That's pronounced BONG-EE HEAD. He is the main character, according to Lucas. Tonight Bongy Head and Trabby Aches terrorized innocent movie go-ers throughout the world. What will these nutty characters be up to tomorrow?
:) Tracy
Monday, June 9, 2008
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Grandson inherits odd knack for nonsense words
My dad was a bit put off by my last post. Funny how words can be interpreted in different ways, we agreed. I thought I was being funny. But if anyone else worried about me, rest assured I am fine. I kind of enjoy my child-dominated existence. :) Or perhaps I can convince you with this.
Clearly, creativity takes many varied forms. Despite knowing this, I have always wondered about myself, do I possess the creative gene or not? It has been somewhat of a life-long pondering. I know I AM creative. Really, I AM! But I suppose when faced with another's *different* creativity, one sometimes feels left out. For example. My father has a knack for nonsense words and names. I was always pleased and amazed at the crazy inventive names in his stories. And I have just never been able to do it...make up those nutty names. I like to think of my lack of creativity in certain areas as mental blocks. I really believe this theory, too. I can make up silly names. I CAN! I just want to so darn badly that, well, ironically, I can't.
Enter my four year old son, Lucas. If there is a gene for this, he has it. Tonight when I asked him to pick a bedtime story, he screamed "TRABBY ACHES!!!!!" Trabby aches, as anyone who has spent any serous time in our home can tell you, is one of Lucas's words. It can mean whatever he wants it to mean, and this is one of the things I love about his words. Tonight, of course, he wanted me to make up a story called "Trabby Aches." So I did, although truth be told, this awesome story-telling on the spot is ALSO a talent I don't feel I excel at. Again, I so WANT to be good at it, however, that I always give it the ol' college try. Today the kids helped me a lot and I was happy to take all their suggestions. I will not tell the story here (I did promise Lucas I would write it all out on a huge piece of paper but, well, uh, bad Mommy) but it was a school story that centered around Trabby Aches, another charater whose name I already forget, Miss Goudeleh, and Mrs. Buppy, the principal. How much do you love these?!! I guess I have to admit, now that my son has the gift, that I just do not. I am going to go to the bathroom to cry now. (J/K, Dad!)
:) Tracy
Clearly, creativity takes many varied forms. Despite knowing this, I have always wondered about myself, do I possess the creative gene or not? It has been somewhat of a life-long pondering. I know I AM creative. Really, I AM! But I suppose when faced with another's *different* creativity, one sometimes feels left out. For example. My father has a knack for nonsense words and names. I was always pleased and amazed at the crazy inventive names in his stories. And I have just never been able to do it...make up those nutty names. I like to think of my lack of creativity in certain areas as mental blocks. I really believe this theory, too. I can make up silly names. I CAN! I just want to so darn badly that, well, ironically, I can't.
Enter my four year old son, Lucas. If there is a gene for this, he has it. Tonight when I asked him to pick a bedtime story, he screamed "TRABBY ACHES!!!!!" Trabby aches, as anyone who has spent any serous time in our home can tell you, is one of Lucas's words. It can mean whatever he wants it to mean, and this is one of the things I love about his words. Tonight, of course, he wanted me to make up a story called "Trabby Aches." So I did, although truth be told, this awesome story-telling on the spot is ALSO a talent I don't feel I excel at. Again, I so WANT to be good at it, however, that I always give it the ol' college try. Today the kids helped me a lot and I was happy to take all their suggestions. I will not tell the story here (I did promise Lucas I would write it all out on a huge piece of paper but, well, uh, bad Mommy) but it was a school story that centered around Trabby Aches, another charater whose name I already forget, Miss Goudeleh, and Mrs. Buppy, the principal. How much do you love these?!! I guess I have to admit, now that my son has the gift, that I just do not. I am going to go to the bathroom to cry now. (J/K, Dad!)
:) Tracy
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Kids suck the life out of you.
And there you have it. This small nugget of wisdom just popped into my little head just now. Such a little kernel of truth. I sit here, after another long question-answering, fight stopping, redirecting, nutritious meal making, hair washing, counting-to-10 day, at the computer, brain dead, realizing what my problem is. Ha ha ha! I swear I can see my life at the end of the tunnel somewhere there, I *swear* it!!!
:) Tracy
:) Tracy
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