Raissa performed in her preschool end-of-year celebration. In a letter a month before the event, her teachers gave parents instruction on their child’s costume. Each class had different costume based on the dance the class going to perform. Raissa’s class performed Jali-Jali and for that she had to come to school on the performance day wearing white kebaya and legging.
Rummaging white kebaya for her turned me into a momzilla. I was slacking looking for the kebaya, thinking that there would be an abundance of cute children kebaya. A little over 1 week before the D-day, I started to look around and found almost none that fits my taste. Either the kebaya too glam because beaded like a disco light, or too plain (and overpriced) that it just didn’t look cute. I went to four shopping centres to find the perfect kebaya for her and when I finally found one, I went crazy buying other accessories: brooches, headband, and ring to make sure she will stand out from her crowds. Momzilla was on the loose!
Raissa enjoyed getting made up though. I think she felt so special and the best part, it just got her more excited to perform. And she did perform well. Dancing and smilingly waved at us from the stage. When the dance was over and students from her class were called back, she even jumped up and down on the stage ecstaticly. Sharing her pride and happiness, she made us all giddy by watching her.
At the end of the event, the students received a diploma, including Raissa. A simple diploma but enough to shoot momma up dancing with the stars. One diploma down, 7 to go.. if you choose so. One joyful step at a time, always, my compass star.
When the Cimaroli grandies were here, my Dad offered his co-parents- in-law (Bahasa Indonesia: besan) list of outdoor activities for them. My dad, aka PapaDatu’, is indeed one of the most active people within my safe circle. Since his somewhat retirement, he has traveled even more, in fact he already has two sets of roundtrip tickets until next month.
One of the activities was he took them and all of us for an adventure at Citarik, Sukabumi, involving a water rafting for 7km distance. None of us except my mom and dad had done water rafting before. My dad has done it even more than once, and once he did the 20km distance. Started in Citarik River and finished it at Pelabuhan Ratu. Yep, my dad has a bit of Indiana Jones trait in him.
Our Italian family were also excited to go out outdoor too. Nonno (grandpa) Nello signed up to do rafting but Nonna (grandma) Marisa signed out on it My mom opted to stay at the accommodation too. So the grandmas stayed back, which were good because otherwise I have to stay back to be with the kids, as they were too young to take part. Kris and I were excited to finally have the chance to try rafting. I’ve done canoeing and boating in the States but never rafting. So yeaaa.. finally.
We stayed at Arus Liar Adventure, one of the water rafting pioneers on Citarik River. Besides a water rafting company, operating rafting trips and renting out the rafting and other safety gears, it also offers different types of accommodation available on its compound, from camping ground to traditional cottage but all stay true to their mission encouraging their visitors to have back-to-nature experience. Our PapaDatu’ booked us to stay at their Nusa traditional cottages, and we chose to have the accommodation+meal package from them. Three meals a day and each time was serve in abundance and sooo yummy. A traditional food galore. Although, guests can also have meal at its restaurant, for a large group I would definitely recommend the accommodation-meal package.
Our cottages were actually very basic but full of luxurious natural treatments. The cottages had the river as its back yards and a gigantic tree on its front yards. We had to walk through a small village, cross a hanging bridge over the river, pass a small paddy field before we get to our cottage. I loved it. It was so serene and a nice place to wind down with the kids, although there weren’t many activities small kids could do there besides walking up and about the river and paddy fields. But hey, if back-to-nature means anything, it should be about the kids running around exploring their surrounding without seduction to be a flying fox on a rope. Nothing against it though, because I know how fun hanging and sliding on a rope could be. Yet, no less interesting was to see a fat slow-moving millipedes, geckos, and lizards besides dogs and chicken. Those were just some of the creatures my kids met there. Still, the highlight for them was really the chance to run around and fall on soft earth ground.
As for the adults, another highlights would of course be the luck to laugh loudly, scream, and get soaking wet and no one had a problem with us doing those.