Belated Mother's Day Gift

A belated Mother's Day gift from Hana for her mom (that would be me)

This is me.  What exactly do you mean by "You might not be the best cook"? Excuse me? That's your father speaking there!!!

Artist on the Balcony

Summer has started, and so we paint outside. She tried oil-paint, but she had no patience for the drying process; it took forever. So now she's back to acryllic.

Chalk

Hana directs how she wants the picture of her art work taken.

Photo Frame

A photo frame Hana constructed this morning with some flowers from the bougainvillea, around a very old picture of her and her brother.

We Will Miss You

The head of Hana's school will be leaving this year, so Hana drew a picture for her. The lady has a grey parrot in her office, Coco.

Batman to the Rescue; a Comic

Princess Faleesha; a Fairy Tale

Hana is learning how to write fiction and fairy tales in class. This is her fairy tale of Princess Faleesha, written and typed herself (I think she typed it herself), and so this is inventive spelling. But what I really like is her twist. Faleesha won’t have anything to do with Prince Charming; she takes a swing at him, but unfortunately he’s a bit faster than she is.

Once apona time a girl named faleesha lived in a casl with her mom and dad. By the time faleesha was 10 she got sent to a tower.


One day faleesha was 20 she was siting on a char then she felt wind in her face faleesha looked out the windo and she so... a dragin. faleesha screemed but on top of the dragin there was a man. faleesha fantide. The next day faleesha wooc up she was in a house. The man tooc her to his home.! Faleesha pot her fists up Faleesha swingd her arm right she swingd her arm left but the man was to fast. The man said “my name is Erll” Faleesha thot wich was not vary easy to do because prinses hav people to thinc For them. “unkul Erll”? she said! no!no!no! he said “princ Erll” Erll said Erll was a meen and selfish prins. Erll thot he fownd a nanee. Falleesha was forst to cleen the house. One day Falleesha looked out the windowe and sudinly the dragin came! Falleesha jumped on it and floow away. Wen the dragin came bac Falleesha was gone.! Erll was mad Erll said... “Aaaaaaaaaaaa!” “Horay!” Falleesha yeld . Falleesha was safe and sownd at home.


Erll was misrubl and mesy. Erll dide from misery. The dragin lived with prinss Falleesha and became her best Friend.


The End

Never mind, when she sees her chance, she escapes,  leaves the sucker behind, and lives happily ever after with a friend of her own choosing; a purple dragon. My kind of girl.
Click on the picture for a 'readable' view.

Heart in Your Pocket

Left in the pocket of my coat the other day; a little pink heart Hana blanket-stitched in 'Cross-Stitching Class' because she wants to be like her grandmother, who knows how to cross stitch so well.

A Tree of Hands

Valentine's Day

Hana celebrated Valentine's Day in school. She had to make her own cards, but that was going to take a lot of time. Did I not have an idea?
Yes, I had an idea.

When she brought in her flowers to school, the computer teacher said: "What a lovely idea, your Mom is so creative!"
"No, she's not," replied the little witch. "She got it from the Internet."
Next year, lady, you design your own cards, all 17 of them!

Baking cookies . . .

. . . . . with cousin N on a rainy day.

Letter to the Editor

Hana is a fervent reader of a magazine called Sparkle World. And yesterday she wrote a letter to the editor. I have no idea what was written in it. 

“Well, if you won’t let me read the letter,” I said, “then I won’t write the address.”

“I can do that myself,” she replied with a huff.

And she did.

Germs

Hana's studying about germs. Here's her germ (a happy one).

Tolerance

It's the month of Tolerance in Hana's school, and she had to make a wordle (http://www.wordle.net/) on words that she associated with tolerance. The classroom teacher must have helped a little on the vocabulary, I assume. The computer teacher helped her with the wordle.

Late

I am a little late when it comes to updating Hana's work. She's into so many things, I just can't keep up.
Here's some work on the Ipad,

 and a little story she wrote. Her handwriting is slowly changing into a characteristic one.