Gaz has been telling me about her imaginary sisters, all of whom tend to copy her. They all have powers, from tales and legends, and can transform into other creatures to be adaptable (anything from carnivores to dung beetles, apparently), and they are trained in karate. In fact, they helped train Samurai Jack.
Their names are Anna, David, Book, Computer, Electronics, Weather, and several others where it became apparent she was just naming her sisters after things in her field of vision.
I'm not sure exactly what their purpose is (other than surviving and training superheroes), but I'm sure I will be told shortly.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
You'll Never Guess
Every so often, Gaz will stop and kind of knock the side of her head.
I used to ask what she was doing. I don't anymore, because the answer was always the same.
"Thinkin' 'bout Gelflings," she would say, in a weary and resigned voice.
Well, all right, then.
I used to ask what she was doing. I don't anymore, because the answer was always the same.
"Thinkin' 'bout Gelflings," she would say, in a weary and resigned voice.
Well, all right, then.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Additional Stories
I have been informed that I must blog a bit more about our further adventures of the day at the Peggy Notebaert Nature Museum.
I took the day off so that I could burn some vacation time to get below the five-day limit for carrying over. One of the things we decided to do was to get some passes from the library, and one of them that Gaz most wanted to go to was the Nature Museum. So I checked that one out, and we went today.
A good time was had, but not always as the people intended. The museum is good stuff, particularly notable for its butterfly sanctuary, a big room with hundreds of butterflies. We were just looking at the first few exhibits on rivers when someone announced that they had a snake available to be touched in the other room, and we went to see. Gaz sat down with the rest of the kids, and listened to them talk about the corn snake (named Pumpkin for its pale orangey color, like pumpkin pie filling) (which led Gaz to comment that nobody would like snake pie) (except maybe a coyote or another snake predator), and she answered many of the questions the presenters asked. When one of the boys described a snakes movement as wiggling back and forth, she volunteered "I believe they call it 'slithering'," even. And she was first in line to touch the snake, and she petted it very politely and without the least bit of fear.
Of course, much of our time was spent in the Learning About Trees room, where the kids almost uniformly try to nest and care for these giant robin eggs (and steal them from each other, and house them in places other than the giant model "nest" and so forth). And Gaz, of course, got into the whole game. At one point, she and this other little girl were caring for the eggs, and they started talking about how they were dinosaur eggs. And then Gaz put her ear to one and said "Listen, you can hear them fighting!" The girl's mother asked who was fighting, and Gaz replied "Godzilla and Mothra!" The connection being Mothra and her eggs, of course.
Well, the mother didn't know who Mothra was, which kind of speaks more to our own disconnect, because I didn't realize there were still people out there who didn't know who Mothra was. Well, I had to step in and straighten the whole thing out, by admitting to her parents' geek cred. I have no idea what the mother thought at all that.
Those were the two that stand out in my head. There's possibly more, as she's always coming out with little sayings and phrases and observations, but at the moment, that's all I can summon up.
I took the day off so that I could burn some vacation time to get below the five-day limit for carrying over. One of the things we decided to do was to get some passes from the library, and one of them that Gaz most wanted to go to was the Nature Museum. So I checked that one out, and we went today.
A good time was had, but not always as the people intended. The museum is good stuff, particularly notable for its butterfly sanctuary, a big room with hundreds of butterflies. We were just looking at the first few exhibits on rivers when someone announced that they had a snake available to be touched in the other room, and we went to see. Gaz sat down with the rest of the kids, and listened to them talk about the corn snake (named Pumpkin for its pale orangey color, like pumpkin pie filling) (which led Gaz to comment that nobody would like snake pie) (except maybe a coyote or another snake predator), and she answered many of the questions the presenters asked. When one of the boys described a snakes movement as wiggling back and forth, she volunteered "I believe they call it 'slithering'," even. And she was first in line to touch the snake, and she petted it very politely and without the least bit of fear.
Of course, much of our time was spent in the Learning About Trees room, where the kids almost uniformly try to nest and care for these giant robin eggs (and steal them from each other, and house them in places other than the giant model "nest" and so forth). And Gaz, of course, got into the whole game. At one point, she and this other little girl were caring for the eggs, and they started talking about how they were dinosaur eggs. And then Gaz put her ear to one and said "Listen, you can hear them fighting!" The girl's mother asked who was fighting, and Gaz replied "Godzilla and Mothra!" The connection being Mothra and her eggs, of course.
Well, the mother didn't know who Mothra was, which kind of speaks more to our own disconnect, because I didn't realize there were still people out there who didn't know who Mothra was. Well, I had to step in and straighten the whole thing out, by admitting to her parents' geek cred. I have no idea what the mother thought at all that.
Those were the two that stand out in my head. There's possibly more, as she's always coming out with little sayings and phrases and observations, but at the moment, that's all I can summon up.
And She Hasn't Even Seen Sprockets
So, we're watching a little TV before bed, after a long day at the nature museum, Gaz holds up the cute pink monkey stuffed animal we got her and said "Does anybody want to touch my monkey?"
George had, of course, just taken a drink, so she had the most studied, suppressed smile on her face as she tried to keep from laughing or spitting liquid up her nose or something undignified like that.
Me, I just touched the monkey.
George had, of course, just taken a drink, so she had the most studied, suppressed smile on her face as she tried to keep from laughing or spitting liquid up her nose or something undignified like that.
Me, I just touched the monkey.
Friday, December 24, 2010
Happy Holidays!
Sending our love to all our family and friends, in all the various places you wonderful people are!
Here's a picture of Gaz showing off our new tree--totally homemade and awesome. I think we're going to do this every year.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Letters and St. Nick
Can you tell I've got a bit of time off work?
In last week's homework (for which she must practice writing a letter--upper & lower case--and then draw a picture of a thing that begins with that letter), E was for Earth. It was originally "Evil," but there was editorial disagreement over how one would draw it. I suggest a mean face, but Gaz insisted that would be too easily confused with "angry." Earth is much easier to draw.
Today, F is for Ferris-Whee-at-Navy-Pier. I've been trying to talk her into at least writing out "ferris wheel," but it seems that if she can't write out the whole thing, she won't write down any of it. Since she drew in a huge crowd all around the ferris wheel and popcorn stand, I'm guessing it will just have to stay untitled. We had nary an argument about getting the homework done, or sitting down to the homework, or anything at all homework related, and for this I am infinitely grateful.
I hope you all have had a happy St. Nicholas Day! Gaz got a chocolate snowman from the German market, new paints, a bracelet, and many stickers, some of which she took to school to share with her class. Mrs. K. was so excited that Gaz wanted to share her shoe loot, because she celebrates the day in an appropriately German fashion at her house too.
In last week's homework (for which she must practice writing a letter--upper & lower case--and then draw a picture of a thing that begins with that letter), E was for Earth. It was originally "Evil," but there was editorial disagreement over how one would draw it. I suggest a mean face, but Gaz insisted that would be too easily confused with "angry." Earth is much easier to draw.
Today, F is for Ferris-Whee-at-Navy-Pier. I've been trying to talk her into at least writing out "ferris wheel," but it seems that if she can't write out the whole thing, she won't write down any of it. Since she drew in a huge crowd all around the ferris wheel and popcorn stand, I'm guessing it will just have to stay untitled. We had nary an argument about getting the homework done, or sitting down to the homework, or anything at all homework related, and for this I am infinitely grateful.
I hope you all have had a happy St. Nicholas Day! Gaz got a chocolate snowman from the German market, new paints, a bracelet, and many stickers, some of which she took to school to share with her class. Mrs. K. was so excited that Gaz wanted to share her shoe loot, because she celebrates the day in an appropriately German fashion at her house too.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Reteething
Gaz has six (SIX!) teeth coming in right now. All four six-year molars and the two lower incisors. I have tried to explain to the molars that, really, they can wait a bit, but it hasn't worked. The two on her left side are almost totally out. The others are lagging a bit (the top more than the bottom), but I suspect this has something to do with her chewing more on the left side than the right.
Her irritating habit of wanting to bite my fingers suddenly makes sense. Again.
You would think that since she's infinitely more verbal than she was last time we went through this that she would let us know early and often when her mouth is paining her, but just like in the good old days, crankiness is the first and most reliable sign of mouth discomfort. Now that we have chewable pain reliever stuff at least she doesn't fight us on that. She doesn't trust any medicinal liquid, and I don't blame her. Most of them are nasty.
As noted in my earlier post, pictures are indeed uploaded. And now that I have adjusted the link to point to the latest set, you can even find them.
In other news, Mark has introduced Gaz to Ultraman. Her geek/nerd culture education continues apace.
In other, other news, I just heard Gaz announce to Mark that "Now I'm going to label you!" Whatever this means, I should probably supervise.
ETA: "Mommy, I just labeled Daddy and he's worth two nickles. We can buy him with just one dime!"
Her irritating habit of wanting to bite my fingers suddenly makes sense. Again.
You would think that since she's infinitely more verbal than she was last time we went through this that she would let us know early and often when her mouth is paining her, but just like in the good old days, crankiness is the first and most reliable sign of mouth discomfort. Now that we have chewable pain reliever stuff at least she doesn't fight us on that. She doesn't trust any medicinal liquid, and I don't blame her. Most of them are nasty.
As noted in my earlier post, pictures are indeed uploaded. And now that I have adjusted the link to point to the latest set, you can even find them.
In other news, Mark has introduced Gaz to Ultraman. Her geek/nerd culture education continues apace.
In other, other news, I just heard Gaz announce to Mark that "Now I'm going to label you!" Whatever this means, I should probably supervise.
ETA: "Mommy, I just labeled Daddy and he's worth two nickles. We can buy him with just one dime!"
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