that but it sort of pinch my heart a bit, that I was not there to witness it. Sigh. I just thought that it's a stepping stone to eventually making her go on her own. Shucks. She's only turning four and she can now do well without me. Sniff-sniff. Ohh-kaay, cut the drama.

My Little Ballerina a.k.a. Little Bebeng