The girl went on a field trip yesterday from the school. They visited a farm for apple picking, pumpkin picking and potato picking. A sample to show her super excitement is she woke up first you read it right she woke up first. The next minute she was in the bathroom yelling “Can somebody please come and brush me soon. It is getting late. Hurry up !!!!! There she was ready to school in a jiffy. I couldn’t believe my eyes and had to pinch myself.
Trip story as I heard from her in the evening
Each of them were given a tag to wear with their name on one side and teacher’s name with school address on the other side and were grouped as three. They reached the farm in school bus and waited outside for a while. Then, they went on a hayride followed by potato picking, apple picking and pumpkin picking. It was easy to pick the potatoes as only the bottom half was inside the ground. They have to just dig around and pull the potatoes. The apple picking was also easy. They have to just hold the apple and twist it around then it comes off. They all had the home packed brown bag lunch at a cafeteria kind of place in the farm. It was a fun packed day. On the way back most of them slept in the bus itself. The others woke them up when they reached school. The parents of few other kids had come for the trip. “Amma I didn’t know that parents can also come for the trip. Otherwise I would have told you. But, it is okay amma as even if I had told you would not have come as you have office” Should I feel happy or sad for this?
I have to admit that I am moving to the next level of parenthood where it is more than enough to just listen and do what she says. My ideas are not needed anymore and I can stop breaking my head to think about the what/how and why’s for everything. The girl was very clear on what to make with the fruits and veggies from the farm. Potatoes were served as mashed potatoes for her dinner last night, Apples will turn into pies sooner (though momma did not promise yet) and Pumpkin will decorate our home as a Jack-o-lantern for this Halloween. When I made it a big deal to bake the pie this weekend she coolly said amma just type “apple pie making instructions” in google. Let’s read the instructions together and make the pie. I was like $%&*#@!!!!!!!!.
I have just started exploring more about baking apple pies at home and carving a Jack-o-lantern. Hoping to get into action soon.
Adi’s taking the entire stress of decision-making out of your head – so much responsibility at such a young age 🙂
that was sweet stress isn’t it? at least to feel proud that some one under the sky is valuing your decisions and listening to you…. I am losing it …
Good that she enjoyed the trip. Kids do enjoy the farm like anything. We took Anirud to a veggie farm nearby more than 2 yrs ago and I still remember his excitement on pulling out the carrots. Until then, he thought that veggies were ”made” at the super markets. 🙂
Google thing is another.. for the last 2 yrs, whenever we say ‘enna panradhu’ or ‘theriyala’, pat comes the interference – ‘google-la thedalaam pa’.
veggies made at super market ha ha ha…..
ஒரு நல்ல ,சிறிய டாகுமெண்டரி படத்தை பார்த்த நிறைவை உங்கள் பதிவு தருகிறதுபா
documentary-a!!!?? hmm anyways thanks priya…
Apple pie is a good choice.If you get readymade PIE CRUST 90% work is done.Try,good luck.
And am very happy that adi is making choices.
have u tried at home b4? I was about the make it this weekend with the readymade pie crust but the dad n girl didn’t show much interest so dropped the plan…
Here i dont get a pie crust readymade.I know my skills in making a crust,so neer tried.try doing a few,it will be good.
Woww! That must hv been so much fun. She is so mature and understanding woww 🙂
Do share the apple pies err atleast the pics with us 😛 😛
sure swaru if I bake one 🙂
அடடே !டாகுமெண்டரி என்றால் சமுதாயம் சார்ந்த உண்மை நிகழ்வுகள் ,பொது மற்றும் பல்வேறு நிகழ்சிகள்
போன்றவற்றை கலப்படம் இன்றி காட்டும் சுருக்கமான திரைப்படம் என்று தானே பொருள் அனி!:)
Really Nice postppa
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