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
Friday, May 9, 2008
Here ya go....
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_the_English_language
and (whoa!) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Infinity
Not sure that helped.
:)
and (whoa!) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Infinity
Not sure that helped.
:)
Thoughts
It's harder to keep this up than I thought it would be. I always underestimate how hard a thing is going to be. I kinda like this quality of mine though...it makes me unafraid to take things on. :)
I might try some loose thoughts and observations for a while, rather than pressuring myself to spin a short yarn every day.
As for the birds, there are MORE babies. Discovered today. So little they do not peep at all yet. (Cute!) Can you believe it?!! I am so pleasantly surprised! Was that bird sitting there the mother laying more eggs? Was one of the first babies assigned the task of sitting on the next "litter?" Hmm.
You have probably noticed that my kids are my obsession. I am recently awakening from complete and total child obsession into a verision (still somewhat blurry) of my former self.....enough to actually SEE how obsessed I am. Oh well.
That said, here is my latest musing upon my little cherubs. I love answering my kids' questions. I suppose as a teacher, this aspect of parenting is one of my favorites. I get such satisfaction out of enlightening their little minds or feeding their natural desires to know. But this gets harder as they grow older. It used to be I had all the answers. The kids are only 4 and 6, yet more and more, I find myself leaning upon my "crutch answer:" "I am going to check that out for you on the internet as soon as you go to sleep."
I mean that sincerely, yet I don't always get around to it. Tonight Emilia asked me how our language was made. Huh? Uh, I don't know! I mean, I came up with some kind of an answer about languages growing from other languages, but I just made that up, and it didn't really satisfy me. I am going to look this up. Then a minute later, Lucas was asking me how many digits are in infinity. (I swear.) Uh....... Now I know that infinity does not have digits (right?) but I am having a heck of a time explaining infinity to these kids. Lucas is number nuts lately; I love it. He will ask me "Mommy, what's 10+10?" "What's 20+20?" What's 40+40?" and on and on and on until we're too high for me to do it in my head any longer.
Well, I guess I'm off......to the internet.....AND BEYOND!
Happy Mom's Day Mommies!
:) Tracy
I might try some loose thoughts and observations for a while, rather than pressuring myself to spin a short yarn every day.
As for the birds, there are MORE babies. Discovered today. So little they do not peep at all yet. (Cute!) Can you believe it?!! I am so pleasantly surprised! Was that bird sitting there the mother laying more eggs? Was one of the first babies assigned the task of sitting on the next "litter?" Hmm.
You have probably noticed that my kids are my obsession. I am recently awakening from complete and total child obsession into a verision (still somewhat blurry) of my former self.....enough to actually SEE how obsessed I am. Oh well.
That said, here is my latest musing upon my little cherubs. I love answering my kids' questions. I suppose as a teacher, this aspect of parenting is one of my favorites. I get such satisfaction out of enlightening their little minds or feeding their natural desires to know. But this gets harder as they grow older. It used to be I had all the answers. The kids are only 4 and 6, yet more and more, I find myself leaning upon my "crutch answer:" "I am going to check that out for you on the internet as soon as you go to sleep."
I mean that sincerely, yet I don't always get around to it. Tonight Emilia asked me how our language was made. Huh? Uh, I don't know! I mean, I came up with some kind of an answer about languages growing from other languages, but I just made that up, and it didn't really satisfy me. I am going to look this up. Then a minute later, Lucas was asking me how many digits are in infinity. (I swear.) Uh....... Now I know that infinity does not have digits (right?) but I am having a heck of a time explaining infinity to these kids. Lucas is number nuts lately; I love it. He will ask me "Mommy, what's 10+10?" "What's 20+20?" What's 40+40?" and on and on and on until we're too high for me to do it in my head any longer.
Well, I guess I'm off......to the internet.....AND BEYOND!
Happy Mom's Day Mommies!
:) Tracy
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Baby Bird Update
I feel the need to share that there is one baby bird that still sits in the nest. I don't know what his deal is. Why hasn't he flown off with the others? He is always there, in the nest. The Mom and Dad seem to still come and tend to him; I honestly haven't paid too much attention. They don't seem to be feeding him. He does fly out sometimes. It isn't that he can't fly. He just likes to chill in the nest.
:) Tracy
:) Tracy
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
For now, they are listening...
The extent to which my children listen to me surprises me. I don't mean when I am telling them to "BE QUIET AND GO TO BED!" for the tenth time. They don't listen then. I mean to the big stuff. I have it so stuck in my head that "actions speak louder than words" that I had just assumed that words were for naught. (I know, silly, but it's the truth.) I'd been thinking as long as I DID the right thing, it didn't really matter what I said. Wrong. The little buggers do listen and absorb everything we say, I've found, so we have to be perfect in word and deed it turns out. Great.
I had this impressed upon myself yet again the other day while Emilia was discussing her "friend troubles" with me. It appears one of her little Kindergarten buddies is putting on a play (this is the latest thing amongst Emilia and her class) and cast her as the queen. We all know there are bad school days, great school days, and average school days, the latter of course, being the most common variety. Occasionally something awful or wonderful will kick the day rating up or down a notch into one of the more extreme categories.
Well the day my daughter got the news she was the queen, was a good day. She was just thrilled, in a way that an A on the spelling test, or a trip to the prize box even, was never going to come close to. Needless to say, two weeks later, when this friend told Emilia she was no longer the queen, the torch had been passed to so-and-so, was a bad day. (Don't get mad, Mom. Remember, this is life.)
I offered that she should simply write her own play and cast herself as the queen in it. She could still be in her friend's play, but she would have her own too, assuring she was able to keep the coveted role. She liked my idea. Wow. I felt certain nothing short of "she must bend to MY will" was going to do, but perhaps my darling, strong-minded daughter is maturing.
A few more days brought yet another development. Strangely enough, Emilia had offered her friend the role of queen in her play, and the girl refused it! Imagine! Said she wanted to be the princess. (Emilia pointed out to me that the role of princess was not nearly so major a role as that of queen. What was her friend thinking?!) She considered telling the friend that if SHE (Emilia) could have the part she wanted in her friend's play, then the friend could indeed be the princess in HER play. I told her that I had faith she could handle the situation. "But do you think that is a good idea?" she asked me. She asked for my advice. At least for now, she cares what I think. Maybe, if I play my cards right, this will last until she's nine.
:) Tracy
I had this impressed upon myself yet again the other day while Emilia was discussing her "friend troubles" with me. It appears one of her little Kindergarten buddies is putting on a play (this is the latest thing amongst Emilia and her class) and cast her as the queen. We all know there are bad school days, great school days, and average school days, the latter of course, being the most common variety. Occasionally something awful or wonderful will kick the day rating up or down a notch into one of the more extreme categories.
Well the day my daughter got the news she was the queen, was a good day. She was just thrilled, in a way that an A on the spelling test, or a trip to the prize box even, was never going to come close to. Needless to say, two weeks later, when this friend told Emilia she was no longer the queen, the torch had been passed to so-and-so, was a bad day. (Don't get mad, Mom. Remember, this is life.)
I offered that she should simply write her own play and cast herself as the queen in it. She could still be in her friend's play, but she would have her own too, assuring she was able to keep the coveted role. She liked my idea. Wow. I felt certain nothing short of "she must bend to MY will" was going to do, but perhaps my darling, strong-minded daughter is maturing.
A few more days brought yet another development. Strangely enough, Emilia had offered her friend the role of queen in her play, and the girl refused it! Imagine! Said she wanted to be the princess. (Emilia pointed out to me that the role of princess was not nearly so major a role as that of queen. What was her friend thinking?!) She considered telling the friend that if SHE (Emilia) could have the part she wanted in her friend's play, then the friend could indeed be the princess in HER play. I told her that I had faith she could handle the situation. "But do you think that is a good idea?" she asked me. She asked for my advice. At least for now, she cares what I think. Maybe, if I play my cards right, this will last until she's nine.
:) Tracy
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