Break a leg! – Theatrical slang meaning Good luck!
I can safely say that I am the luckiest teacher alive.
I have the most enthusiastic bunch of children. Be it my own kids or the ones that come to me for Drama Class. They indulge me my madness, and are equally invested in all my shananigans.
The Red Queen
The Door Mouse
They went up on stage and gave it their ALL. They performed flawlessly (which is good) but more importantly they had a blast (much, much better)
Children need to be encouraged to be themselves, to go on stage and use this medium as a catalyst to express themselves. I’ve noticed that drama is an excellent medium for self expression and a cathartic one at that!
So motivate your little ones to be a part of a drama club, get evolved and enjoy the brilliance of being a part of a theatre production.
If they are not inclined towards acting they can help out in the other various departments. We made our own costumes, painted our props and all the children helped set up the stage. The entire process was done together and that is just as fun, if not more important than putting up the final show.
Stay tuned for our next production. A self written Christmas play with home made props and costumes.
Till we meet again remember this little gem..
” There’s no Business like Show Business”
…and we go again. Making props!
The Caterpillar, The Mushroom The Cheshire Cat’s costume The Mad Tea party scene, The Red Queen, My little munchkins are “oh so keen”
we have so much to do Hearts, Hearts, Hearts – it’s much ado
Alice In Wonderland is so much fun But the work is a zillion into one Lets not worry too much though Our happy helpers are on the floor
Making props, Saving the day Let’s all shout HipHip Hooray!
Every year my drama class puts up an annual stage production. It’s a very exciting time for us as my class kids enjoy the entire process of production as much as they all love to be on stage.
This year for the production I have chosen my most favourite book of all time, Alice In Wonderland. So I put my kids to work and we have begun making the props.
Right now we are doing the backdrop and as I have absolutely no budget for Set Design my little helpers are saving the day. ( Useful tip: This is not child labour. It’s building character )
While my son is the Door Mouse in the play, my daughter has decided that she is going to help me direct and works closely with me on all departments.
Especially the dressing up part.
Stay tuned for more photos and information on this front …
I took the children to Shimla to meet my Grandmother who lives up in the hills. She may be 80 years of age but she has more oomph and style than any 20 year old I know.
Shimla is a hill station in India and it was a very popular holiday destination with the British pre 1947, when they colonised India. Steeped in history this little gem has retained its old world charm and I get a feeling of nostalgia every time I go a- visiting.
My mom’s father was a Major General in the Indian Army and every time I go to Shimla I am reminded of that amazing legacy one can only inherit, if you are lucky enough.
Both the babies were in such good spirits they didn’t trouble one bit. Infact it was quite the opposite. They were perfectly behaved and enjoyed the holiday with the kind of enthusiasm and excitement that comes within the territory of being a mother to a couple of highly energetic and sparkling toddlers.
The highlights of the trip for the children and for us were the daily treks to the Mall Road, binging on delicious softies, going on horse rides, seeing monkeys, and eating chocolate eclairs from a bakery that has been around since pre historic times (one that still manages to capture the taste of my childhood).
Needless to say it was an excellent holiday.
Oh! How we love the small joys of life.
Does your child have an unhealthy obsession with ball pools?!
My girl is one such mutt who will gravitate towards a ball pool even though I have told her repeatedly that they are nothing more than germ infested pits. But who can explain anything to a stubborn, strong willed child!
My son also loves them, but he listens and understands reason.
My daughter is another story all together.
She is fearless and jumps into them with such abandon you’d think it was Uncle Scrooge jumping into his pool of money.
Kiddie Birthday parties are where the real actions at! This week when we went “partying” my daughter sourced a balloon for herself quite easily. While she was the envy of many-a-children, her big brother looked at her balloon with so much love that she told him to hold on to her bright yellow one and then proceeded to conjure up a lovely blue one for him.
This story is not yet done, this little thing then guarded both the balloons for the entire duration of the party and made sure they didnt fall in to the evil clutches of the envious older boys who were intent on stealing hers and her big brothers balloons.
I have never been more prouder of her.
My son is a timid, soft hearted fellow, but my girl is a lioness and I have no doubt she will protect her older brother with the same grit she did those balloons for the rest of her life.
What more could a mother ask for.
My children adore their grandparents. All four of them. But the bond my son has with my mother, his nani ( maternal grandmother in Hindi) is special. They have this relationship you read about in books and he proudly proclaims “mama, I love you and papa a lot but I love my nani the most”
So the first colour of the weekend was RED for LOVE ❤️
Water Water everywhere.
Water in the rain clouds, Water in the pool
Water in the small streams My toy boat looks so cool.
It’s raining BLUE
Ah green. Sight for sore eyes.
The hills are alive with the colour green and we cannot get enough. So many different shades and all so beautiful and surreal. It hardly takes any time for everything to turn from brown to green and while it may be elementary, it is no less enchanting.
The magic of GREEN
I am inclined to believe that eating cake is an art form. You don’t come into it… you are born with it.
As a little child the whole excitement of a birthday party was the cake. Now of course you get presents back home, parties have themes, the themes have themes and birthdays have evolved to become a mini wedding, the budgets of which can feed a small nation.
We adore birthday parties. My babies play all the games, eat all the goodies and really don’t care if they win any prizes or not. They are just happy to be invited…of course they love to eat the cake, and if it includes a serving of ice-cream they are super happy campers.
These two are like the Easter Bunny on steroids meets the Duracell energiser pink Bunny. They are such a delight to take out because they have the uncanny ability to enjoy each and every moment offered to them.
From now on let them be known as –
The Birthday Bunnies who are just doing their thang.
Never a dull moment with these two.. and thank god for that. Amen!