While the mice are away…

… the parents will sleep in, enjoy midday movies that aren’t animated, eat out with no heed to the babysitter’s clock and return to a home where everything is exactly where we put it.

Ah! That sounded like a little bit of heaven to me.  When friends of ours enjoyed a weekend at home last year while their kids enjoyed some grandma time at the family holiday house, I realised that that was exactly the sort of break Craig and I needed.  No great expense of travelling to some exclusive getaway.  No planning meals or ideas for the kids back home with the grandparent/s or sitters.  Just… Us. Alone.  At home.  Ah!  Bliss indeed.

Thankfully, my folks were keen to fulfil my little wistful dream.  And before we knew it, our chosen weekend was upon us.  Excited doesn’t begin to describe my anticipation of the childless weekend ahead.  Don’t get me wrong: I love my kids.   I love being with them.  And besides the typical squabbles and squawks, they’re lots of fun to be around too.  Homeschooling this bunch has its trials, but overall this journey has been rewarding and exciting.  But, it’s intense.  As parents all over the world can identify, it’s a 24-7, round the clock gig that never lets up.  Taking a break for a couple of days to enjoy our roles as husband and wife without having to parent at the same time was just what we needed.  And I was excited indeed!

I waved goodbye late on Thursday afternoon to four excited kiddies, two well prepared and excited grandparents and one favourite makhulu. 

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Walking back into the quiet house was quite surreal.  The world was our oyster!  What were we to do?!

That became our refrain for the rest of the weekend, although thanks to a typo on iMessage, we renamed it “the world is our ouster”.  And we really enjoyed our ouster!  We saw two great movies and one mediocre one.  We read a book from cover to cover – the same one.  We ate out at various restaurants and had adult conversation, thoroughly enjoying the fact that we didn’t have to rush to anyone else’s timetable.  We shopped all over Cavendish for boots – using our carefully saved up vouchers for the occasion.  Craig organised a special spa treatment at Mangwenani Spa on Friday evening – giving us both a much appreciated massage experience.  What absolute luxury that was!  We drove there in the early evening and were welcomed by a most beautiful sunset…

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And were greeted by a bevy of beautiful women singing with that warm richness that is singularly African. 

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This treatment spa is wholly owned by the employees themselves.  The business model is amazing and the treatment was wonderful after recent illness and the busyness that is life.  From the first note of the joyous music that greeted us at the door, to the welcoming enamel mug of hot chocolate (or sherry), to the meal and treatment we had a really special evening!

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We also enjoyed afternoon naps, late morning risings and breakfasts at leisure.  Best part was heading to the Earth Fair market in Tokai where we could taste things at leisure and enjoy a "hearty" breakfast without worrying about children dashing about here, there and everywhere.

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We drove around old neighbourhoods and shared stories of our growing up years.  We visited our friends’ church in the morning and enjoyed the evening service of our own church together.  We even managed a visit to Gran gran and Craig’s PA’s little boy who turned 3 in hospital thanks to a nasty burn accident the day before.  And we didn’t miss the kids one bit.

I should feel guilty about that, but I don’t!  Is that terrible?  Perhaps.  But given that our break was a delicious time to reconnect with each other as husband and wife, it was just as well that our time wasn’t dampened with feelings of split loyalty or constant worry.

And, truth be told, I was glad to see them on Monday when we went to pick them up in Hermanus.  We had enjoyed a couple of phone calls with them over the weekend, and it was clear that they were having as much of a ball as we were.  There was not much missing anyone going on!  But our welcome was enthusiastic and warm.  The kids tumbled out of the house with gleeful shouts.  The girls reached us first with their bowl-you-over hugs and kisses.  And, within seconds I had one Micah wrapped around my torso and one Sam hanging onto my hand, chattering away about all the goings on of the weekend.  

We stayed over that night, hearing all the stories of their fun time.  Their grandparents looked remarkably energetic despite their exhausting weekend!  And the stories they told were simply hilarious – like Micah needing a wee on the way to Hermanus.  Stuck in heavy traffic with no exit in site, Granny Sally improvised and let the little guy relieve himself into a tupperware container that once carried a broken bottle of bubble bath.  She had the privilege of carrying the bubbly warm mixture on her lap until the next stop. 

It’s no wonder the kids didn’t miss us too much.  We got periodic pictures from Granny of their fun weekend.  Their first morning started on a high note with special activity boxes that granny made up for them.

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A huge hit!

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Can you tell how pleased we are with ourselves?

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Micah Moo too…

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A walk down to the nearby stables was also a big hit – and then an actual riding lesson for the two girls really took the cake!  Kiera was particularly excited as she got to jump for the first time ever.  She did pretty well from what I hear!

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The boys also got a chance to sit on the horses and enjoy a walk about. 

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Not every moment was fun and games.  Poor Sam had a headache one day and had a little wobble.  But granny to the rescue!  This photo is of a little boy on wobble number 2 – scared of the curtains, and the potential lurking monsters, in his room that night.  So granny’s bed was where he fell asleep before being carried back to his own bed.

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Ah!  It was a weekend worth repeating.  I came home feeling really relaxed and since then I have not felt that weighty tiredness that bears down on me from time to time.  That also may have something to do with the fact that I’ve been eating a whole lot better these past two weeks and detoxing with milk thistle!  Whatever it is, the weekend was a balm to the soul, body and mind!  I highly recommend it!

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A Victorian School Day

Sometimes the most unplanned outings turn out to be our best ones!  A mail in my inbox inviting a few families to a homeschool outing arrived during a busy time.  I shot off a reply – Victorian School Re-enactment experience?  Sounds great, count us in!  And promptly forgot about it.  I was reminded a few times by a friend whose daughter was also attending.  But, to be honest, I didn’t do much thinking and planning about it until the day before.  Life has been busy!

The day arrived quickly though, and off the girls and I went to the Centre for Conservation Education in Wynberg.  The same organisation that does loads of outings and focus groups on various conservation issues also happens to be the Cape Education Museum in Cape Town.  It started in 1902 as the Lady D’Urban School of Industry for Girls.  Later it became the Aliwal Road Primary School.  When that closed in 1988, it made way for the opening of the museum in 1989, as well as the Centre for Conservation Education.  But, we were primarily interested in a true Victorian classroom experience.

The kids had been encouraged to get into character by arriving wearing collared shirts (boys) and dresses (girls), bringing a morning tea typical for that era: brown paper bags, glass bottles, sandwiches on home baked breads perhaps.  I missed the memo on that one completely, however.  And in my lack of preparedness, I had managed only to throw together a quick snack of corn style rice cakes, water, almonds and fruit.  Turns out our 21st Century snack was quite appropriate for our early 20th Century re-enactment!  Kiera jokingly referred to it as “cornbread and water” a la Little House on the Prairie! 

We arrived there at 9am and soon the kids were settled in a modern day classroom – bright posters, table desks and plastic chairs, even an OHP (over head projector) and the distinct smell of classroom.  There was an air of nervous anticipation as the kids listened to their “teacher’” explain a little about the centre and its purposes.  With a little chuckle to myself, I watched my non-traditional classroom child’s eyes glaze over within seconds, while my would-thrive-in-the-classroom child listened with great attention, despite a rather disjointed delivery from up front.  I even managed to capture it on camera.  No guesses who is who!

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Then, Mr Fontein got to the business of explaining What to Expect in the Victorian Classroom.  He prepped the kids, dished out some specific roles to play to the hesitant group of kids and then led the way out of the 2012 and towards 1902…

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Here you have – 1902, in film-grained sepia for that ‘genuine’ effect …

The hallway in the museum building was lined with old school bells from schools that had closed down or had changed their names.  According to our guide, there was a Mr Van Rensburg, who formerly worked at the centre, who personally collected many of these bells from the far corners of South Africa. 

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We got to enjoy displays and artefacts from a bygone era, including these model kids who depicted the kinds of clothing the kids would wear.

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Then it was time to “suit up”.  Over their own clothes, the girls wore pinafores and the boys, caps, waist coat and neck tie.  As expected, the “girls wear a long dress/skirt” mandate did not go down well with Kiera.  I left it, figuring that it was not a battle worth fighting.  Interestingly, that morning she decided to give a skirt a try since it would be “in character” and all.  I was quite proud that she did that all on her own, without the usual heavy mom-persuasion / aka guilt-trip.  But, it didn’t last!  She got as far as putting a leg into her skirt before her sister burst out laughing at the shock of seeing Kiera in a skirt (!) after a solid two years.  That was that.  She was NOT wearing a skirt.  Katie, however, was more than happy to play the role and had me plait her hair just so and chose clothing that closely resembled a Little House on the Prairie scene.  The added white pinafore made her day…

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Here we have four young demure Victorian girls ready to enter class…

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And Kiera?  Well, she’s not too shy to make things happen for her.  She requested a chance to roleplay being a 1902 boy and so she was.  She looked pretty authentic, methinks?

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Although, Marc takes the cake for authenticity and cuteness!

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Look at this line of "boys"!  Don’t they look like a cast from Oliver?

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The bell rang, the kids lined up, and two lines crossed the threshold from 2012 to 1902 and discovered to their shock that things really were very different.  The kind jovial Mr Fontein turned into a strict disciplinarian.  Nails and hands were checked.  Orders were barked.  Kids who didn’t stand next to their desks, hands behind their backs and address the teacher as Sir were verbally reprimanded.  The "poor boy" was told off for not paying his weekly penny for school fees.  The other boys were reprimanded for their wild marbles games on the way to school.  No one could forget the reminder that throwing stones on the road was not tolerated, nor was making a noise on the way to school, because "speech is silver but silence is golden!". 

The material monitors, of which Kiera was one, were required to hand out the reading books. 

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The poor monitors did a miscount and had to endure a lecture and a story.  A great story, mind you, of 6 brothers that went out one day and didn’t return until long after they were expected. Turns out that they were missing a brother and wouldn’t return until he was found.  They would’ve still been away if a stranger hadn’t happened to find them and discover their dilemma.  Every time they counted each other, they only tallied 5.  The stranger solved their problem by counting them himself.  Of course he tallied 6 as each brother forgot to include himself.  Much like the material monitors! 

Throughout the morning, I had to restrain myself from laughing out loud!  The kids’ faces were priceless.  My heart went out to these kids who all looked a little shell shocked and horrified at the whole experience.  But at the same time I wanted to giggle like a naughty school girl.  Mr Fontein made the lefties write with their right hands, as lefties weren’t tolerated in those days, as sneakily evidenced here when Kiera went up to the board to complete a maths sum.  (Sneakily because we weren’t really allowed to spoil the authenticity of the morning by taking bunches of photos during the experience – but I snuck just this silent and surreptitious one from my cell phone.)

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After reading aloud and repeating endless proverbs "speech is silver but silence is golden!" "cleanliness is next to godliness!" it was time for tea break.  Wendy Y‘s daughter, Sarah, had made a delicious Victorian tea cake for everyone to share. 

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And the kids got to enjoy playing with some toys from 1902…

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(no that is not Sam to the right in the picture below, although I now know what Sam is going to look like when he is about 10!) Front and centre in this pic is Wendy M’s son, Zach, who did a great job with this gadget.

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And Katie loved the tin stilts!

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Soon it was back to class time, where handwriting and maths was attempted.  This time the kids got slates, slate pencils and lappies (cloths) to complete the authentic picture.  Even then, the lefties had to practice fancy cursive Fs with their right hands.  Katie, who has never done cursive, did quite well considering.  As did Kiera, with her handicapped right hand. 

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The children responded really well.  I don’t think I’ve ever taught or observed a class quite as diligent, quiet and obedient as that class.  Mr ’1902′ Fontein had these non-traditionally schooled kids – who are not well versed in the customs of classrooms like standing, ‘sir’ring and silence – shipshape in no time.  Most surprisingly of all was how much Katie loved it.  My system-bucking child who is bored in a matter of minutes revelled in the entire experience.  Perhaps it is not so surprising after all, since she is almost always in her element when she is playacting!  But, honestly, butter wouldn’t melt in the mouth of this teacher’s pet!  Sitting up front, all ‘little’ and blonde and angelic, she was the picture of the perfect little school girl!

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The last lesson of the day was a nature lesson on the Cape Robin.  Facts were learned and repeated.  A test was warned of that Friday.  And I’m pretty sure another proverb or two was repeated somewhere in the process.  Just before close, Wendy Y, the "visiting teacher" (aka the homeschool mommy who arranged the outing) was called to hand out certificates to the kids for "attendance", "best handwriting" and "most well behaved".  Kiera scored herself "most well behaved", Marc "best handwriting" (to which his mother had a good chuckle, but I get to see his Xhosa books and that boy does write neatly!) and Zach, who role played the "new" boy in the class, got "best attendance"!

At the end of it all, Mr Fontein called the kids back to 2012 and let them debrief from their experience then and there.  He also allowed us to take photos from then on out, which accounts for the photo above and below. The kids told him what they thought, which was mostly that he was a strict and scary teacher!  Again, my Katie surprised me – all eager to answer the questions he posed them with angelic sweetness.  She was loving every minute of her morning! 

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I wasn’t surprised that Kiera was enjoying herself, as I was fully expecting her to.  Of course, role playing a typical boy from the period was a double bonus for this little tomboy. 

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Despite the crazily strict school rules, like the ones below, the kids absolutely loved the entire experience.  No ways would they want to go to a school like that every day, but to pretend was simply priceless!

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What was also priceless was my seating arrangements. The moms observed from the various chairs that lined the back wall.  By the time I arrived, the only chair available was this one …

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The priceless part came when I tried to get out of it by stepping on the footrest and just about somersaulted out of the thing.  I didn’t take into account physics in that moment, and so I almost destroyed a museum artefact.  Lovely!  Fortunately Mr Fontein had a good sense of humour and fortunately the chair remained intact!

We headed home after 3 hours of living learning.  I could write an entirely separate and equally wordy blog post on the virtues of role play in learning!  Instead, I’ll just say that like living books, role play learning manages to ignite a passion for the subject at hand and deeper understanding of it.  We could’ve studied this era by doing worksheets or reading textbooks.  Instead, the kids got to experience it first hand, writing on the same slates from that era, sitting in the same desks in the same classrooms.  I doubt they will ever forget what they learned that day.  And, testimony confirms this – when I shared about the kids’ experience on Facebook and our homeschool group, numerous people came back reporting that they too had gone to the museum, some 20+ years ago, and experienced that same classroom, with vivid memories of what they learned. 

It’s no wonder the girls want to return.  And return we will, when the boys are old enough to enjoy the experience too. 

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For more information from the Centre for Conservation Education (Cape Education Museum)…contact the programme co-ordinator at:
Sigi Howse (the programme co-ordinator)
Centre For Conservation Education
9 Aliwal Road, Wynberg, 7800
Tel: 021 762 1622
Fax: 021 762 8690
Email: post@cce.wcape.school.za

Currently the cost is R8 per student to attend the morning experience.

(source: http://www.rsa-overseas.com/explore-sa/centre-conservation-education-cape-education-museum.htm)

Big thanks to Wendy Y for organising this!

A PenPal in Illinois

The Homeschool Western Cape Facebook Group is growing and growing and the activity there is buzzing.  I really can’t keep up with all the outings, meet ups, information exchanges and project opportunities!  But we did manage to slip this one in – a chance to hook into a penpal exchange with a class of 5 and 6 year olds in Illinois.  Fellow mom and OT specialist (check out her excellent tips for parents on all things OT website here) Tracey set it all up.

Just as receiving their moved-to-Nelspruit-to-do-his-intership-babysitter, Luke’s postcard in the mail was a huge hit, so finding a padded envelope addressed to the three older kids caused all sorts of intrigue and interest.  After ripping it open, we found that the penpal was really for Sam.  Well!  Just imagine one young little chest swelling with pride and self-importance! 

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Finally!  Mr Sam has A Very Important Experience all to himself.  A task that neither of his big sisters have had.  The paper and pencil couldn’t make its way to the coffee table soon enough!

And to my utter surprise, my sweet little guy sat down and wrote the first letter he has ever written right there and then.  I was amazed. 

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Yes, I am his teacher.  I should know where his capabilities lie.  But, you’ve got to know that this guy is mostly self-taught.  I’ve not put the mom-hours into him as I did back when I was a green and over-keen homeschooler.  Kiera got mom in panic mode trying to tick the boxes and ensure she was at least grade level (or, truth be told, a step ahead, in keeping with my defensive desire to squash the naysayers with my child prodigy who could actually socialise!)  Katie got a slightly less intense version, but still plenty of “gotto get this right” attention in the early years.  Sam?  Sam got mellow-mom.  I’ve realised that kids learn whether you want them to or not.  My plan was always to gradually introduce him to the three R’s closer to Grade 1, but to be open to his lead.  Well, aside from starting Teach Your Child to Read in 100 Easy Lessons with him last year, I did little else.  Turns out that Sam was going to learn whether I taught him or not.  He wrote his first words without my direction.  Next he started sounding out everything within sight.  By the end of last year, I tagged the first three Explode the Code phonics workbooks on to our Sonlight order as a last minute thought: perhaps I could start with Sam midway through the next year.  Well, Sam went ahead without me.  He’s 1/3 of the way into the first book.  It’s a strange experience having my 5 year old boy happily plugging away at workbooks of language, maths and handwriting, and insisting on reading his Sonlight readers aloud to me, while my 7 year old girl needs to be dragged off her bike and back to the table regularly throughout the morning.  

In no time at all, Mr Sam had written his first ever letter.  Bear in mind, he is mostly self taught, so we’ve got some work to do on handwriting, letter case etc, but that aside – this mom was bursting with pride in her little guy’s learning.

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He ran out of steam after the first page, so I finished scribing his letter while he dictated.  It reads …

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Dear James

my house is made out oF bricks and pAt (paint). GreEn and pink are my favorite (favourite) colours. I am Five do you have brothers and sisters?  I have three.  Two sisters and one brother.  How many do you have?  Do you get pocket money?  Do you have a TV?

Love Sam

PS I am turning 6 on October 19th.  When do you turn 6?

His letter answered James’s two questions – what is your house made of? and what are your favorite colours?  Sam had about a gazillion questions back, but he finally settled on just four (okay, five!).  A few days later, he tackled the drawing he planned for James.  He drew two robots and wrote his signature attribution at the top “Sam to James” (he always places his name before the person he is addressing – I could wallpaper our lounge with mini masterpieces signed “SamtoMom”).  We added some photos of the family and a picture of him at Lunch Bunch.  Mr Sam proudly displays his package contents for his new penpal – James in Illinois!

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After swimming lessons that day we headed to the post office to have the letter weighed and stamped.  Sam’s sense of Great Importance was clearly still quite strong when he marched confidently up to the counter and said, “good afternoon, ma’am.  Please may I get a stamp for this?”  The lady was delighted and so was Sam.  A huge grin was plastered all over this guy’s face as he paid for the stamp, stuck it down and jumped down from the counter to post it in the box.

Of course, I had to complete the experience with more photographic evidence!  And of course, two of his siblings had to get in on the picture!

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Tada!  Letter going in!

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And gone!  So now we wait to hear if James gets his letter.  We hope he does soon!

Postcards from Nelspruit

2012 is the year of the snail mail!  It’s funny how email has pretty much killed the art of letter writing.  My kids have had the odd letter or card in the post, but haven’t really experienced the whole writing back thing. 

Well, imagine their surprise when an unexpected postcard addressed to all the kids arrived in the mail.  Their regular babysitter from last year moved up to Nelspruit to do his internship.  Luke graduated last year from UCT and now officially Dr Luke.  Hooey – typing that makes me feel super old.  Wasn’t it just yesterday that I taught little Luke Grade 8 English?  Back then he was easily amongst the smallest in the class – now he towers over just about everyone and looks every bit of the dashing young doctor!  The kids adore him and even Micah, who used to howl at the idea of us leaving the house without him, took to Luke and would be happy to see us go if Luke was coming!  Sadly, his move meant bye bye babysitter. 

But it also meant “hello postcard!”.  The kids crowded around me as I read it aloud to them.  We all had a good chuckle as Luke writes just the way he talks which made it feel like he was in the room with us.  They all felt pretty special that Uncle Luke would be writing to them from all the way across the country!

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The excitement of receiving a postcard translated into immediate desire to write back!  Well, eventually mom got into action and found them some unused postcards.  And off they went…

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We waited until we knew that Luke was back from visiting his lovely and beautiful girlfriend in Germany before we finished the process – posting!  Again, grand excitement!

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And our postcards reached their destination!  Luke enjoyed their postcards and reported that he had a good chuckle too Smile  He kindly responded to my request to take a photo of the evidence – here is some vintage Luke for you…

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Yip – delighted children!  And a pretty cool babysitter!

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