A Paleontologist, a Surfer, a Morris Dancer and a Balloonologist…
And, in case you were wondering what a Paleontologist did…
The three year old Zoe singing about dinosaurs.
Small Zoe turned four on Monday. The weather was wild and windy so we cancelled a trip to Point Leo and hung at home. It was a relaxed fun day right from the start.
There were neighbourhood kids, cake, billy carts, trampolines, mango icey poles and mayhem.
One kid-tastic event after another. Almost none of them planned.
Daisy had a wonderful time. There was a tribe for her to observe and bounce off. She wandered around with a look of wonder on her face all day.
Oh… and the cake! A Tricerotops (naturally!). I started it at 10pm and got to bed at 12.30pm. It was egg, gluten, wheat, dairy free, as one of the little girls at the party had to avoid those things.
Beth and I couldn’t stop grinning after it was over and the kids were in bed. A lovely day.
Future small z, I love you to the stars and back.
I took Zoe to ScienceWorks. A wonderful grand day out for us. An hour on the train each way.
A few hours at ScienceWorks and a few hours in the city.
ScienceWorks has an animatronic Dinosaur display. Zoe is way way into dinosaurs and so this trip was exciting for her.
It was built up quite a lot and (luckily) didn’t disappoint.
We had oodles of fun. It was a hoot for the both of us to get away on our own. Z is such a sweet person but behind her curious niceness is a crazy sense of the ridiculous, she is always up for kooky fun and laughs.
After ScienceWorks exploded her wonderful mind, she declared, “Some Dinosaurs arent dead Dadda. Some are still alive at ScienceWorks!” “You said they were just mechanical… but THEY ARE REAL!” She was fairly pissed off that the dinosaurs were dead, but now she has a new take on things… apparently a Palaeontologist found some eggs and… etc it’s a long story.
We nestled into the rest our adventure. I picked her up and carried her a lot. Not that she needed me to, it’s just that she doesnt really get carried around much in a normal day and I reckon her little 3 year old self misses it. It is something I can do for her when I get a chance.
We hung out in Fed Square. Then shuffled off home.
A very Grand Adventure.
Zoe is into Dinosaurs in VERY BIG WAY! It is all about the dinosaur…
“Tell me a story about a T Rex that becomes friends with an Allosuraus?”
This has been going on for maybe 4 months. Sure, there are other things in her life, her scooter, her drawing (Dinosaurs), the trampoline, books, but really, her little world is structured around Dinosaurs. She got upset at the park today for some reason and said “I want to go home Dadda. I want to go home and play with my Dinosaurs.”
She has a vast collection…
Whilst all this very cute for us. It may be a bit confronting for strangers and even friends who ask Zoe what her Dinosaur is called. (She is always cuddling a Dinosaur, no matter where she is.) They do have names – Stomp, Swampy etc but she will always give the full chapter and verse… their names, their eating habits, which Era they are from, how many toes they have etc etc.
Perhaps she uses her Dinosaur world to bounce ideas around in? A month ago there was no way that she could cope with the slight suggestion that the dinosaurs were extinct. Now its Blah blah “A meteor slammed into the Earth and the dust blocked the sun and that killed the plants and the Herbivores had nothing to eat so they died and then the Carnivores died” No problem. Phew. Died? she uses that word a lot and i can tell she is mulling it over. None of this comes from us. We aren’t even that keen for her to into stuff like this at her age but her curiosity is way out of control. What we don’t tell her she reads anyway. How can you not fill in the gaps and answer her questions?
Zoe has been able to read fluently from about 3 and half. Maybe earlier.
She just gets locked in and concentrates on what she is doing. She also has a bizzare imagination and a collection of stories and themes that run through the day. She is also an avid climber of trees and an active little acrobat. However she loves to read.
Daisy is just discovering books. ‘I went walking’ being a favourite. (What is it about that book? It is popular with my two daughters.) However, she loves to dance and move and walk. Oh yeah, since she has been walking she has become a bolter. The mantra is “Where’s Daisy”?
Having said all that, they have much more in common that I guessed would be the case. Mostly it is that both have a sense of the ridiculous. They know when things are crazy and funny and take that option at every time.
Z wanted to sleep in the boat last night. No problem… except she wanted to sleep in the crawl space up forward where *all the boat crap* is put. (note: head on sail as pillow)
Not a problem… sigh. I slept on a bunk near her. Her nightly wee was done in the boat toilet under the seat. A stinky option but one filled with wonder for Z.
Did i mention that the boat is currently in the driveway, near the footpath?! I dozed half listening to late night conversations and clops of footsteps.
Z awoke and, not knowing where she was, sat up and clonked her head.
She didn’t let me know she did this. She woke then crawled/wriggled into bed with me for while. She told her mum about the head clonking.