During the farming season the girls don't get to have friends over much. Friends who are cool with hanging out in the rice paddy and/or the garden are welcome but they are few and far between. Which is not to say they don't get to play with their friends. They do. They play with the kids who hang out in the field next door while their mum works and they get invited to friends' houses to play too. But having people over to ours to play at the house is pretty rare so we try to make up for it in the Winter months.
Today I am not sure what happened but we ended up with a houseful!
Meg called her friend who lives at the bottom of the hill and invited her up.
Amy called her friend and invited him over.
Meg's friend was coming at 2:30.
Amy's was coming at 2:00.
The girls finished their homework in record time in the morning and cleaned their bedroom.
K and I were up and down the stepladder inside the cupboard in the small room putting in the last of the insulation. It's revoltingly grimy work and you get sweaty to boot so pretty gross. We were working double speed trying to get it all done by 1:30 in order to be able to clean up and put all the things back in the cupboard and vacuum up the dust that is inevitable in this job before the kids arrived.
At 12:30 the phone rang. I answered and I guess I put the caller off as there was a lot of silence. Considering that the only people who call the landline are salespeople, the school and the girls' friends I guessed it was a kid and handed the phone to Amy. She said hello and this is Amy and there was a long pause and she shrugged and passed the phone to Meg. We finally got success and Meg had a conversation of sorts and told me it was her friend and she wanted to come over at 1:30 instead of 2:00. Ok. No problem.
Went back to helping K at more than double speed now and at 1:20 the doorbell rang.
It was a different one of Meg's friends. Totally cool with that- we were having kids over anyway and what's one more but how could Meg have a whole conversation with her and not know who it was and how could the little girl go a whole conversation and not pipe up that she wasn't who Meg thought she was? Weird!
The girls played in the playroom while K and I packed up all the stuff in the small room and cleaned and tidied.
2:00 and Amy's friend turned up- with his big sister. Again, totally cool, what's one more kid? But a surprise none the less. I'm not sure if it's a culture thing or just a me thing but I wouldn't send Amy along on Meg's playdate. At least I didn't think I ever would until Meg's friends started asking why Amy wasn't coming along, too? I guess everyone just thinks what's the difference between one kid and two, huh? But yeah, unexpected extra play-date visitors is something that still surprises me.
By 2:30 Meg's friend turned up- with her little sister! Why not?
I have to say, kids here arrive at playdates with enough snacks for a week, so it's a pretty low-stress playdate. More trouble to send the girls off to play at someone else's place to be honest!
So, we now have our two and five playdaters. The three 9 year olds were upstairs playing DS with the 5 year old little sister looking on. The 7year old and two 6 year olds were downstairs playing with the dollhouse and drawing and colouring. I invited the 5 year old down to play if she wanted and she just shook her head but then a couple minutes later her sister brought her down to play.
The four kids got on like a house on fire and before you knew it it was snacktime:
Unintentionally blurry but consequently privacy-protecting picture.
Then the 6 and 7 year olds decided to go out and make a snow slide for the sleds. I offered to lend the 5 year old a snowsuit if she wanted to play too but she chose to stay inside. Don't blame her- warm room vs cold icy yard? Hmmmm....
The snow players had a fabulous time and we could hear shrieks of laughter from our nice warm room.
The five year old started dressing the dolls and was taking it all very seriously and kept coming over to ask me where this doll's pants were or which doll wears these shoes?
So I gave up on making flashcards and went over and played dolls together.
Until Amy's friends were picked up and she took over for me. And the 5yo seemed to approve of Amy's bossy mothering style way more than my quiet and cooperative one.
And now Amy wants to have a sleepover...