End of the School Hols/Start of Term 3

Back to the routine of rush-rush-rush again.

I've so enjoyed the extra snuggles, cuddles and kisses from the two girls over the 2-week hols.

And of course, being able to sleep in every morning.

That must be the biggest loss now that Term 3 has begun.

What's new for us this term?

Well, for one, plans are in place to put Jordanne in childcare twice a week so I can get going on my Diploma in Professional Book Editing, Proofreading and Publishing.

With an extra active, extra inquisitive toddler in the house, it's impossible to just be quiet and focus on getting one thing done well. I feel like I have ADHD most of the time.

Beth continues with Chinese, keyboard and dance classes.

Occasionally, she will test the boundaries by asking if she can drop Chinese class because it's just "too difficult".

I've said no and explained that she needs to keep in touch with her heritage and learn to speak a second language.

Having said that, we're reviewing whether she's better off going back to Prep level for Chinese instead of the Grade One class she's currently in.

Her Chinese teacher called last night to ask how I felt about her progress.

I said I thought Beth was struggling and not quite motivated about going to class.

She's going to show me the new textbooks the Preps are using - the new material is supposedly more colourful and creative - before CA and I make a decision.

I don't mind Beth rejoining the Preps because at least she's got Triston and Jennifer for company (her classmates from school) and that might help her feel more settled. Her current class has kids ranging from 7 years old to teens.

Re dance, Beth has proven that her interest in tap and jazz is not a one-term wonder, so to reward her, we went to Stage Zone in Altona and got her some proper jazz shoes.

She used to be the most under-dressed child in the class, because I didn't want to invest in special dance attire when I wasn't sure how far she'd go with the dancing.

Now she's got the jazz pants and shoes, she can't complain about being the odd one out.

She's getting so "big girl" now, wanting to go into class by herself instead of having Mummy walk her in.

I'm not complaining, since it saves me the hassle of unstrapping J from her car seat and then strapping her in again.

But I do worry about the cars...

I suppose the tendency to worry about all sorts of potential hazards is just part of the parenting package.

I am often reminded to surrender my children to the LORD and to trust that He knows what's best.

What a relief to know He loves my children more than I ever could.