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Showing posts with label kids crack me up. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kids crack me up. Show all posts

2/2/11

Converstations in the Car

Darrin and I are sitting in the car after school. We are having our weekly alone time while Nicholas has his marimba lesson.

He is quiet for a while and then he asks, "Did the groundhog see his shadow?"

"Nope."

"So, what does that mean?"

"I think it means six more weeks until Spring."

Pause.

"What if he did see his shadow?"

"Then we'd have six more weeks of winter."

"Oh."

Long, thoughtful pause.

"Okay. What's the point? It's the same."

I had to laugh. Then have my own long thoughtful pause.

My ten-year-old analyzed something that took me until my mid-twenties to realize.



1/11/11

For the Love of Reading

Studies indicate that children raised in homes where the adults are readers have a better chance of becoming readers themselves.

Of course, it helps if the child has a desire to read. Some simply don't.

My daughter has read exactly two books in her seventeen years that was strickly for pleasure. Both of those were the year before last and part of the Twilight series. She is an Honors student in English (and math and science, too, but I am not going to brag about that.) but will tell me with no uncertain terms, books are boring and a waste of time.

If she didn't look exactly like me, I'd consider getting her DNA tested.

My youngest has always LOVED books. It would be hard to say how many words I have read to him. Now as he is older, I will occasionally read to him or even with him, but his own reading time comes in hits in misses. He still loves books, but he has a processing disorder, so reading for pleasure isn't quite the same for him. We're getting there!


My middle child has never really been a fan of books. As he got older, he would pick some books out at the library, both school and public, but not read them all the way if at all.

Then he discovered Star Wars books. He couldn't get enough, and I couldn't keep up with the demand.

While I was glad he was reading, after about a year or so, I started to get concerned he would not ever pick up another kind of book. And ultimately end up an adult with no social skills except with others at the Sci-Fi convention and living in our basement.

We don't have a basement. Or livable attic.


Then in fifth grade, a magical thing happened. It wasn't major change, but it helped. Through the power of peer- written book reports, he found a new world of books.

Now, he'll read an occasional Star Wars book, but he has added:
The 39 Clues (series)
Diary of a Whimpy Kid
Harry Potter
The My Name is America series
and other various children's fictional writings. Currently, he is reading Freak the Mighty-- suggested by me. He has already mentioned wanting to read the sequel, Max the Mighty.

We frequent three public libraries. When it is time to go, he usually has a book or two in mind that he would like to get (despite my best efforts to subtly recommend some classic or "boy" series), and then he always spends his most time in the non-fiction section.

His fiction may vary. Right now he is in a 39 Clues, Harry Potter, and graphic novel phase. (superheroes- Batman, Superman, Spiderman)

His non-fiction selections never fail to impress me. This past Sunday, I found him at the computer trying to find some books. I asked him what he was looking for. He said, "Knights. I want to read about knights."

We found the section and he picked out a few on knights and a couple that talked about the Renaissance.

Other non-fiction subjects over time have been the following:
Vietnam War
Army
Navy
Marines
World War I and II
Holocaust
Military Weaponry
Abraham Lincoln (his favorite President)
Revolutionary War
Civil War

Just last night he was flipping the channels on the TV and "American Experience" was just coming on PBS. He said, "Oh! The Ulysses S. Grant one. I was wanting to watch that."

And he did. The entire hour and a half.

I mentioned to my husband that it tickles me pink the choices he makes to read. Seriously, it cracks me up. But obviously other kids want to learn about those things, too, or the books wouldn't have been written geared toward them.


He's growing up fast, though. Before you know it, I'll be writing about straightening up in his room, picked up a book about some historical event, and a special magazine was hidden inside and fell out, opening to the centerfold.

Just as long as he still reads the articles, right?

9/8/10

Getting Tunafied at Miss Walker's

Day 30- One last moment

I guess it's time to wrap this challenge up. Although, I really don't wanna. Even though I have managed to spread it out over two months, I liked the comfort of knowing I "had something to talk about" on those days that all I may have done was make coffee.

Oh, I kid. I would never have the luxury of only making coffee. The dogs have to go outside. And someone has to change the channels on the TV.

At any rate, I have procrastinated on posting this simply because I didn't know what to write about.

And then it just happened.

Last night , Nicholas and I were talking about music. He has taken a sudden interest in my iPod. All he wants to do is listen to music.

::heart swells with pride::

He is talking about the songs he would want if he had his own music player because, "yours doesn't have anything good on it."

::pop::

Let the record show that I have about 497 songs LOADED on there. If one can't find something good to listen to on my iPod, there's nothing I can do.

He does like the song, "Roses" by OutKast. We are singing, and he says, "You need a golden calculator tunafied...."

After I stopped laughing about an hour later, I showed him the video and told him that the only thing one could do with a golden calculator was to divide.

Apparently, not really knowing the lyrics runs in the family....

For the last twenty plus years, I have been singing, "On a one-winged dove" instead of "a white-winged dove" to "Edge of Seventeen" by Stevie Nicks. (Hello. Still best song EVER.)

Even when I would be singing that song, quite loudly I am sure, I always wondered how it soared. What with its one wing and all.

But the award for alternate lyrics goes to Big Daddy.

We are looking up some songs by the group, "Kentucky Headhunters." They are playing at a festival he is going to be at next month and neither of us recognized the name.

I find an album and click on a song I thought sounded familiar, "Dumas Walker."

The sample starts to play, and we both say, "OOOH!" at the same time. However, our ohs had different meanings.

Mine was for recognition.

His was because of the lyrics. They sing, "Let's all go down to Dumas Walker's."

He thought they sang, "Let's all go down and do Miss Walker."

This was three days ago. As soon as I stop laughing, I need to ask him what he thought the next line was...

"We'll get a slawburger, fries, and a bottle of ski.."


So there you have it. One last moment, thankfully, full of laughs.

Here's to many, many more....

3/18/09

Mom according to the almost 16-year old daughter

The boys' answers to these cracked me up so much, I thought I'd go ahead and ask the teenager. Her answers surprised me. Also, there is a conflict with some of the narrative. I typed what she said; I thought it made it more 'real.'

Enjoy.

1. What is something your mom always says to you?

Me gusta (Spanish for, "I like" or " it is pleasing to me.)

2. What makes mom happy?
Skittles ( I see a pattern forming...)

3. What makes mom sad?
Being lonely or bad grades.

4. How does your mom make you laugh?
Says funny stuff, obviously. (She has inherited my wit, I do believe.)

5. What was your mom like as a child?
::whispers:: How am I supposed to know? Um, quiet.

6. How old is your mom?
34

7. How tall is your mom?
5'3"? 5'2"? I didn't measure, sorry. (Ok. She also inherited sarcasm. Must be on her dad's side.)

8. What is her favorite thing to do?
Read books. (She says with a hint of disdain.)

9. What does your mom do when you are not around?
Study.

10. If your mom becomes famous, what would it be for?
Writing.

11. What is your mom really good at?
Hmm...making spaghetti.

12. What is your mom not really good at?
Sports. (Word.)

13. What does your mom do for a job?
She goes college and she's a substitute teacher.

14. What is your mom's favorite food?
Skittles. (I just ate some. This may be the root of my dentistry problems.)

15. What makes you proud of your mom?
She is going to college. (::sniff::)

16. If your mom was a cartoon character, who would she be?
Spongebob (I knew she'd say that!!)

17. What do you and your mom do together?
Go to Sonic.

18. How are you and your mom the same?
We look alike.

19. How are you and your mom different?
Our hair color, NO, you like to read and I don't.

20. How do you know your mom loves you?
She just acts like it.

21. What does your mom like most about your dad?
That he has a sense of humor.

22. Where is mom's favorite place to go?
To the library. I am just kidding, the bookstore.

3/15/09

Mom according to the men- folk

I have seen this little survey at a couple of places...once on Facebook and on another blog. I wish I could give props, but I can't remember who did it. At any rate, I thought it was pretty cute. And a good way to continue procrastinating whilst watching the Jon and Kate marathon....

1. What is something your mom always says to you?
N: Bedtime! (Apparently I only talk once a day. Or he only listens once a day.)
D: I don't know. (It's an epidemic.)

2. What makes mom happy?
N: A clean house.
D: Jellybeans.

3. What makes mom sad?
N: Someone saying you're mean. ( I am unaware of anyone saying this.)
D: When someone dies.

4. How does your mom make you laugh?
N: Tickling me.
D: Tickles me.

5. What was your mom like as a child?
N: Good.
D: You liked playing softball. (I played exactly one season. And hated it.)

6. How old is your mom?
N: 34 (He had to think about it)
D: 32

7. How tall is your mom?
N: Five feet.
D: I don't know about that. How big is a foot?

8. What is her favorite thing to do?
N: Shop. (I feel like he doesn't know me at all.)
D: Read books.

9. What does your mom do when you are not around?
N: Homework.
D: Read books.

10. If your mom becomes famous, what would it be for?
N: Book writing. (Ok. He can pay attention)
D: On the computer. (Not sure what that means.)

11. What is your mom really good at?
N: Cleaning and shopping.
D: Typing on the computer.

12. What is your mom not really good at?
N: Camping. (OMG ROFL)
D: Singing. (They are cruel. And I sing ALL. THE. TIME.)

13. What does your mom do for a job?
N: Substitute and works on the phone. (I guess I don't tell them everything.)
D: Substitute.

14. What is your mom's favorite food?
N: Jellybeans! (Eating some right now)
D: Jellybeans.

15. What makes you proud of your mom?
N: When you let me play video games and play with Chris and Blake.
D: I don't know.

16. If your mom was a cartoon character, who would she be?
N: Timmy's mom (on Fairly Odd-Parents.)
D: I don't know.

17. What do you and your mom do together?
N: School projects and homework
D: Play board games.

18. How are you and your mom the same?
N: We like jellybeans and we clean.
D: We have the same hair.

19. How are you and your mom different?
N:I have blond hair and you have black hair. You are an adult and I am a child. I like camping.
D:You have a lot of freckles, and I have barely any.

20. How do you know your mom loves you?
N: You do stuff with me.
D: I make you happy. (Awww...)

21. What does your mom like most about your dad?
N: His funniness.
D: His fake singing.

22. Where is mom's favorite place to go?
N: Flip-flop section at the mall. (OH! Is there a place?!)
D: Target.

This was enlightening to say the least. Clearly, I eat too many jellybeans....

1/8/09

It's the unexpected that gets you through

Fiona, you are so going to love this....

Yesterday, I am doing a chapter review in Social Studies with the class. It was sort of in depth but it had been ions (or just before Thanksgiving) since they had seen the first three lessons in this chapter.

(Don't ask why they had stopped in the middle of the chapter. I am still boggled at that one.)

Each lesson in this particular chapter is devoted to the specific settlers, starting with the Spanish and working up towards the Puritans.

In the section about the French, I am asking various questions mostly to get them to skim the pages without them realizing they are actually reading. (Big game--the kids love it, Rachel!!)

I can't get them to see where they (French) had settled first--they want to say Louisiana for obvious reasons. So I say, "Where are the majority of the French?"
[historical sidenote-- but we hadn't got the part of Marquette and Joilet's expedition. We were still looking at the Canadian settlements.]

This quiet boy in the back that does everything in his power to avoid all manner of thinking or working shoots his hand up in the air; his face is lit up like the Christmas Tree in Rockefeller Center. I am proud of myself for getting through to him and as I call on him so I can pat myself on the back, he answers....




"In France."



I had to give him the point. He did, in fact, answer my question.


I only laughed for about five minutes.


My reign of terror ends tomorrow.

I am going to miss the little burgers on Monday when I am shuffled back to third grade.

1/6/09

Michigan: Sad they are a mitten, not a glove.

Day two of five in the classroom and things went as expected. The second day is always worse.

Tomorrow will be better than Monday. I am not sure why, but it always flows that way for me. After the Tuesday Crack Down, they finally get that I "get it."

Today one of the girls that lives around the corner from me was telling me all about her snakes and whatnot.

Notice I said, "lives around the corner....her snakes." Thankfully, they live up hill, across from what I think would be a lovely place for a snake to reside should he or she choose to live out-of-doors.

Anyway I have never really had a chance to talk to her, and when I have tried, she seemed like she didn't want to talk. Today she was especially chatty. I asked her why they moved here. I thought I was going to wet myself trying not to laugh.

"Well my Uncle M had moved here then my grandma and grandpa moved so my mom and dad thought they would want to live here too and they were spending a lot of money because Michigan is a crappy state...."

Now living in the area that I live in that is shall we say, heavy in the automotive industry, I have met lots of folks from Michigan. I am sure that it is a lovely state, but I can count on one hand the number of people I have actually liked. Generally speaking, they are a unique bunch.

Ironically, I have not had positive dealings with her parents. I tried the southern charm and hospitality and all that crap, but they were having none of that. Stuck their Yankee noses up in the air and trotted up the hill. Which, again generally speaking, is the attitude one may encounter.

Maybe it's just me.

Which if that is the case, I have spent the last 10 minutes writing a post that proves may make me out to be a stuck up Yankee.
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