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As many of you are well aware, yesterday was Mabon/Autumnal Equinox. As part of our celebration at home, Mason and I baked cream cheese cookies shaped like fallen leaves. We decorated them with frosting in fall colors. I made enough little ones for Mason to bring to share with his class today. (We have a big maple leaf about the size of my hand, and one the size of a half dollar -- if any of you are old enough to picture that.) Anyway, as I was handing them to Ms. D this morning with a bit of explination, she pulled me aside to tell me this awesome story about Mason yesterday.

As follows:

Apparently, the class was talking about "big words" yesterday and Ms. D. asked the class for some examples. My son, second generation nerd, doesn't miss a beat as he offers: "Antidisestablishmentarianism." Ms. D. is stunned into silence for a second, and then asks, "Could you repeat that?" And, Mason, says, louder, "Antidisestablishmentarianism!" She responds, "Uh, well, we'll certainly have to look that one up in the dictionary." Then she looks at me with a long suffering, yet trying to be cheerful tone and says, "I just love having Mason in class."

I'll bet.

It's tough when your kindergarteners know words you don't.

Mason, it should be pointed out, probably doesn't know the meaning of antidisestablishmentarianism either. He knows the word because of the "Bookworm Adventures" video game we play, in which you get a higher score by thinking up the word that uses the most letters. Mason has been really impressed with one of the longest words he and his mama ever made, which was "winterization." We started talking about dream words we would make if we had the letters and all the treasure they might get us, and I remembered that I once read in the Guiness Book of World Records that in the English language one of longest words still in common usage is antidisestablishmentarianism. Mason remembered it.

And they say video games are bad for kids.

And for those of you who wished me luck on getting to my work out during my brain dead time, it worked out perfectly. The best part is that at 2:00 in the afternoon the place is almost completely deserted as well. Although there's some kind of Murphy's Law thing going on because I had to laugh... there were five people in the whole gym, and all of them hogged the equipment I wanted. Still, I managed to get in a good work out and I think I'm going to try to make this a regular thing, even though my WOMEN'S HEALTH magazine says that morning work outs are best for your metabolism. Ah well, I guess I figure any time working out is better than none.

The alien short story is coming along as well, although at a slower pace than I'd like given its deadline.
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Sorry about the radio silence.  Not only have Mason and I been dutifully spending time in the woods, but I had to take a break from bloggin' and whatnot to go over the copy-edited manuscript that arrived for Tate last Friday (--man, I wish she'd do her own damn work!)   There wasn't too much to do, luckily.  Though I really do thank god for copy editors or I would look like such a blame fool.  I wrote a little bit about this over at Wyrdsmiths: .http://wyrdsmiths.blogspot.com/2007/10/small-mind-hobgoblins.html.

I'm supposed to be working out right now, but I got derailed by hormones.  Sorry, Cap, but I've got my "monthlies."  Plus, it's not like I haven't been exercising at all.  Mason and I really have been doing a lot of hiking in the woods.  Yesterday, while he was "boss" for his half hour, he told me he wanted to go to the off-leash dog park at Minnehaha.  We ended up spending almost three hours out there again.  Mason had a blast chasing yippy little dogs around, making sand castles on the banks of the Mississippi, and squishing in the mud of a tiny little woodland stream. 

It's just as well I'm not at the gymp.  I'm feeling a bit behind on Tate's latest (DEAD IF I DO), and am planning on doing a little writing in a minute.  I have to let the coffee breech the blood-brain barrier.  It's one of those mornings.  I'm on my second cup already.

Mason has been playing a really interesting game lately.  He wants to spell out three letter words and have me say them out loud.  This morning we discovered a huge list of animals that can be spelled with three letters:  cat, dog, pig, ape, elk, eel, rat, bat, fox, hen, ant, bug, bee, yak, kit (as in fox kit), cub (as in bear), owl... are the ones I remember off the top of my head.  That's a surprising number to me.  I was really impressed when Mason pulled "eel" and "fox" out of his head.  The best part is that now that Mrs. R, is having him write his name as part of attendance, he's been wanting to write a lot more.  So, he wrote most of the words on the list, though he has trouble with "r," "k," and "g" among others.  Sometimes I show him, but a lot of the time I let him "get away" with not trying.  I figure he has time to learn how to write and the last thing I want is for it to become a chore and for him to loose interest.

Ooh, another three-letter animal:  pup (as in seal)

Games like the three-letter animal one Mason made up get addictive to me.  We have a book at home that's all about different word games you can play, and Mason is really into the city name game, too.  I'd never heard of it before I read about it in this book.  It's actually a lot of fun.  You start with a city, any city (though the rules officially say the city has to be fairly large, we violate this one in favor of local flavor all the time), say: Saint Paul.  The next person has to come up with a city that starts with the last letter of the city you named, so you could say: London.  Then I'd have to think of a city that starts with N: New York. You'd have to say one that starts with a K: Kalamazoo.... like that.  Mason and I will play this game for HOURS.  

Halloween, as perhaps you've heard, is tomorrow.  Mason and I are going to do a little last minute shopping for his Halloween costume this afternoon.  He wants to be a mummy.  We're going to go get some white mittins and a whilte hat so we don't have to wrap every inch of his body in white sheet strips.  We're actually going to do a practice run today because tomorrow we're going to be without a car for a large portion of the day.  (My brake lights have started working only intermittantly.)

Okay, enough lollygaging.  It's time to get writing.

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