I've been curious all of my life.
Growing up, I was constantly told - "Curiosity killed the cat".
I realize there is a fine line between curious and nosy. Don't get me wrong ... and often those two adjectives intersect. I've always been a people watcher, too. So they intersect often.
Having the kids ask me questions - sometimes constantly - I'm more than happy to feed their curiosity.
Most of the time. Sometimes, Kids are just kids and tend to have really bad timing. I don't want to talk about rat snakes during the dinner table.
Then I read this today....A blog I found out about through The Gang's Mom
In this blog post - he talks about the death of curiosity.
It's a short read - go check it out. I'll wait.
*hums to self*
Told you it was short. But it was powerful. At least to me.
So many times we can inadvertantly kill the curiosity of a child.
So many times - we can kill our own.
We get too busy. Too hectic.
I can speak for myself -- writing, laundry, kids, school, family, dog, laundry....it can all lead to dampen the curiosity.
After reading Pete Wilson's post I pondered it for a while.
Like anything else around here - A song came to mind...
It was written for her daughters - but really, it applies to us all.
Bubbles is quite a handful.
How could she not be?? She was named by God - a name that means "Victorious Ruler of All".
She can also be quite sweet.
Today she wanted a bath, so she had a bath. Really - it was just water play time. She got out, got her clothes and requested a ponytail in her hair. When I was done with her hair, she declared "I bootiful."
As she left the bathroom, she told me, "I like being bootiful."
She goes up to big brother G-man and says, "Look at me. I bootiful."
She comes back to me, "I bootiful."
Yes you are.
Gotta love someone who's comfortable in her own skin.
She's beautiful ... inside and out.
No, this isn't a post about hemming pants.
though, being short, I probably could talk about that -- but I won't.
I've not posted in a while because I was writing something fictional. Which surprised me and turned out to be way more fun than writing about real life. Because well -- real life involved fractured elbows.
So I'm here to remind you that I'm alive and slowly making the rounds of my bloggy friends to catch up on what you're doing. AND trying to catch up on laundry.
I've figured something out over this last week -- or so. However long it took me to download my story from my brain. So -- to catch up, I thought I'd share.
What I figured out - I am totally dependent on BOTH of The Professor's elbows.
Because BOTH of his hands are necessary for this house to run smooothly when I'm in writing mode.
Snort. Who am I kidding?
They're needed ALL THE TIME.
To the women who have to do it all -- I'm really, really sorry.
I've had to do all the dishes. All the laundry. Even all the food cutting for dinner time.
Not to mention the OTHER stuff that .... well... involves cats. Buttons. Shoe laces.
The Professor's elbow is much better (thank you for asking) but it's still on a carefree - no stress restriction.
So after coming out of the writing mode... (Which included telling my invisible friends goodbye)
.... looking around the house....my first reaction was, "Wow. This is an unholy mess of a mess."
It didn't help that the laundry baskets had been used to nap on by a creative Bubbles.
Or that, well, I'll be honest here. If the dog or a sibling drops something on the floor, no other sibling will pick it up.
Though, some sweet moments have come from The Professor's elbow issues.
Mini-Me has stepped up to be very helpful.
G-man had some tough days at first. He was actually WORRIED about The Professor and acted out. Telling my mom "no" in rebellion.
The other kids ask about it - but don't go very deep.
We'll all be glad when the elbow released back to active duty.
We had to have the toilet replaced.
The kids liked the plumber. He answered their questions.
ALL of their questions.
J-man announced to me "Mom! I was nice to our new potty. It's cute."
He's right - but other than slamming the toilet seat down - I don't remember him being mean to the other one.
Mini-Me got put out with her brothers because they weren't playing with her. They were busy putting poppers on the counter and watching them spring up. We were at the doctor's office today for Bubble's four- year check up.
So to help make life better for her. I gave her my little MP3 player to listen to. It's a Sansa Clip. Little thing. Filled with random music. I found the Beatles' Help album and turned it on for her. She listened and has decided she wanted an MP3 player.
Her birthday isn't for some time yet.
And while I like the Clip...it's small and can't be expanded (There's no card slot). So being selfish, I went looking for an upgrade for ME. I found one in the Sansa Fuze. So I ordered it, letting MIni-Me know she could have the Clip. AFTER my new one came.
Mini-Me asked if we could add more music to the MP3 player that is destined for her. Sure!! Why not.
So we loaded some songs for her. We loaded Sandra Boynton's Philadelphia Chickens and Blue Moo. Then She asked... SHE ASKED for Project's Winter in June to be added.
Be Still my heart.
And this collection of Indian music we found at Barnes and Noble.
At times... I just adore my kids more than other times. Like those times when I merely tolerate them.
Like Saturday when there was break from the bickering or bossing or b.....you get the idea.
I love friends who are willing to go on experiments with you. (Like reading stuff you've written)
(Which makes you all rocking - just for reading THIS!)
and awesome friends who tell you things that you need to hear.
Like the time I told someone: I'm becoming a cat person.
and my friend said "you already were"
I'll get off the cuff now.
I'm taking the Professor on a date tomorrow night.
Gotta find some place elbow friendly to take him.
I wish I could find that groove that I've been wanting since we began the school year.
It's one of the areas of life that seems to be constantly brought to my mind's eye with the accusation that I'm failing. The professor has been quite steady through it all.
"We'll get there."
I've had day-mares that we've had to send the kids to school and they didn't know anything about anything. And i failed them. It's not a pretty day-mare at all.
Sometimes they just outnumber me. Their needs, wants, whines, bickerings...add to that the house issues of dishes, plumbing, laundry, potty issues, attitudes... Yeah. I get to feeling outnumbered.
Then there are the times when they get it.
They might get it in an odd sort of way - but they get it.
"Mom. The spartans were barbarians." Says a very indignant Mini-Me. "The Penguins of Madagascar would fit right in, though. Since they think 'a friend is an enemy that hasn't attacked you yet'."
I'm still struggling with the whole "write a report" thing in a homeschool setting. Our curriculum schedules them in. I never liked them when I was doing this - never saw the point. Still don't. It didn't stop me from "getting it" when I was taking classes in college. So I'm debating whether or not I should push the whole report thing with the kids. Especially since most formal writing is met with great gnashing of teeth.
Mini-Me's report subject?? Captain Edward J. Smith. Captain of the Titanic.
How many books does our library have on the doomed captain?? NONE.
"Hey, mom" - says G-man, "I read in my health book about manners. I'm not supposed to eat with my fingers."