Watching a movie this afternoon, Gaz starts burrowing behind the couch cushions.
Me: "What are you doing?"
LWG: "Are you trying to hide?"
Gaz: "Yeah, but it isn't easy!"
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Singing!
For a number of years, Gaz has made up songs when she feels the urge. Tonight, after a decently long day and a watching of this Barbie mermaid movie we have through Netflix, she's been singing in the bath. It's LWG's turn to give the bath, so I've only caught snippets over the past half-hour, but a few:
"...you'll try to win it for Malibu, you'll go crazy for Malibu..."
"...you'll surf for a million years..."
"...then you gotta curl, oh, yeah..."
Now she just needs to work on rhyme and meter, and she's got a career.
"...you'll try to win it for Malibu, you'll go crazy for Malibu..."
"...you'll surf for a million years..."
"...then you gotta curl, oh, yeah..."
Now she just needs to work on rhyme and meter, and she's got a career.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Gaz v. Science
Today at dinner, after I came up with residual static as the reason the very slick Old Maid cards were sticking together, Gaz proceeded to explain my explanation right back at me. Then she asked "Is that scientific?"
Why, yes, yes it is. Just like when you told Mom about how the sun isn't a planet, it's a star made up of gasses that melt together and create heat and light and energy. That is indeed scientific.
She said she's good at science, and we opined that she should see if her first science fair went well, whenever that happened. I proceeded to tell her we've got a number of friends who actually work in science, so if she ever needs project ideas, we have aunties we can go to. I was particularly thinking of Auntie Nikki, in part because she was recently at a science fair, and she loves science! (and reads this blog), but we would take ideas from anyone!
Anyway. Science is good!
Why, yes, yes it is. Just like when you told Mom about how the sun isn't a planet, it's a star made up of gasses that melt together and create heat and light and energy. That is indeed scientific.
She said she's good at science, and we opined that she should see if her first science fair went well, whenever that happened. I proceeded to tell her we've got a number of friends who actually work in science, so if she ever needs project ideas, we have aunties we can go to. I was particularly thinking of Auntie Nikki, in part because she was recently at a science fair, and she loves science! (and reads this blog), but we would take ideas from anyone!
Anyway. Science is good!
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Addendum
Incidentally, happy Cinco de Pie-o!
We had pumpkin and strawberry cream (which, the filling was actually banana).
Hope everyone's Cinco was excellent!
We had pumpkin and strawberry cream (which, the filling was actually banana).
Hope everyone's Cinco was excellent!
Vocab!
So, the other night, we're doing the cool-down in the bed, waiting for Mom, and we're goofing off and she laughs, and then tells me very seriously (albeit smiling-ly) "I screamed with laughter!"
"People also say 'shrieked.' 'I shrieked with laughter.'"
"Shrieked!"
It's much better when she learns words as opposed to what she's learning on the playground. No, not sex and drugs ... poop jokes!
We've got a playground friend who is friendly and enthusiastic and a fair bit bossy; it's only just recently that Gaz is beginning to stand her ground. But anyway, once they were on the tire swing, and I was pushing them around, as one does on the tire swing, and friend starts telling a joke. And it's always something like this:
"I've got a joke!"
"If it's anything like your others, I don't think that..."
"Who put the poop in the toaster and put the toaster in the potty?"
"That's actually pretty disgusting..."
"YOU DID!" (pointing at me and shrieking with laughter)
And it goes on like that. It's not even jokes, just an excuse to talk about disgusting things and make fun of Dad, basically. Which I'm up for, that's fine. But somebody's got to play the straight man, I suppose, and I'd really rather have, like, an actual punchline. Heck, even a banal, Carrot-Top-like observation would be fine. But maybe I'm spending too much time sabotaging our small appliances in disgusting ways. If you ask Gaz on the playground, that's all I seem to do.
"People also say 'shrieked.' 'I shrieked with laughter.'"
"Shrieked!"
It's much better when she learns words as opposed to what she's learning on the playground. No, not sex and drugs ... poop jokes!
We've got a playground friend who is friendly and enthusiastic and a fair bit bossy; it's only just recently that Gaz is beginning to stand her ground. But anyway, once they were on the tire swing, and I was pushing them around, as one does on the tire swing, and friend starts telling a joke. And it's always something like this:
"I've got a joke!"
"If it's anything like your others, I don't think that..."
"Who put the poop in the toaster and put the toaster in the potty?"
"That's actually pretty disgusting..."
"YOU DID!" (pointing at me and shrieking with laughter)
And it goes on like that. It's not even jokes, just an excuse to talk about disgusting things and make fun of Dad, basically. Which I'm up for, that's fine. But somebody's got to play the straight man, I suppose, and I'd really rather have, like, an actual punchline. Heck, even a banal, Carrot-Top-like observation would be fine. But maybe I'm spending too much time sabotaging our small appliances in disgusting ways. If you ask Gaz on the playground, that's all I seem to do.
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