Art Conversation

Last night, I began my homeschooling night with TheWeeOne thinking it would be about drawing.
But she wasn’t interested – she wanted to play Bork Uncle or UpHigh.
While I drew the line there (BorkUncle is not schooling) I insisted that we didn’t have to be “boring” (her word).
She downshifted into

Let’s watch a moomie?!

and I countered with

Only if it’s instructional.

Some negotiations ensued and I drew the line at “learning about Vampires.” while she amazingly drew the line at “Creating clothes for her Vampire dolls.”
We wouldn’t budge.

I tried very hard to keep us in the realm of drawing…but I should have recognized her subtle shifts into moomies when 30 minutes later we had co-steered ourselves into watching Flamenco Dancing and Charlie Chaplin YouTube videos. Argh.

I did manage to right the ship (after I recognized she needed dinner) by asking a no-right-answer question.

What does The Scream, Flamenco Dancing, and that silent film all have in common?

After we discussed what “in common” meant – sheesh it is hard on a teacher when the pupil doesn’t have the necessary language eh?
We worked through that one and came back to the real question and with some prodding she agreed they were all Art.

Big breakthrough.

The rapid-fire discussion which followed delineated examples clearly NOT art…mountain climbing, baseball, food, money, etc.
What struck me, and the point of this post, is just how easily she zeroed in on what exists in the world which qualifies as ART – even without word-language…

What is ’emotion’?

And her resolutions lined up pretty well with what I would consider some fairly common assertions about art – at 6.
There is a very long conversation buried in this “discovery”, that even a 6 year old can discern very well what “Art” is, and further – even if the lines an individual 6 year old draws between subjects differ from other individual 6 year olds – at 6 she appears to be VERY reliable, consistent, and discerning.

There is an entire wing of Philosophy devoted to the subject (Aesthetics) and somehow at six one finds themselves knowledgeable enough to be on the front of that discussion? I think Ethics, Epistemology (maybe), and things like Physics and Mathematics would be hard pressed to say the same thing about their esoteric corners of conversation.

I took this while she ate some dinner and she winced…
Art Conversation 1
probably NOT art.

But once she had learned how to do this to it…
Art Conversation 2
yep – IS art.

If you have a young one in your immediate vicinity – give yourself an hour – allow the conversation to range far and wide and probe their understanding of art…I’d love to hear what you hear.
And besides that, it is fun.

A Holiday To Remember – ok

This Holiday wasn’t like any Christmas we’ve had before.

It began innocuously enough – some time off, a little last minute shopping, some late night movies (and charlie brown cartoons), cookies and gingerbread (graham cracker) houses, and a neighborhood party.
Christmas Cookies
and then…

…at nearly 2:00 in the morning after the neighborhood party (a.k.a. Christmas Eve) The Wee One lost it.
“It” might be explained – rather described – as everything she had eaten earlier at the party.

Maybe she just had too much junk food?
I sure hope so.

Then she lost it again, and again…and again every coupla hours until late into that evening.



image redacted as seriously too gross for this blog


For being such a sick kid she sure was composed and matter of fact.

Momma?
Yes?
It’s throw up time again.
[It]
All done.

The rest of us watched, transfixed and with no small amount of dread, at the progression of this highly contagious stomach flu.
We all figured we wouldn’t be as composed as TWO when it struck us.

So this unfortunate turn of events cancelled our Christmas Eve at Monya and BopOp’s house. But thankfully, TWO was well enough to get new jammies.
Christmas Jammies
The next morning Santa was still able to attend to his duties at our house. LaGrande woke up at about 3:30 but she graciously waited until 5AM to wake up the rest of us – out of concern for her sister’s condition.
Christmas Melee
TWO was unbelievably able to power through an approximately three hour present-unwrapping stint sans [It] and we thought we saw light at the end of the tunnel.
Christmas Indian

But alas, [It] continued it’s unabashed assault on TWO for the remainder of Christmas Day.
TheMommy took this free time to optimistically pack her bags in order that she may attend her brother’s wedding in Pennsylvania – and those same bags are still there today – obstinately so.

That’s because on the 26th, only about 18 hours before TheMommy was scheduled to depart, she…got…[IT].
Without the unsightly details, it was a somewhat different [IT] – but [IT] nonetheless.

So while TheMommy nursed herself along, LaGrande and I waited in horror, for our turn.
Turns out it never materialized in any real way; we escaped and we’re still giving each other mini high-fives over that one.

On the 28th, with TheMommy still tired out by a walk to the living room The Mermaids and I prepared ourselves for our planned trip to visit TheAmboyObserver and his family.

While TheMommy recovered at home (incidentally Monya was doing the same) TheMermaids, BopOp, Grumpy, TheAmboyObserver, HeidiCoaster, TheBoys and I shot arrows, found our first geo-cache, ate, visited, ate some more, walked, and visited (and ate) some more. All this while the kids danced endlessly in front of the Wii until their legs became sore.

Four Kids and a Dog

When we returned home, sleep deprived from all the fun, we discovered that the street in front of our house needed maintenance – and so at precisely 8AM on Monday the 31st we got HammerJacked.
I took the liberty of getting some high-speed photography out of the deal.

Now it is 2013, amazingly enough, and we rang it in with another very late night and a neighbor…and their children.
Luckily the only ill effects were some seriously tired Mermaids (and parents) and the only thing we got for it was sleeping in until about noon the next day – I’ll take that.

This then was when we finally celebrated our Christmas with Monya and BopOp – a light dinner, some Tripoli, and a movie.
Bueno.

So, do I want to do that again if I can help it – no.
Do I want to remember it – kinda. So I wrote it down.
TWO may remember it someday – at the time it was a pretty crummy Christmas, but looking back, we made the best of it.

Hamster Games

Hamster Games
“When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.”

This year:
Lemons = stomach flus (yes plural) through Christmas
Lemonade = waking a nocturnal rodent and trying to entice it through a wrapping paper tube maze with treats.

It didnt work but the attempt was valiant.
Now back to bed for the sickies (TheWeeOne and TheMommy).

Trouble with Truffles

These taste amazingly good this year – this is the espresso flavor truffle.

Trouble with Truffles

I’ve had 5 tonight and probably 10 more in the past week.
My sugar restricted diet from a year ago is still mostly in effect, which makes these candies so much more delicious when I do indulge.

But all that comes at a price – which I’ve outlined before (http://blief.zwise.net/?p=1115)

And I remain, for the most part, asthma free, eczema free, medicine free, and on a path to not expressing those genes I clearly have which turn sugar into triglycerides at an alarming rate in my body.

But I’m here to say, that if your body doesn’t freak out quite as badly as mine does when I’m “on sugar” and you are interested in the best homemade candy this side of the MississiCedar, hook up with The Frosting Angel or find her on Facebook at facebook.com/TheFrostingAngel.

There’s just a few boxes of assorted truffles remaining.

I need a new derailer bearing.

It started as an innocent grinding. In forty feet it became a stuck pulley. Tonight I took it off to inspect/clean/repair but I most certainly will simply replace the bearing…I thought.

I need a new derailer bearing.

So I got a good blunt instrument at the ready to extract the remnants of the bearing race…and I broke it.

The whole pulley.
And now a pulley.

The cost isn’t as big of an issue as the wait to get new pulleys. Sigh.

Film-frenzy

The Mermaids, BopOp, and myself are making another movie this weekend.

This time we are part of a film frenzy whereby we have 50 hours to write, shoot, edit, and produce a film complete with special “curve-balls” handed down by the organizers.

We got our instructions Friday at 5PM and we spent 4 hours together in story-boarding, costumes, and other rampant idea-making.

We have a good plan now so tomorrow we begin (and finish) principal shooting.

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A good weekend, still

This weekend started with TheWeeOne’s first ever stage performance, acting that is.
She portrayed Rebecca, The Princess Mermaid, co-ruler of Animal Island.
TWO acting

From there we went to a neighborhood birthday party campout.
We burned more than a few marshmallows.
burned is best eh?

The last blue moon for a couple of years graced the party.
You know just what I was there for

Then yesterday we assembled; Monya, TheAmboyObserver, and myself spent a day taking photos and enjoying the racetrack and a movie.
sunlight on my shoulders

just a squirrel tryin' to get a nut

I lost all three of my bets for the day by a combined 6 inches; two photo finishes and one inquiry>reversal.
sport of kings...and dollars

And the weekend isn’t even over.
woo hoo