Thursday, February 10, 2011

Freedom on Hold

HELL NO, HE WON'T GO: The big news of the day was definitely the events in Egypt. I don't normally have the TV on between 9 a.m. and 5 p.m. (or later), but around midday I saw reports online that Egyptian president Hosni Mubarak was about to give a speech in which he was resigning.

I turned on the TV so we could witness history being made. While the world waited for Mubarak's message, there was live footage from Tahrir "Liberty" Square where hundreds of thousands of Egyptians are staging a peaceful protest against Mubarak's regime. I told the kids that they might be watching the birth of a democracy. ...
We also got out a globe and I had the kids locate Egypt on it.

Eventually, Mubarak appeared. His speech ranged from paternal and patronizing to defiant. He clearly doesn't "get it." He was quick to blame powers outside of Egypt for the country's current woes, which is ridiculous given the clearly home grown, massive demonstrations by Egyptians. Though he's supposedly turning over some powers to his V.P., Mubarak reminded everyone he is a war hero, and made it clear he wasn't going anywhere until elections in September.

I'm no Middle East expert or Egyptologist, but part of me thinks Mubarak is banking on peaceful protesters getting super frustrated and turning violent. Then the army has an excuse to crack down, then Mubarak, as commander in chief, has his shot at saying he has to stay in power for the safety of the people. I surely hope that doesn't happen. The world can only watch and wait.

After Mubarak's speech, the kids and I talked about what a democracy is. They both mentioned being able to vote. I told them that is part of it, but certainly there's more. For instance, I told them, some countries hold elections - but only one choice is on the ballot. Doesn't exactly ring "freedom," does it?

We watched a BrainPop video about democracy. It started with ancient Greece and worked its way to current times. We also talked about the differences between a direct democracy (everyone voting on every little thing) and a representative one (where we vote for people to represent us, and they vote on every little thing), and when those two modes make most sense. (For instance, a direct democracy works best in a small group, like a family or a neighborhood, while a representative one is better for big groups, like a city, state or nation.)
UPDATE: Right after breakfast this (2/11/2011) morning, I flipped from SpongeBob to MSNBC. Good timing - at that very moment, the Egyptian VP came on with a 20 second announcement that Mubarak has left Cairo and has stepped aside. With happy hearts, we watched the people in Egypt celebrate what we can only hope is the beginning of a long, prosperous democracy.
CREATURE FEATURE: My obsession with the Triops continues. It was CJ's turn to feed it today. He waited until the creature was very near the top of the water and then dropped a pellet right by its belly. The thing sucked it up in no time.
WHERE'S THE BEEF? Though it was unplanned, life circumstances resulted in cuts of beef becoming a part of today's curriculum.

I needed some meat to make a bunch of scrumptious Bloody Mary steak bites for a party we're attending this weekend. My goal was to get four decent sized packages of beef. Ideally it would have been flank steak, but apparently that's been outlawed, as I found not a single package at any of the FIVE stores we checked. London Broil was my second choice. I managed to find and buy a couple at one store, but that's it. By then, I was then ready to settle for my third choice, a round roast. Found ONE at store four, and the fifth at store five.

The kids were being very good sports about it all, but I can report that as we walked into the fourth store, Annabelle muttered, "OK, so where's the frickin' meat?" :0

I am mystified at the shortage of beef options. Has this city really gone that hardcore vegan or is there some cow shortage I don't know about?

LISTEN UP: With yesterday's shenanigans on the kids' parts still fresh in my mind, I wanted to follow up today with talking about the characteristics of a good listener. First, I asked the kids to explain to me what makes a good listener. They each offered up a couple of ideas and I tossed a few others in the mix. Then I asked them to write about it.

Annabelle wrote, "If I knew someone was listining to me they would stop what th'ere doing, look at me, and listen to me. But they might pretend to listen so (although you can't quite hear it) snap my fingers."

Interesting.

CJ's take: "If they are looking at and lisining to you then they are not putting they're head on the table. They would stop what their doing."

A good start. And, as you might imagine, we then spent a few minutes talking about the differences between there, their and they're. Oh, English, you silly, silly language.

STORYTELLERS: While searching through dozens of cookie cutters, looking for my heart shaped one, it occurred to me that the cutters might make a great vehicle for some storytelling.

I spread out all of them on the island and asked the kids to select a few to use in their story. I said their story could be about anything, but there were two stipulations: It had to start with "Once upon a time" and it had to end with "And they lived happily ever after."
CJ chose a couple of Day of the Dead skull cookie cutters and a Santa Claus. Paraphrased and condensed, his story was that once upon a time there was a character named Face, and even though he was a he and he didn't have a wife, Face had a baby. He went to the hospital and the doctors helped him give birth safely. Out came the baby, Face Jr. The faces went home and Face Jr. already knew all his ABCs and how to read. And when Christmas time came, Face Jr. wished for a Nintendo Wii. Enter Santa, who brought one to the sleeping Face Jr. and left it in his hands. "That meant Face Jr. was a good boy," CJ explained. "And they lived happily ever after."
Annabelle chose a couple of gingerbread characters (representing humans), two space ships, a planet (inhabited by alien bunnies) and a strawberry. Paraphrasing, once upon a time, alien bunnies came to Earth in a spaceship. There, they discovered strawberries and decided to take them all back to their planet. Naturally, the Earthlings weren't too thrilled about that development, so they got in a rocket and flew to the Bunnies' planet and asked for their strawberries back. In the end, the gingerbread humans and the alien bunnies ended up sharing the strawberries. And they lived happily ever after. :)

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Craptacular

CARE AND FEEDING: Annabelle and the Triops enjoyed a sunny breakfast at the kitchen island this morning. The Triops seems to be continuing to grow. This morning CJ was quite amused when I spoke of it perhaps tunneling its way out of our house, working its way through the sewer system to Elliott Bay on its way to Puget Sound and eventually dominion over the Pacific Ocean.
STOP, DOG. STOP!: This morning we deviated from our regularly scheduled programming. I told the kids we had tickets to the 12:30 Seattle Children's Theater's production of "Go, Dog. Go!" based on the book by P.D. Eastman.

I can't recall ever having read that book to the kids, so I hoped we could find it on YouTube. Sure 'nough, there was a nice video someone had produced that was faithful to the (very simple) text.

"Is this by Dr. Seuss?" CJ asked almost immediately. I could certainly see why - the artwork and even the clip of the text was very Seussian. The book is short on words, so the kids and I were curious about how it would be adapted to a play.

We also spent some time talking about one of the running gags in the book. Every so often a female dog would wander in and ask, "Do you like my hat?" and a male dog would tell her, "No!"
I asked the kids if they thought there was a graceful way to answer a question like that without hurting someone's feelings but also without lying.

"That's impossible!" CJ immediately replied.

I suggested they might point out one thing they liked about the hat, like its color. Or, they might answer the question with a question, like, "Oh, is it new?" and hope that would suffice.

It was a beautiful, sunny morning. I parked several blocks away from the theater and we enjoyed a nice walk over. We arrived to find locked doors. Hmm. I thought to check our tickets and lo and behold, they said 3/9 NOT 2/9. We were a month early (which, I suppose, is better than being a month late). I'd entered the date wrong in my Yahoo! calendar.

Choosing to make lemonade out of lemons, the kids each got a bite of lunch from the food court and we walked the grounds while they ate.
PRIVATE CONVERSATION: Recently, it occurred to me that I haven't had a Stranger Danger, Personal Space type conversation with the kids in awhile. I looked for some online resources, and found one that would work for today - Dr. P. Body. The Web site looks dated, but the good Dr. says he "and his friends will help you find out all kinds of interesting things about health and safety." I found a PDF on there of a couple of kids in bathing suits. It was a good springboard for discussion.

The print out, in part, pointed out that "Bathing suits cover the parts of your body that are private." But rather than just go with things presented as is, I pointed out to the kids that "normal" isn't the same everywhere. For instance, in Europe, the boy or a man might be wearing a bathing suit that looks like briefs/underwear - and the woman might not have a top on. And in some places in the Middle East, the woman would be compelled to be covered head to toes in yards of flowing fabric.

I asked the kids to color suits that looked like theirs. Annabelle produced a dead ringer. CJ, well, notsomuch ...
In his first go round, he had some story about some crazy suit swallowing people up. Clearly, he missed the point entirely. We had a Talk and I made him do it over.

MELTDOWN: We made the drive out to Shoreline for science class, and that's when the day went to hell in a BIG way. For, you see, apparently somewhere along the way, my sweet, obedient children were replaced with mannerless Pod People.

But how 'bout we let them tell how it went down in their own words. Here are the letters of explanation they wrote (verbatim) when we got home.

By: Annabelle Kisky
I shoved my stuff off the table (including my pencil). Next time I will just put my stuff down. And I also did not sit-up right. And I also was talking alot. And when I shoved my stuff off the table I shoved it (toward) the teacher.

And, from the desk of CJ
I was playing with my pencl (and a cup)
I was putting my hed on the table
I was ignoreing the techer."

Suffice it to say, sitting in the back of the room watching this go down, I was MORTIFIED. And I even did some mid-class corrections for each of them, but honestly, it didn't seem to register. They were just bad, Bad, BAD.

Naturally, I asked them to each write a course of corrective action, as well.

Annabelle wrote
Next time I will just set my stuff down and sit up right, and not talk so much because I always talk alot and I will even stop talking when (the teacher) uses her big teacher voice. Because when she does she wants us frozen.

CJ wrote
I will not play with things that I shod work with. I will not put my head on the table. I will lisin to the techer. I will look and lisin!

They both spent a quiet, contemplative night with no computer and no video games.
DISNEY STYLE: This afternoon we returned a few books to the Magnolia branch of the library, and checked out more, of course. We got a couple of cartooning books featuring familiar Disney characters. Bee tried her hand at Minnie Mouse tonight.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Buggin' Out

HEARTS AND CRAFTS: For whatever reason, upon upping this morning, I decided we'd be making some love bugs today.

Imagine my surprise when, about 20 minutes later, Annabelle announced she wanted to make a love bug! I told her that's exactly what we were going to do today, and then I looked up from my computer to see an ad for Build A Bear Workshop on TV. The store is currently having a Love Bug (and Love Bear) promotion. Uh oh.
"Um, well, we're not doing THAT type of Love Bug," I clarified, glancing over at the egg carton and poster paint awaiting her on the counter. "We're making our own Love Bugs. Cheap ones. From scratch. How many sections do you want on your bug?" ...
Bee requested three eggs' worth; CJ decided he'd have a 5-segment bug. I lined up red, white and pink paint. Annabelle availed herself to all of them. CJ decided to go monochromatic - all red."I try to put a lot of work into my art," CJ said while painting carefully. While they worked, I cued up YouTube for some inspiring music. We found a song called "Love Bug" by the Jonas Brothers. After that I played the B-52s' "Love Shack," which turned into a dance party of course.They took lots of latitude with their bugs when it came to the number of eyes, legs and antennae. CJ wanted a laterally long and long legged bug, which is what he built, and Annabelle wanted hers upright. Her first design was too wobbly - it just wouldn't stay up on two hind legs. That gave us an opportunity to discuss the tripod and how having three points of contact with the ground can make something so much more stable. So, she added a tail with a jingle ball on its end. "It's to scare off predators," she said of the bell. Bee also opted to add some red feathers, though they weren't her first choice.

"We don't have pink, so I'll use the closest relative - red," she said.

The kids were both really happy with their bugs when they were done. "You said they're cheap," noted Annabelle. "I don't know what you mean. They look good."

I explained that sometimes cheap means inexpensive. And sometimes cheap means crappy.
"It's NOT crappy, she said with a smile." And she was right. :)

The bugs inspired some poetry. I asked the kids to write them using an AA, BB rhyming pattern, and starting each line with "Love Bug, Love Bug," repeated.
Bee wrote:
Love Bug, Love Bug is so short
Love Bug, Love Bug likes to go to the airport
Love Bug, Love Bug likes to rhyme
Love Bug, Love Bug likes shiny dimes

CJ wrote:
Love Bug, Love Bug he loves you
Love Bug, Love Bug, he'll take you to the zoo
Love Bug, Love Bug feels proud
Love Bug, Love Bug, sometimes loud

MASTER MAESTRO: Today marked the 79th birthday of American composer extraordinaire John Williams. We played his compositions for a couple of hours today and enjoyed every minute of it.

Until today, the kids had never heard his name before, but they were certainly aware of his music. I started with the first Star Wars movie and we worked our way through all those various themes (Annabelle kept requesting the "Imperial March" - better known as Darth Vader's theme - over and over). From there it was on to music for the "Indiana Jones" movies, then we listened to the very familiar "Home Alone" and "E.T." Themes. We listened to "Close Encounters of the Third Kind," which was new to their ears, as were fanfares Williams has composed for recent Olympic Games on American soil and music from "Jurassic Park."


When I played the "Superman" theme, I pointed out to Annabelle that that's the song she hears first thing most mornings. I sing it to her as I carry her (in a Superman flying position) to the couch.

CJ's favorite was, by far, the theme from Jaws. He got SO excited just listening to it. In fact, he insisted I replay it twice, so he could jump on his trampoline to it.

STRIKE OUT: We finally got around to reading a book I bought at Value Village a couple of months ago: "The Babe Ruth Ballet School." That's 15 minutes of our life we'll never get back.

I picked the book because I thought, "Oh fun - baseball and ballet - what's not to like?" Well, LOTS as it turns out. The storyline was muddled, unengaging and unnecessarily wordywordywordy. It was the (fictional) tale of Babe Ruth's friendship with a 9 year old girl who supposedly an ace pitcher for the Yankees as well as a ballet lover. She and Babe palled around NYC until her love of ballet got in the way - or wait, it didn't because he started dancing - but it was still trouble - but it wasn't ... honestly, it just didn't make sense and the illustrations were well, creepy. The people looked like they're been through a malfunctioning Star Trek transporter. Not good.

The whole time I was reading it, all I could wonder was, "How did this get published?"

Curious, afterward I hopped on line and found we weren't the only ones to pan the book. Publisher's Weekly called it "a flatfooted fantasy," while School Library Journal called it a "peculiar book." I think they were being kind.

I honestly feel bad taking this back to Value Village for re-selling, as I would be subjecting someone else to it.

THE USUAL AND THE UNUSUAL: This afternoon, the kids went to Musikgarten and yoga, per standard. Afterward, CJ came home and about 15 minutes later emerged from his bedroom excitedly declaring that he'd beaten some game called Dad n Me on the Newgrounds.com Web site. He asked that I post the news to the blog, and so I am. :)

Monday, February 7, 2011

Feeling Sporty

TENNIS, ANYONE? Between episodes of morning mist, we hit the tennis court at Discovery Park. There, we spent at least a half hour giving the kids a chance to work on their tennis stroke. This was only the second time we've played tennis, and they were MUCH improved over the first outing - especially CJ who hit it back over the net about half the time.


Annabelle had a bit more trouble, but she tried hard. After tennis, we broke out the soccer ball and used the south end of the two courts as our soccer "field." Today it was boys v. girls, and we battled to a 3-3 tie.


From there, we headed over to the park's playground, where the kids had the zipline and the tire swing to themselves. Back at home, we hit the math books and did some multiplication.

YOU'VE GOT MAIL: This afternoon I asked CJ if he's ever checked his email since establishing an account darn near a month ago. The answer was 'no.' He's really only been using his email address so that he has something to enter on game sites where they require you to enter an address.

And so, I walked him through the process of signing into his email account, opening his inbox and checking his messages. Lo and behold, amidst a fair amount of spam, he had two bona fide emails from Nonnie! From weeks ago. :0

So CJ set about answering them. ...Apparently answering email is hard work. ;)
But he managed to type a couple of sentences without too much trouble.
CAR TROUBLE, OH YEAH: This afternoon Christian replaced my squealing/screaming back brake shoes. When Christian got the tire off and had the brakes disassembled, I went in the house to get the kids. I wanted them to see what the brakes looked like and learn a bit about how they worked.

Christian explained the mechanism to them, and we talked about friction. After he got the new brakes on, Christian took, the Honda on a test drive - to the community center to pick Bee up from ballet. Turns out the brakes were the least of our troubles, for you see, when they got in the car to come home, no dice. It wouldn't start. Just like it wouldn't start for me on a pre-Super Bowl run to the store yesterday.

We suspect it's the starter and have a replacement on order. Hopefully that will be an easy repair. I can't be too mad at the Honda, since "she" is sportin' over 222,000 miles on her odometer.

The upside of the auto drama is I spent the evening singing a favorite song from the '80s.