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Princess Boo loves a bit of pampering. She loves it on the rare occasion she gets to come to the salon for a mini-manicure and pedicure. She loves having her feet, head and back massaged.
I can only blame myself… or her numerous overseas Aunts who first enticed her to the salon for a mini-manicure and pedicure for her 3rd birthday, prior to a wedding we attended in Abu Dhabi (where every second shop is a salon or spa)!
I can also blame Grandma who on our numerous trips to Bali has always taken Princess Boo for a foot or head massage down the beach.
At the ripe old age of 6, I figured the Little Princess Spa package was right up her alley. I had concerns that she wouldn’t last through 2 hours of pampering.
Oh how wrong I was to be concerned!
We were in fits of giggles before our massages as Princess Boo donned adult size disposable knickers, and ran around our massage tables like a child of Tarzan!
I never heard a sound from Princess Boo in the half hour during her massage, and then I heard her whisper incredulously “Mum, she’s rubbing sand on me!”
Me and the 2 Balinese massage ladies again were in fits of laughter as we explained body scrubs. We also then had to explain body masque as the cream she was smothered in began to dry a bit like wax.
As I enjoyed the rest of my massage, body scrub and masque, Princess Boo was whisked away for her manicure and pedicure.
After my pampering session, I found Princess Boo enjoying a blow dry after her hair wash and scalp massage.
She has begun asking if we can do the same thing in Perth. I am yet to find a spa and/or salon that has a package for little girls, and for a reasonable cost. I think it will just have to be a special treat on our overseas trips!
Boo had her ballet concert on Sunday night. This year’s production was Enid Blyton’s The Enchanted Wood and Boo was a canary. A canary sounds a much more plausible ballet role than last year’s (beautiful) jellyfish role.
This year, Boo’s ballet academy celebrated it’s 60th Birthday. In 60 years, there has never been the costume debacles that occurred this year!
Boo had a dress rehearsal on Thursday evening. This should actually be called a stage rehearsal as the costumes that were promised 2 weeks ago, still had not arrived.
There was a dress rehearsal on Friday evening. Some costumes had arrived, and bits of others had arrived. The canaries had nothing, nada, zilch!
The dressmaker who had worked with the academy for 25 years did not deliver!
But of course the show must go on!
A small army of mums and friends pulled together. Several trips to Spotlight and the Ballet Shop later (and a lot of cutting, pinning, velcro and hard labour), the show went on Saturday and Sunday night.
And if you weren’t in the know, you would never have guessed that The Great Costume Debacle of 2011 had even occurred!
So with a few yellow feathers, a piece of yellow cardboard, and some sparkly yellow fabric pinned to her shoulders, Boo’s normal ballet clothes were transformed into a gorgeous canary costume (and between you and me it was the best costume of the concert)!
Boo danced beautifully, and if you haven’t worked it out already was a real DIVA on the evening! Like all ballerina’s she was rewarded from her family in flowers.
I’m venting again! Same issue… same parent!
One of Boo’s friends, Em is the most coddled child in the world. She is well on her way to being crippled by her mother’s helicopter parenting. Her mother is constantly nearby. Yes, even in the school yard, they live 2 doors from the school, and loiters, collects her child frequently before lunchtime etc.
It appears this child is sheltered from all life’s disappointments, rejection, failure and upheavals. The mother constantly whittles on about how she’s a sensitive child. I’m sorry help your child build some coping strategies, foster some resilience and let her watch Disney movies and teach her about the real world.
Today we had a class picnic. Boo and her besty, Amy had climbed to the top of the monkey bars and were sitting there chatting when Em arrived. Helicopter mum heads over with Em. Em asks them if they want to come down and play cricket. Boo and Amy say no, they don’t want to play cricket and no, they don’t want to come down. Sheltered Em, of course cannot climb to the top of the monkey bars.
That’s the story Boo and Amy gave. They are 6 years old and may or may not be able to work on getting their stories straight! They were on top of the monkey bars though.
Helicopter mum approaches Amy’s mum and I and says “Amy and Boo, won’t play with Em and said they are going to hide from her. Can you deal with this, as I just can’t this morning, and with just having moved house yesterday (next door to her parents) I don’t want Em upset!”
Muttering under my breath and rolling my eyes behind my sunglasses,I headed off to speak to Boo, only because Amy’s mum was headed over to the girls.
Poor Amy copped it and was made to apologise to Em. What she had to apologise for, I have no idea.
If my child does not want to play with your child… too bad, too sad! That’s life!
Teach her to build a bridge and get over it! FFS!!!
If we had not been at the school picnic I would have told her what I really think.
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