Lucas made a gun out of Tinkertoys today. No, I am not thrilled, but I have decided (after much listening to grown-ups with experience) that boys often have gun fascination. I am trying not to comment at all on his gun-love...keeping it neutral and hoping it will fade away...eventually? At bedtime, Lucas went searching for his "gun" which he wanted to have by his bedside. He told me his gun's name was "Oldy." Apparently it was an old gun. He said that Oldy knew to only shoot bad people. "Good!" I piped up, seeing something positive to reinforce. "But sometimes he forgets," was my son's reply.
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Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
I found out that there might actually be people other than my father that care about what I write.
Despite the fact that these people are my sister and our long-standing family buddy, they still count. A blogger has to start somewhere. Kathy and Louis, this one's for you. (I intend to make a big announcement on my facebook page that I have posted again!!!!)
This is going to be a nice random expression, very unlike the five paragraph essays that are haunting me at night as I prepare to return to teaching after a two year hiatus. Expository writing, narrative writing, persuasive writing, response to literature.....
Lucas learned to ride a bike today. I think I can safely say I have never seen the child so thrilled. He was beaming. Thanks to Daddy for teaching both kids to bike. Lucas had demended his training wheels off a few months ago....Daddy had reported back that the boy was nowhere near ready and promptly put them back on. Well the begging had begun again..."Mommy, WHEN are you going to take my training wheels OFF?!!!!" Daddy tried again today and was amazed (I think Lucas was too) at how easy it was for him. Child development is so wacky. All of a sudden my little Mama's boy is so mature and ready for everything! He started soccer this past week and begins preschool this Thursday. Everyday he is saying that he starts school tomorrow......he knows it starts in three days but he is just really ready and wants it to start....I couldn't be more happy. (This is the child who has stated he wants to marry mommy and live with mommy forever. When he was two, I think it was, he used to hug me tight and say "I'm keeping you here F-EVER!" (Not sure I'm doing those phonetics right...someday I will learn how to put a little sound byte on here...)
Emilia has met her first grade teacher and sat in her first real desk. (She sat at a table last year, much to her disappointment.) I guess we all have reason to be thrilled about now!
I have spent the whole day going through all my old papers, lessons, assignments, ideas, from my seven years of teaching. That was kind of cool. So many ideas, so little time (and such little skill at managing it.....I WILL improve in this, however.)
Okay I am going to run. Dad, we have to get together and plan the next installment of Bongy and Trabby. Mom, are you there? Kathy and Louis, a new title for you! Did you look that book up, Louis?
:) Tracy
This is going to be a nice random expression, very unlike the five paragraph essays that are haunting me at night as I prepare to return to teaching after a two year hiatus. Expository writing, narrative writing, persuasive writing, response to literature.....
Lucas learned to ride a bike today. I think I can safely say I have never seen the child so thrilled. He was beaming. Thanks to Daddy for teaching both kids to bike. Lucas had demended his training wheels off a few months ago....Daddy had reported back that the boy was nowhere near ready and promptly put them back on. Well the begging had begun again..."Mommy, WHEN are you going to take my training wheels OFF?!!!!" Daddy tried again today and was amazed (I think Lucas was too) at how easy it was for him. Child development is so wacky. All of a sudden my little Mama's boy is so mature and ready for everything! He started soccer this past week and begins preschool this Thursday. Everyday he is saying that he starts school tomorrow......he knows it starts in three days but he is just really ready and wants it to start....I couldn't be more happy. (This is the child who has stated he wants to marry mommy and live with mommy forever. When he was two, I think it was, he used to hug me tight and say "I'm keeping you here F-EVER!" (Not sure I'm doing those phonetics right...someday I will learn how to put a little sound byte on here...)
Emilia has met her first grade teacher and sat in her first real desk. (She sat at a table last year, much to her disappointment.) I guess we all have reason to be thrilled about now!
I have spent the whole day going through all my old papers, lessons, assignments, ideas, from my seven years of teaching. That was kind of cool. So many ideas, so little time (and such little skill at managing it.....I WILL improve in this, however.)
Okay I am going to run. Dad, we have to get together and plan the next installment of Bongy and Trabby. Mom, are you there? Kathy and Louis, a new title for you! Did you look that book up, Louis?
:) Tracy
Monday, June 9, 2008
The other dude's name was Bongy-head.
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
:) Tracy
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
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