I like Baby Einstein. I watch Baby Einstein movies. I like Hippo and Ducky.
I like Word World. It is on PBS Kids.
Baby Einstein is on computer, I like to go there.
I like letters and numbers. I like Numbers Nursery.
Donuts are not good for your body and it's not for your healthy food. Apples and oranges and bananas are red and orange and yellow.
Your Friend,
Big Kid
2008
Monday, June 2, 2008
Big Kid Blogging?
Big Kid: You know you write about me?
Ashley: What? What do you mean?
Big Kid: You. You write about me. Like a lot of days.
Ashley: I write about you?
Big Kid: Yes. Like how I like Baby Einsteins and funny stuffs like dat. On your computer. To dose peoples.
Ashley: Oh. Yes, um, I do write about you. People think you're funny.
Big Kid: Well, I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna write it. And if I need any help wif any spellings or anyfing like dat, I'm gonna ask you.
Ashley: Oh, okay. You're going to write to the people I write to?
Big Kid: Yep. But you're gonna type it. Just wait.
So now I'm waiting.
I knew he sort of knew there was something going on here. He knows there is an "Ashley's Closet", because he can read that. He also knows he's answered some questions and reviewed some products, so I guess he is aware of "you all".
I've also caught him sitting here looking at my computer screen sometimes, and he has commented on the poor kitty (I've been meaning to delete that since that comment from him and I may have to do away with the "f" word up top, now that Eagle Eyes is in the closet.)
It's just funny it came up out of nowhere and he wants to speak to you all himself, directly.
He's composing something now. I'll keep you posted.
Ashley: What? What do you mean?
Big Kid: You. You write about me. Like a lot of days.
Ashley: I write about you?
Big Kid: Yes. Like how I like Baby Einsteins and funny stuffs like dat. On your computer. To dose peoples.
Ashley: Oh. Yes, um, I do write about you. People think you're funny.
Big Kid: Well, I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna write it. And if I need any help wif any spellings or anyfing like dat, I'm gonna ask you.
Ashley: Oh, okay. You're going to write to the people I write to?
Big Kid: Yep. But you're gonna type it. Just wait.
So now I'm waiting.
I knew he sort of knew there was something going on here. He knows there is an "Ashley's Closet", because he can read that. He also knows he's answered some questions and reviewed some products, so I guess he is aware of "you all".
I've also caught him sitting here looking at my computer screen sometimes, and he has commented on the poor kitty (I've been meaning to delete that since that comment from him and I may have to do away with the "f" word up top, now that Eagle Eyes is in the closet.)
It's just funny it came up out of nowhere and he wants to speak to you all himself, directly.
He's composing something now. I'll keep you posted.
No Big Deal
So I was just coloring with the kids, because I'm a good mom like that (not really, it was just this once), and would you believe I still suck at coloring?
What is it about staying between the lines that I have such difficulty with? I also can't apply even pressure. Kathy's 4 year old can color better than I can. The kid is a kick ass colorer though.
However, my inability to stay between the lines didn't stop me from nagging Big Kid about his:
Ashley: Did you do this one or did little kid?
Big Kid: I did dat.
Ashley: Oh, it's really good but you need to work on staying in the lines.
Big Kid: (looks at me, goes back to coloring)
Ashley: Did you hear me?
Big Kid: Yep.
Ashley: Well can you say something back to me when I talk to you, so I know you heard me?
Big Kid: I would but I don't hab nofing to say about it, 'bout you not likin' me not colorin' in da lines. I didn't say anyfing about when you colored da dalmation bwown.
Ashley: Yes, you did, actually you said a lot about it.
Big Kid: Oh well den, it's not a big deal, bemember?
I guess it's really not a big deal. I don't think my inability to color within the lines has affected me much as an adult.
(I also really DIDN'T need math.)
What is it about staying between the lines that I have such difficulty with? I also can't apply even pressure. Kathy's 4 year old can color better than I can. The kid is a kick ass colorer though.
However, my inability to stay between the lines didn't stop me from nagging Big Kid about his:
Ashley: Did you do this one or did little kid?
Big Kid: I did dat.
Ashley: Oh, it's really good but you need to work on staying in the lines.
Big Kid: (looks at me, goes back to coloring)
Ashley: Did you hear me?
Big Kid: Yep.
Ashley: Well can you say something back to me when I talk to you, so I know you heard me?
Big Kid: I would but I don't hab nofing to say about it, 'bout you not likin' me not colorin' in da lines. I didn't say anyfing about when you colored da dalmation bwown.
Ashley: Yes, you did, actually you said a lot about it.
Big Kid: Oh well den, it's not a big deal, bemember?
I guess it's really not a big deal. I don't think my inability to color within the lines has affected me much as an adult.
(I also really DIDN'T need math.)
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Note To Self:
Self, WTF were you thinking taking little kid to the orchestra??
Sure, you told yourself it was billed as a "family concert", but you knew it was the last performance of the season, and it was in the afternoon, and it was inexpensive, which ALWAYS means the elderly will be there in droves.
And they were. Both camps; the ones delighted by the mere sight of children and the fact that they were at the orchestra, and the ones who would be delighted to make the entire county 55 and older and never, ever see a child again other than in a photograph.
Of course, we sat in a section comprised of old people who hate kids. Old people who hate kids REALLY hate little kid.
And yeah, his shifting around, moaning, providing vocal backup to each piece (unfortunately, he only knows Twinkle, Twinkle. And he doesn't talk, so he hums it) and then crunching loudly on the dum-dum I slipped him (illegally, I know, no food in the theater, I was trying to stop the humming), was annoying as shit. It was.
But he was being fairly good, he had a ticket, and it WAS a family concert.
The intense staring at people was also a little annoying but of course he was going to stare at people incapable of smiling. He's not used to people who are impervious to his charm. They could hardly contain their happiness when Mr. Ashley removed him from the concert entirely.
But really, the old people weren't much better, glancing back and whispering to each other each time Big Kid felt the need to whisper to me to tell me which Baby Einstein movie each song was featured in, and to make sure I saw the cymbals and heard the castanets and recognized the female percussion player. He loved it. He was actually REALLY well behaved, but he is only four. Four year olds can't spend 70 minutes totally silent, at least he whispered and kept it on topic.
He also loved the attention he got afterwards from the non-evil elderly who thought it was so cute and funny that he dug the orchestra so much. One of them even mistakenly thought I was a good mother, but I made sure she knew that this was all his idea and nothing that I've actively encouraged. I will admit that he has good taste though.
The seven year old piano playing prodigy was amazing and adorable. He's only been playing for two years, he's just one of those little musical geniuses. Big Kid was impressed. little kid, not so much.
So all in all, we had a good time. Unfortunately, we may have encroached upon the good times of others, which we really try hard not to do, but sometimes it happens. Sorry crabby old people.
Sure, you told yourself it was billed as a "family concert", but you knew it was the last performance of the season, and it was in the afternoon, and it was inexpensive, which ALWAYS means the elderly will be there in droves.
And they were. Both camps; the ones delighted by the mere sight of children and the fact that they were at the orchestra, and the ones who would be delighted to make the entire county 55 and older and never, ever see a child again other than in a photograph.
Of course, we sat in a section comprised of old people who hate kids. Old people who hate kids REALLY hate little kid.
And yeah, his shifting around, moaning, providing vocal backup to each piece (unfortunately, he only knows Twinkle, Twinkle. And he doesn't talk, so he hums it) and then crunching loudly on the dum-dum I slipped him (illegally, I know, no food in the theater, I was trying to stop the humming), was annoying as shit. It was.
But he was being fairly good, he had a ticket, and it WAS a family concert.
The intense staring at people was also a little annoying but of course he was going to stare at people incapable of smiling. He's not used to people who are impervious to his charm. They could hardly contain their happiness when Mr. Ashley removed him from the concert entirely.
But really, the old people weren't much better, glancing back and whispering to each other each time Big Kid felt the need to whisper to me to tell me which Baby Einstein movie each song was featured in, and to make sure I saw the cymbals and heard the castanets and recognized the female percussion player. He loved it. He was actually REALLY well behaved, but he is only four. Four year olds can't spend 70 minutes totally silent, at least he whispered and kept it on topic.
He also loved the attention he got afterwards from the non-evil elderly who thought it was so cute and funny that he dug the orchestra so much. One of them even mistakenly thought I was a good mother, but I made sure she knew that this was all his idea and nothing that I've actively encouraged. I will admit that he has good taste though.
The seven year old piano playing prodigy was amazing and adorable. He's only been playing for two years, he's just one of those little musical geniuses. Big Kid was impressed. little kid, not so much.
So all in all, we had a good time. Unfortunately, we may have encroached upon the good times of others, which we really try hard not to do, but sometimes it happens. Sorry crabby old people.
Some Things
--I need to update my blog roll. My sister-wife isn't even on there. At some point, I decided it would be a good idea, and more convenient, to use a third party blog rolling, thingy. I don't know. Somehow I've convinced myself that this is more difficult, so I dread updating it, and keep putting it off. Also, I dread hurt feelings because I'm bound to forget someone who deserves to be on there, and that's another reason I just don't do it.
--Which brings us to the fact that I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN about the open casting blog roll thing we are going to do. I even got it all into word and only needed to clean it up and make the links and then moved on to something else. Give me three months, people. (has it been three months yet??) That's how long things usually take. It was a great idea, and we're still doing it.
--Questions. I have some question comments that I didn't publish. The old plan was to just save them in the comments box until I got around to answering them. I've come up with a new plan (a new notebook!) for dealing with questions, but need to answer the ones I've got before I implement that. I know, it's annoying, and I should just be able to answer questions as they come in, but sometimes things deserve special recognition or a good answer and it just takes me a while. About three months. Hold tight.
--Another reason I don't answer questions right away in the comments is because Blogger's comment section was programmed by a monkey.
I check my comments in my "Dashboard" thing because I just can't be getting all those emails, and it shows me the commenter's user name (unlinked) and let's me hit "publish" or "reject". What it SHOULD DO, is to let me hit reply right then and there, and even email that reply to you if you'd like to know that I've replied without checking the comments section. It also doesn't let me see what post you've left the comment under unless I have the filter set to that, and I don't like it that way.
Also, I should have the option of going directly to your blog from there, and it'd be great if I could see your avatar at the same time, otherwise it's harder to "get to know" everyone unless I go click on the comments link and read them that way like everyone else. I shouldn't have to read it all twice though. And can someone tell me why when I click on your links in the comment section, it takes me to a little bitty half a screen of your blog? I hope you know what I'm talking about, that annoys the ever living shit out of me.
It is such a bad system. I also leave comments on other blogs and then never go check that comment section again, it'd be nice to know if I got a response. You all should even be able to respond to each other. Community-like and such.
This is do-able, someone from Google get on it. I won't even charge a consulting fee.
--Speaking of comments, our librarian came back and it turns out he is NOT an asshat. He was having a bad day, researching how to collect on damaged books, and came across me and my minions, seemingly flaunting our inability to have a decent relationship with the library or librarians. He left an over-serious late night rant and then came back and admitting to doing so!!
I think this is a closet first, and quite possibly a first for all men everywhere. I am impressed. I will also admit to being ashamed of my inability to be a good library go-er, but the deck has been stacked against me and Carmen has poisoned me against librarians, just like bad library go-ers have poisoned librarians against moms with book issues, such as myself.
He said he was leaving because we told him to, but if by chance he checks back, he is welcome to drop by whenever. It is true that when people start getting pissy in the closet (or the asshattery starts up--LMAO at that comment), others come out of the woodwork too. It was really a wrong place/wrong time situation all around, and we're all (mostly) really fun people. Sometimes we're even kind of smart and interesting, or we link to things that are.
There was also a really interesting debate going on in the "Green" post comments section and we have a very knowledgeable organic store owner in the closet, so check out Free Market Organics,
Amelia seems to know her stuff, and she's nice.
Okay, there's the hodge podge of some of the things I've been meaning to tell you all. I've got the orchestra again today and I need to start thinking about getting ready for that.
Edited to add: And no, I can't promise to stop saying "anyhoo". I totally agree that it is annoying. It's not a real word, I don't even know how it should be spelled and it sounds annoying in real life. That's why I do it though. Just try to close your eyes and breathe through it, it will be okay.
--Which brings us to the fact that I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN about the open casting blog roll thing we are going to do. I even got it all into word and only needed to clean it up and make the links and then moved on to something else. Give me three months, people. (has it been three months yet??) That's how long things usually take. It was a great idea, and we're still doing it.
--Questions. I have some question comments that I didn't publish. The old plan was to just save them in the comments box until I got around to answering them. I've come up with a new plan (a new notebook!) for dealing with questions, but need to answer the ones I've got before I implement that. I know, it's annoying, and I should just be able to answer questions as they come in, but sometimes things deserve special recognition or a good answer and it just takes me a while. About three months. Hold tight.
--Another reason I don't answer questions right away in the comments is because Blogger's comment section was programmed by a monkey.
I check my comments in my "Dashboard" thing because I just can't be getting all those emails, and it shows me the commenter's user name (unlinked) and let's me hit "publish" or "reject". What it SHOULD DO, is to let me hit reply right then and there, and even email that reply to you if you'd like to know that I've replied without checking the comments section. It also doesn't let me see what post you've left the comment under unless I have the filter set to that, and I don't like it that way.
Also, I should have the option of going directly to your blog from there, and it'd be great if I could see your avatar at the same time, otherwise it's harder to "get to know" everyone unless I go click on the comments link and read them that way like everyone else. I shouldn't have to read it all twice though. And can someone tell me why when I click on your links in the comment section, it takes me to a little bitty half a screen of your blog? I hope you know what I'm talking about, that annoys the ever living shit out of me.
It is such a bad system. I also leave comments on other blogs and then never go check that comment section again, it'd be nice to know if I got a response. You all should even be able to respond to each other. Community-like and such.
This is do-able, someone from Google get on it. I won't even charge a consulting fee.
--Speaking of comments, our librarian came back and it turns out he is NOT an asshat. He was having a bad day, researching how to collect on damaged books, and came across me and my minions, seemingly flaunting our inability to have a decent relationship with the library or librarians. He left an over-serious late night rant and then came back and admitting to doing so!!
I think this is a closet first, and quite possibly a first for all men everywhere. I am impressed. I will also admit to being ashamed of my inability to be a good library go-er, but the deck has been stacked against me and Carmen has poisoned me against librarians, just like bad library go-ers have poisoned librarians against moms with book issues, such as myself.
He said he was leaving because we told him to, but if by chance he checks back, he is welcome to drop by whenever. It is true that when people start getting pissy in the closet (or the asshattery starts up--LMAO at that comment), others come out of the woodwork too. It was really a wrong place/wrong time situation all around, and we're all (mostly) really fun people. Sometimes we're even kind of smart and interesting, or we link to things that are.
There was also a really interesting debate going on in the "Green" post comments section and we have a very knowledgeable organic store owner in the closet, so check out Free Market Organics,
Amelia seems to know her stuff, and she's nice.
Okay, there's the hodge podge of some of the things I've been meaning to tell you all. I've got the orchestra again today and I need to start thinking about getting ready for that.
Edited to add: And no, I can't promise to stop saying "anyhoo". I totally agree that it is annoying. It's not a real word, I don't even know how it should be spelled and it sounds annoying in real life. That's why I do it though. Just try to close your eyes and breathe through it, it will be okay.
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