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We’re All About the Eggs. And … Um … Stuff.

March 23rd, 2010

The T-Bot started public school again yesterday. I planned to take a lovely photo of him with his backpack, on his way joyously out the door, but by the time we left for school I had been lying awake for 4 hours and was in no state to remember the formalities. As it happens, he appears to have had an acceptable day, and the whole experience has rendered him…well… animated. Which was the desired result, so let’s cross fingers and see what tomorrow brings.

We spent Sunday in a whirlwind of artsy! and craftsy! activities designed to take my mind off the fact that I found myself unable to eat. A thing. Although I was downing large quantities of coffee which probably didn’t help the situation much. Deep breaths. Count to three.

When I was little we used to blow eggs before decorating them. I have revived this custom with my own family. Except for Baby Sister, who declared the process “Yucky” and”Urgghh” and promptly vanished. And The Daddy, who asked anxiously about the insides of the eggs. Whether it wouldn’t be a good idea to save them (after we have spat in them? Noooooo). “Look!” I declared, “cheap eggs! $1.59!” He still didn’t look impressed but then he disappeared too. So we carried on.

For those unfamiliar with egg blowing, you make a pinprick hole in the top…

Eggs!

A larger hole in the bottom…

Eggs!

Then blow.The result - empty egg shells which you can then decorate and leave out of the fridge. You know, like actually on display. You don’t have to eat them! You don’t have to scour every market in the vicinity for white organic eggs in large expensive quantities, in order to avoid the derision of friends and neighbors (oh did I learn my lesson last year when I turned up to a communal egg-decorating fest with 24 of Wal-mart’s cheapest).

Eggs!

The T-Bot loved! loved! blowing eggs.Because “it’s just like vomit!”. Nice.

And then the children dyed them different colors.

Here is the Wictor posing with the eggs we dyed - or as he prefers to call them, the “dead eggs”.

Colored Eggs!

As we were dipping the eggs in the colors I asked the kids what they knew about Easter. Because Baby Sister’s best friend’s Mom gave me a lecture a short while back, after Baby Sister dared to tell her that Christmas was about Santa Claus and presents, I thought Baby Sister at least should be prepared for when Easter comes around. Sure enough, she loudly proclaimed her joy at the Easter Bunny! Eggs! and Candy!

So. Um. Where to start?

“Kids, do you  know who Jesus was?”

“No”.

“Well, Baby Sister, did you see that painting at [best friends] place of a man with a beard?

At this point the T-Bot chips in.  “You mean Charles Darwin?”



Door Knob Covers are a Good Investment - And Make Great Gifts!

January 26th, 2010
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Seven years on, this $3.99 investment has really paid off.

Safety First - Door Knob Cover

Seen here on the inside of a closet door.

So that the monsters can’t escape into the bedroom at night.



The One Where They Grow Up Fast

July 5th, 2009

Times like this I can see them at sixteen

As my children grow up I am finding myself having to deal with some tough situations. Do children grow old before their time these days? When I was 10 years old my mother was still dressing me in frilly dresses and wouldn’t let me chew bubble gum. Last summer we were at the pool and there was a baby in the pool, chewing gum. A baby, too young to walk! I am not making this up.

So, we were driving along the other week when suddenly Baby Sister announced that I was going to be a grandmother. Luckily I had eaten that morning and had my wits about me so it did not take me long to remember that she is 5. Turned out she was talking about the future, when I am really old (because I am already old), and she will be living in San Francisco, but she will still love me and will send me postcards. And she will have a baby girl.

Phew. That’s OK then.

But the next thing out of her mouth? She wanted to be go to cheer camp and learn to be a cheerleader.

No harm in that, surely? I can indulge my little angel and sign her up for cheer camp right now! But … it’s just … I didn’t grow up with cheerleaders except as the ditzy sidekicks on American sitcoms, and in my mind cheerleading is on somewhere on a par with pageants. Harmless, but … OMG will they make her wear pancake makeup?

Then we were at the park and mysteriously all my friends had to leave for one fancy engagement or another (or because their toddlers had pooped their pants). And that’s when it all kicked off. First Baby Sister came running up to me, all breathless, to tell me she had a boyfriend, although she didn’t know his name because she couldn’t understand when he said it, she thought it was a funny name! I asked him and his name was Billy. So off she went to play on the big tire with Billy, and Billy’s Mom, complicit in the whole thing, pushing them while they twirled and laughed.

Next the T-Bot came running up chased by two girls who he insisted were called Annie and Oakley and I thought how sophisticated for 7 year olds to give false names. Except that later, as we were leaving, one of them came running up to us and thrust a piece of paper into his hand with her name and phone number and it did indeed say Oakley. Although come to think of it, it may also have been a false number. Sigh. Girls are so worldly wise these days.

So the next morning the T-Bot came to me with his little scrap of paper and asked to put it on the fridge for safe keeping. With an extra strong magnet. I obliged, probing casually, “do you think you might call her?”.

(Not wanting to be an interfering parent here but is seven too young to date?)

Well, Mommy” he said ” It’s just in case I do need to talk to her”. He thought a little more. “Maybe I could call her another day”.

“Yeah T-Bot” piped up Baby Sister “When you get a cellphone!”

The Future. Maybe more than I can handle.



And That’s Not Real Money That Pays For Your Not Real Room and Board

January 14th, 2009

(Scene: In the car coming back from somewhere …)


Baby Sister: Mommy, when I grow up I am going to be a superstar!

T-Bot: Hmmm….. Daddy, what’s your job?

The Daddy: I’m a software engineer.

T-Bot: And Mommy, do you have a job? What’s your job?

The Mommy: You know I have a store. And I look after you people. I have lots of jobs.

T-Bot: Oh… You know, if you don’t like your job you could become a policewoman. Or a pizza seller. Those are natural jobs. Your job is not a real job and neither is Daddy’s.

The Wictor: And the mail carrier!

The Mommy: Why isn’t a store owner real? Does everybody have to be a policewoman or a pizza seller?

Baby Sister: How about being a superstar? T-Bot, superstars sing in rock bands! How about that?

T-Bot: How about a bus driver?

The Mommy: Aren’t computer jobs real jobs?

T-Bot: OK, how about someone who works at Honda?

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And on that note, I would like to show you where The Daddy’s world and my world meet. This is the Era Browser, a whole new way of shopping on Century Finds. It was originally conceived as a showcase of what can be achieved using Microsoft’s recently released Silverlight plugin, but as it happens it’s also a pretty nifty way of browsing my store. Although this first edition won’t be replacing my traditional store just yet, I really see this kind of interface as the future of internet shopping.

The Century Finds Era Browser - Main Page

So, if you are a geek at heart and/or don’t mind downloading another browser plugin, you can experience the real thing here. Otherwise, I have a few more screen shots over at the Century Finds Blog which should satisfy your curiosity.

You know, seeing as you asked ;-)



Ever So Slightly Off Subject

December 4th, 2008

More photos, today. If you are a cynical, cold-hearted person, just look away.

The Parts of a Hand

We started out drawing on our hands because we were learning to spell words with “TH” in them. On the spur of the moment I decided to provide a visual aid by writing “thumb” on the T-Bot’s thumb. Then he wanted all the parts of his hand labeled, so I did.

Which is how he came to draw on my palm (yes, the childish podgy paw is actually mine).

The Parts of a Heart

I am not going to pretend that the T-Bot is the most normal of children. If he was a toaster you couldn’t plug him in out of the box and then he would probably burn your toast, just for fun, before flicking it 3 ft into the air.

But he does have a really sweet temperament.

I don’t think I am going to let this boy leave home until he is at least 26.



Spelling the Beast

November 23rd, 2008

Learning to Spell - Word by Word

I think I have mentioned previously that spelling is not the T-Bot’s strong point. On Friday I decided to try  a technique from the book The Visual-Spatial Classroom. I bought this e-book last week in the hope that it might help us with some of our - um - let’s say sticking points in our learning adventure.

The photo above shows our work with the ea sound, or phonogram. I wanted to use a word that the T-Bot would be enthusiastic about, and after looking through his books he chose the word beast. I asked him to copy and illustrate the word, then I wrote it and he made it beastly. We did some visualization, with him studying the page and then shutting his eyes and trying to see it in his mind.

Next we did the same with the word peas. In typical T-Bot fashion, he had to draw 120 peas as his illustration, and in the shape of an elephant. Sigh. Did I ever say homeschooling this child was easy?

Now you are dying to know if the technique worked, arent you? Well, I was semi-hopeful. And I guess it was semi-successful. The next day I asked him to spell beast and he totally missed the ea sound, which was what he was supposed to be learning. However, he also did not throw out a random string of letters in a panic, as he has been known to do in the past. He actually closed his eyes and spelled out b-e-s-t. Not p-o-t. Not l-m-n-o-p.

So we - or the technique - need a little more work. I’m giving this one 3 Stars and a Watch This Space.

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In other news, are you desperate for ways to clean up your vintage china? I thought so! I posted all about it here. You’re welcome.



Kung Fu Panda : A Micro Review

November 11th, 2008

I didn’t want to like Kung Fu Panda.

I think it was Jack Black who put me off. Quite frankly, Jack Black does nothing for me. And this is one movie where you just can’t get away from him. Considering he is in the title role and all.

Still, The Daddy convinced me to view it tonight (the kids were watching for the 4th time) and I found myself laughing and then I found myself relaxing and … you know … believing. And then, instead of switching off halfway through, which was the original deal, the kids had to stay up late because I wanted to watch the end.

So, my verdict on Kung Fu Panda? You might find yourself liking it, even if you really really don’t want to.
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On that note, The T-Bot has prepared his lesson plan for tomorrow, and was even gracious enough to write it all out for me so that I wouldn’t forget. And then he patiently explained it to me, because, although it is laid out so simply that even a fool could understand it, goodness knows we mothers can be dim witted at times.
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“We need a punching bag, bits of wood so people can kick it apart, and lots of colored belts.

At 10:30 we do the punching class, at 11:30 I kick on wood with my karate class, at 12:08 we give colored belts to everybody. If they get a black one, it means they are a kung fu teacher.

Then we get to drink from the juice and water sprayers and use the claw swingers. ”

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Oh. That’s OK then. I can relax. School for tomorrow is sorted.

And if the recession does cause a crime wave as promised, we won’t need to buy a dog. We’ll all put on our colored belts and throw our claw swingers about.



Here, Have some Photos. You’re Welcome.

November 10th, 2008

Hope everybody had a great weekend. Things are extra busy around here, so very quickly, a few photos from the last few days:

The T-Bot. Just got his first loose tooth. Very exciting. It can be hard to live with all teeth firmly cemented in place when you have spent the last few years avidly reading this.

There is one burning question to be answered: “How will the tooth fairy find us?”

Gulp, I wasn’t expecting that one. I answered “The same way as Santa Claus” but I should have stopped to think that one out, because I don’t know how Santa finds us either.

Baby Sister is now eagerly anticipating her first Tooth Fairy visit also. The concept of years is still alien to her, so for her sake I hope she is an early shedder. It is difficult being a middle child, everyone else always gets all the attention.

In the meantime, for two glorious minutes on Saturday, she was the Star of the Show (one of 10 stars actually, but details, details…). She loves being on stage, in fact she loves it so much that she always forgets all her dance moves. But that’s OK. She compensates by ambling around the stage in a very endearing fashion.


And here is my Number Three. Also growing up. It is strange, but also a relief, to no longer have a baby in the house. This weekend he took a break from his usual Ewok impressions to become Obi Wan Kenobi.

Obviously he first had to eat his body weight in M&Ms (I don’t know where he finds them, but they sure do keep him quiet while Mommy is trying to work), have a screaming fit, and be rescued by The Daddy.

The Daddy, by the way, is awesome. He is magic, and I wish he could be around to look after my children all the time. He is like a male Mary Poppins, except he doesn’t clean, fly or sing. Also, he doesn’t wear a dress.



Science Projects With Some Room for Improvement

November 6th, 2008

While other parents (Eryn being only one example) manage amazing projects with their children, right now I feel like my preparation time is at a premium, so I am going with whatever The T-Bot thinks up on the spur of the moment.

He never recovered from the sheer delight of the volcano we made during summer, and was determined to repeat the experience. So yesterday we did, only this time we made do with whatever materials came to hand, which meant an empty pepper container wrapped in paper and tape. Behold the cheapy volcano!

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Guess which clever person mistook the yellow food coloring for red?
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Yellow Lava is Just as Delightful
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Still, all that froth had the desired effect on the dinosaurs: extinction.
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Here is another of the T-Bot’s projects from yesterday.

Toast.
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As in “We have to leave it for 19 days and see what happens” Toast .

What???? It’s a totally valid scientific experiment!  And thanks to IKEA, I didn’t even have to fork out for a petri dish.



One Hundred and Fifty Two Photographs, Some of Mess

October 30th, 2008

We were standing in line at a checkout yesterday morning when the man in front, who had been studying us out of the corner of his eye for quite a while, suddenly turned to us and addressed the T-Bot:

“Hey,” he said, not unkindly. “Can you count?”

In the last few weeks we have fielded all manner of questions born out of curiosity but usually these are in the vein of “Why aren’t you in school?”, “What school do you go to?”, “School out today?”.  To actually be tested on our eddy-cayshun is a new experience.

“Yes,” answered the T-Bot, puzzled. “I can count”.

And just now, as I was uploading 152 photos from the camera to the computer, I found the proof:

We sometimes give our eldest our one and only and extremely indispensable camera, and just let him go to town. The results are usually variable, with one or two excellent shots, some quite good ones, and others that just leave us scratching our heads. He is probably not the next Cartier-Bresson, although may be taking inspiration from Man Ray.

There was the time he took photo after photo of our 1980s era recessed ceiling lights:

15 shots the same, plus one where he included an aircon vent.

Which is probably on a par with the time he took 53 different photographs of his feet. Granted, from slightly different angles. I can’t find them now. Do you think I might have deleted them?

There are plenty of successes though. Hanging on our guest bedroom wall we have an abstract which is actually a T-Bot self portrait. Of the inside of his mouth. And this time we did get some, ermmm… interesting portraits:

Could it be more attractive than this?

But I also found exactly 32 photos of mess, which I am obviously not going to post here because then you will know just what a tip my house has become. If you want to get an idea of the scale of the problem, try here .