Poetry by Tim

 

Tim  loves many things in life, writing is not one of them;)

 

His disdain for writing covers both Norwegain and English and has little to do with his ability.

 

Unfortunately having a teacher for a mother means he doesn't get a choice.

 

So at our weekly, warm, fuzzy, let's study English session I decided to tackle poetry.

 

What a surprise that turned into!

 

He is surprising good at analyzing a piece of text. He nailed the interpretation on the poem 'Upon a Snail' by John Bunyan (1628-88) - old English and all.

 

I think he actually enjoyed discussing 'The Eagle' by Tennyson too.

 

There is hope:))

 

 

 

So we moved onto producing a piece of poetry. I decided to keep it simple and combine teaching the concept of alliteration with poetry.

 

What surprised me the most is the wealth of his vocabulary (and 1 spelling mistake is not too shabby either;) - remember this is my Norwegain educated boy who only speaks English with his mummy!!

 

So here you go - short and sweet .....

 

Snake

 

Slinky snake

Stupidly stumbling

Spontaniusly slithering

 

Sleepy snake

Slowly slurping

Suddenly stopping.

 

 

 

 



Tim's Weekend

These days Tim is not too happy with his mother taking his picture. Often I get huffs and puffs and 'Muuuum', when I raise the camera in his direction.

 

 

 

So a quite a number of shots are candid, when he does not know I'm clicking away.

 

 

 

 

He does the best scowels and turns his back. Since he is 11 years old, I repect his right to say no to having his photo taken and usually stop snapping.

 

He recently was allowed to purchase and part own an air gun with Tig. We have VERY stict rules for storage and use. He loves doing target practise and takes it all very seriously.

 

 

 

 

Great fun was had bbq and toasting bread dough on a stick. This is common in Norway. I know Tae has done this on trips in the forest with his barnehage, but this was a first for Tim and I.

 

 

 

Finally, I managed to capture Tim looking at the camera on the boat on the way off the island:)))

 



Wordless Wednesday - Brothers

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Apple Picking

 

Hmmm,

 

 

 

 

nothing beats picking an apple straight from the tree,

 

 

 

 

perhaps, picking an apple from a tree on top of a mountain on a sunny day,

 

 

 

 

with a little help from Pappa,

 

 

 

 

 

 

yummy, scrummy apples,

 

 

hmmmm - happy day.

 

 

 

 



Sunday Walk in Hardanger

 

Hardanger in Autumn is beautiful.

 

 

The leaves are turning golden and high on the mountains the snow has arrived.

 

 

It was a perfect day for a walk, so after a lazy brunch we headed off. Tae loved squelching through the mud, which kept him going nicely up the hill!

 

 

He did really well most of the way, but when it got very muddy and steep, he opted for his favourite form of transport.

 

 

 

 

Once at the top, Tae ran around and we carried on past an old farm, which is still in use today.

 

 

Even Tig enjoyed getting out and about!!

 

 

 

 

 

Off down the mountain again.

 

 

 

 

Sometimes, you just needs a helping hand.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Seriously, this walk had it all; cows, sheep, mountain, woodland and sea!!!

 

 

The boys had great fun skimming flat stones across the still fjord.

 

 

 

 

 

 

From this point, Tim and his friends O & D stayed and did some more skimming and we went further along.

 

 

Let's be honest a stick always helps when out for a walk:)

 

I was very impressed how well Tae managed the whole walk. Our friend G measured it as we went and it came to just over 5km. I guess Tae was carried maybe half a km and biscuits may have been involved in last half km back to our friends cabin;)

 

 



Wordless Wednesday - Bathtime with Boats!

Football Cup 2012

 

 

On Saturday it was the annual interteam football cup at Tim's club.

 

 

Normally, Tig goes along to support Tim, but as I had not seen him play in a while I volunteered to take him and watch the games.

 

 

Big mistake!

 

Don't get me wrong I love watching and cheering as my boy runs around the field. I love hearing about his enthusiasm of a certain tackle or goal, but what I do not love is our local September weather!

 

It is soooo unpredicable. Some years for this cup it has been warm shorts and t-shirts weather, others cold and windy.

 

Today it was time for downpouring of rain.

 

 

 

In Norway (especially the west coast), there is an expression:

 

"There is no such thing as bad weather, just bad clothing!"

 

Hence, football training or matches never get cancelled due to weather. Tim has played in rain, snow, sleet, and storms. The only time I was really nervous was when I dropped him off for training and it was -13c outside. It felt so wrong, but I wrapped him up and sent him off like a good Norwegian!!

 

So back to the cup....

 

Tim and I hauled ourselves out of bed at 8am Saturday morning (so wrong;), I wrapped up in my fleece, rain trousers & jacket and walking boots ready to face a morning on the sidelines (I may have also stood with an umbrella too)!

 

Tim was actually excited and really does not even notice the rain.

As soon as the matches started and the coat came off he got soaked. It did not bother him at all. He still gave his all and did some good defending and attacking. He even set up a few goals.

After his three matches it was time for refreshments - strong coffee for mummy and a waffle with jam for Tim:)

He was soaked, but a very happy boy.

After a short break we headed inside to the auditorium for the presentation and medal ceremony.

When it was over we drove home. First on the list was a warm shower and change into dry clothes followed by a lovely cooked English breakfast/brunch.