A 6 year-old’s takeaway from a presentation might be greater than you could even imagine. It only took about an hour for this girl to tell me everything that was said in probably 15 minutes by the Seymour Police Department that visited her school. But hey — she’s the expert with the badge, and she can talk as long as she wants.
My granddaughter spends every other weekend at her Mom’s. After a recent visit, she brought home this really cool, pink gingerbread cardboard chick. This item has provided countless hours of entertainment! Coco has drawn, colored and cut-out purses, hair bows and more — and used a couple rolls of tape to place these items on Ms. Pink Gingerbread.
It reminds me of the paper dolls I had as a kid. They were thicker and the clothes were magnetized, but the concept was the same.
According to the Bureau of Labor Statistics, American Time Use Survey, 2014:
97% of U.S. adults over age 25 don’t spend any time learning new skills during their day.
That’s a pretty interesting statistic, don’t you think? I would assume that’s because by aged 25, folks are out of school/college with jobs and family and a home to care for and just LIFE in general. 97% of us are simply too darned busy to spend time learning new skills. In my specific work role, I find that I spend more time doing required work projects that just keep my head above water. When I DO have downtime (which is darned rare), I don’t want to spend it even remotely thinking about learning new things. For me, the required work projects also involve learning new skills — but for most (97% obviously), that simply isn’t the case.
Google says the key is to learning (and creating product) as it pertains to the 25 and older group is to reach out when people have “tiny pockets of downtime — like when they are waiting for a meeting to start or standing in line for coffee. And what are people doing in those moments? Looking at their phones.”
I sure hope by the time my granddaughter is a player in the workforce in 20 years this is all figured out… but until then — goodbye Kindergarten for Colette…
My favorite granddaughter, Coco, is only 5 but she can sure roll through the house making it evident she’s been there. The piano stool out, fingerprints on the fridge, magic fairy wand on the couch, plastic toys in the tub, etc., etc. Let me be clear — I’m NOT complaining! There’s nothing that makes my heart as happy as hearing “NANA!” as she bursts through the door.
Her bedroom may be messy, but give it another 10 years. I’m looking forward to clothes on the floor, dirty dishes hidden under the bed, and a bajillion soda cans in various stages of completion. Wait… maybe she’ll be different than her Dad. (crosses fingers)
The Christmas tree is up at my house but this year is not merely a repeat of previous holidays. I had to buy a new tree this year… my Martha Stewart special lasted only 2 years. And Dharma is so destructive that I didn’t feel “safe” pulling out my collected ornaments. My (now 33 year-old) baby’s “first Christmas” ornament is pretty special to me and I simply didn’t want to chance finding it chewed and discarded after the holiday season. So my new LED tree has just plain ole’ ornaments this year…
With a selection of colors and display choices (flashing/firefly/etc), I thought I’d just share a black and white rendition and let you guys pick whatever color you want. When I pick, it’s purple every single time. Evidently, everyone else thinks the “P” on the tree remote stands for “PINK” (not purple) and switch it to something…. ANYTHING else the second my back is turned.
If trying to monitor a puppy during the holiday season (so everything remains somewhat intact) isn’t enough — I have this five-year old granddaughter. Kids LOVE remotes, you guys. Between remotes for the TV, the AppleTV, the fireplace, the cable box and more… it feels like I’m almost always looking for a remote to something. And when I find the remote I’m looking for? It doubles as a pretend cell phone and rings often.
I happen to love the crisp air of October in Indiana. I’m that person with windows open just so I can have a fire in the fireplace. Cooler temps also mean it’s Oktoberfest time in Seymour and I didn’t want to miss it — more for the food than anything else. The mention of free food and Katie was in for the festivities that Colette and I had planned.
Most of the time, Colette is so much like her Dad was at the same age it’s uncanny. But when it comes to rides — they are polar opposites. Colette is a little daredevil — showing no fear and asking to get on rides that she’s simply too small for. I remember a time at Kings Island when I forced Ben on a ride… people were looking at me like I was the worst parent ever because he was loudly exclaiming his fear… with “it’s been nice knowing you, Mom” interjected in the begging in hopes I would cave in and skip the attraction. (I knew he would love it once the ride started… and he did.) Coco was bored on the flying school bus. On the dinosaur ride? She yelled at Katie to “spin it faster.” That’s my girl. 😉
As a kid, Mom made sure I was clean, had my hair combed, face washed, teeth brushed, and was dressed for school. I don’t remember my Dad taking on that responsibility even once — and I can’t even IMAGINE what I would’ve looked like if he had. My best guess is that I would’ve been lucky to have 2 shoes that matched as I trudged out to catch the bus.
I don’t say it often enough, but I sure am proud of my son for the way he takes care of my granddaughter. Now, if he could just teach her how to smile naturally and not throw that ‘fake’ one out there for photos. 🙂
So in my last post, I suggested that you guys listen to a podcast called ‘Serial.’ Remember? Well… I THOUGHT it was a just a story and had absolutely NO CLUE that it’s for real. Yes. This “story” basically re-investigates a 1999 murder in Baltimore of 18-year-old, Hae Min Lee.
After listening to 10 episodes, I thought I’d see what day the next podcast edition would be coming out and did a quick search rather than hit the serialpodcast.org website. That’s how I stumbled on an article talking about the Syed family, (the family of the ex-boyfriend and convicted murderer of Hae Min Lee, Adnan Syed), and it’s also the moment I realized I’m an idiot.
So now that I know it’s about a real case involving real people, I almost want to go back and listen to everything once again and turn myself into one of the five million detectives trying to figure out if Adnan really killed his ex-girlfriend or if he was wrongly convicted. I want to be one of the people with an opinion to share on the Serial Podcast subreddit and worry if those who were involved in the actual case so many years ago are having their privacy rights violated today.
The Guardian says, “Downloads of the show seem to increase each week, reportedly averaging at roughly 850,000 an episode. It’s viral.“
So if all these listeners are trying to solve the crime maybe you should too! If Colette can be a bunny with nothing more than 2 pieces of paper for ears and a dish towel for a tail — who’s to say YOU won’t be the one to crack this case?
I explained yesterday that I’ve been MIA — and that’s why I ‘m just now getting around to posting photos from Coco’s 4th birthday party. Two words to remember when it comes to a birthday party for a 4 year-old (besides cake, ice-cream, balloons and candles)…. BUBBLES and ZIGGLE.
Bubbles are always fun. Even great Mam-maw got into them:
Coco is struggling insofar as learning to ride her “baby bike” (bike with training wheels that allow the rider to coast and brake by peddling backwards). So I purchased the BEST item EVER… a ZIGGLE. It’s easy to learn to power and she LOVES it! (Photo courtesy of Perry’s Blackberry)
I did mention cake, ice-cream, balloons and candles, and we had those!
As is almost always the case when throwing a good party, there will be a “crasher” that just shows up for cake…
Happy 4th birthday to my favorite granddaughter, Colette — hope you have a bajillion more!
It’s important to give your attention to what you’re doing at the time you’re doing it. You know, keep your eye on the ball. It’s pretty much the same no matter the subject… in business it could mean giving your attention to your customer… in relationships, your significant other… etc. But what happens if you don’t follow that wise advice?
Wearing a cute outfit ready for a date with her favorite aunt, I asked Coco to smile for a photo. Like most 3 year-olds, she flashed a smile on command. Oh, she gave me what I asked for… but it was fake. Thrilled just thinking about the day ahead, she was smiling all over herself. That is, until the very second I said, “Colette, look at Nana and smile.” (Everyone knows that’s a no-no, but I got in a hurry and fell right into the trap.)
Still, I swear I didn’t tell her to “say cheese” — even though that’s exactly what it looks like.
The first thing I asked Ben when he walked in my front door this afternoon was, “Did you bring her anything to play with?” I was speaking about toys for my granddaughter because at 3 years-old, she expects to be entertained when she visits Nana. It didn’t take long for her to claim my iPad and just seconds after that she was demanding pandas.
If you have little ones and you have an iPad, download every single one of the Baby Bus apps. Educational and entertaining — who needs toys anyway?
I am thankful, grateful, and happy. Although I didn’t get to spend this holiday with my favorite brother and sister-in-law, I did enjoy the company of Perry, those pesky neighbors, and my son and granddaughter. And their little dog too!
There’s nothing that warms the heart more than a little girl and her dog…
I hope you had a fabulous Thanksgiving too!
“No Matter How Mature You Are, If A Little Kid Gives You Their Ringing Toy Phone You Answer It.” You’ve seen this posted by someone on Facebook, I’m sure. Well… it’s true, you guys, because today we celebrated the birthday of an inanimate object.
Ben and my favorite granddaughter had already spent a good bit of time with Perry and me this evening when I found a bag of leftover party balloons. As soon as Coco saw what was in the bag she immediately exclaimed, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” I followed with what I thought was the obvious question, “Whose birthday is it?” Looking at me like I was from another planet, she said (in a tone that was borderline condescending) that it was the vacuum sweeper’s birthday. So silly of me to forget such an important event.
Inflating only 2 balloons to begin with, it wasn’t long until one popped. Now Coco didn’t want another purple balloon… she wanted that one “fixed.” Of course, I told her to tell her Daddy (heh), as I wanted HIM to handle that tedious request. As he was performing emergency surgery on said ruptured balloon, I grabbed a marker and drew a face on the other one. I drew a beard, a big nose, beady eyes, a couple ears and no hair on top on a green balloon and… BAM! Perry had arrived for sweeper’s birthday party! The red-faced man and the pink lady were there to celebrate too.
What an eventful Sunday — although the biggest part of it was spent watching weather updates, clearing tornado warnings from my phone, and getting an occasional glimpse of Perry’s Bengals on the field — there’s this 3 year-old that LOVES football, and she kept us entertained. Colette doesn’t care what team is playing (other than the Colts because of Reggie Wayne), but cheers from the cheap box seats, “GO FOOTBALL!”
When everyone went home once the storms had cleared, I popped on Facebook and found a link to an article that was a tad interesting considering I had a root canal last week. The article (97% of Terminal Cancer Patients Previously Had This Dental Procedure) explains that microscopic organisms move in and around tubules inside teeth after a root canal procedure “like gophers in underground tunnels.”
Oh, and this crippled wheelchair-bound woman had a tooth with a root canal that appeared to be ok, but they pulled it anyway and implanted into this rat. The rat took on her illness and died 10 days later — and she was HEALED, you guys! You can click the link up there and read all about the horrible diseases you’ll be sure to get if you leave a dead body part (that darned tooth with the nerves removed) inside your body.