No great, overarching theme to today’s blog — just cleaning out my brain, as I am doing with my house, in preparation for back-to-school. Here are some of the thoughts I found lying around today:
According to the weather forecast, this may very well be the last reliably sunny and warmish day before the kids go back to school. It seemed appropriate to invite some friends over and break out the Super Soakers. Actually, we don’t have Super Soakers, so we had to be selective and invite friends who already had them. A wet time was had by all.
In the evenings, lately, I’ve been reading The Fellowship of the Ring out loud to the kids. Chris is more into it than Emma is, and it’s a slow read because we don’t do it every night, but I’m struck by how different an experience it is reading this book aloud rather than reading it to myself. I once read a quote that said, “I have lived my life like I read The Lord of the Rings — skipping all the poetry.” I’m not sure that’s true about my life but it is true for LOTR — I’ve always skimmed over those loooong songs. Can’t do that when you’re reading aloud. Now the songs are the high points, because I have to SING them. To tunes I make up myself, on the spur of the moment. It’s the most positive feedback I’ve ever gotten for my singing, and it turns every page into a new challenge.
Christopher, as I mentioned elsewhere, is writing a fantasy novel of his own. A few days ago I noticed that he was putting songs into the story — long narrative songs about dwarves and elves and dragons, obviously inspired by the songs in Lord of the Rings. I love seeing evidence like this of my children’s creativity, how they soak up everything we throw at them and process it through their intricate little brains and come out with their own inventions. I noticed the same thing the other night when they were out playing “Spies” in the backyard. Emma sat down at the picnic table and said, “I’m in a restaurant — this is a human restaurant.” Chris said, “Yeah, not like that restaurant on Porgeron 3 where the aliens tried to kill you and grab all your gadgets.”
Either these are fantastically imaginative children, or we are succeeding brilliantly in our plan to raise geeks at home for fun and profit. Maybe both.
Oh! More about imagination — my children love Tales from Pastor Karl’s Toybox, as quirky an idea as ever came from the brain of an overstimulated youth pastor who loves to play with action figures. Go ahead, check it out. Honestly, Jason and I love them too. Lately the kids have begun putting on their own Toybox Tales with their action figures and enlisting me to videotape them. They are just about as sophisticated as Pastor Karl’s.
And more about Geeks! Here’s my latest “You Know You’re an Incredible Geek When…”
When you use an edge guide like the one pictured here for a home painting project …
… but you refuse to refer to it as anything other than “My batleth.”
Why all the painting? We are hard at work on murals — Jason is painting superheroes on the wall of Christopher’s room, and I am painting the row houses Jason drew for me on the wall of my office at work. But no pics till we can unveil the completed murals in all their glory!!
Kids. When I blog about how creative and interesting my children are I sometimes fear I’m painting too rosy a picture of parenthood. This time of year the blogsophere is fully of brilliant mom-bloggers (such as Woulda Coulda Shoulda and Three Kid Circus) writing about how happy and free they’ll be when the kids go back to school. Of course, when my kids go back to school I go back too, and while I love my job a LOT, it’s not like I’m going to have any MORE free time when school starts — I’ll have a lot less.
I don’t acknowledge feeling crazy like some moms at this stage in the summer, but I do have to admit that our incidences of Bizarrely Over-the-Top Maternal Overreactions are up a little this week. It’s possible this could relate to the long months of quality time we’ve enjoyed at home together. Today I flipped completely out at Emma when she couldn’t find her purple jeans — because she’d put them in a bag somewhere while she was playing a game. “WHY DO YOU ALWAYS STICK YOUR PERFECTLY GOOD CLOTHES AWAY IN BAGS AND BOXES SO WE CAN’T FIND THEM FOR SIX MONTHS???!!!?? CAN YOU PLEASE NOT DO THAT ANYMORE?!?!?!?!” Ten minutes later, bag and jeans were found and I was feeling not a little sheepish. Maybe we do need those hours apart just to give us all some breathing space.
Oh! Books! Books! Besides Lord of the Rings out loud, I am also doing that other kind of reading, where you don’t move your lips. I’ve read some really good books lately and I urge you to go straight to Compulsive Overreader to check out my reviews.
OK, that’s it. My brain is nice and clean and empty. Sleep now.