A collection of things I thought about this week, brought to you in “fun size” packages (because my thoughts are not profound enough for full size or king size posts.)
Who Invited The Brilliant Kid?
I accidentally started a playgroup. I know, hurray for me, the woman who has spend the last 10 months complaining that she doesn’t know anyone. Oh, and I really like the parents and the kids in my playgroup. It couldn’t be better.
Except J. Actually, I really like J. He is always happy, always friendly, likes to share. Only one problem with J… he is three weeks older than Little Dude and I am pretty sure he can recite Shakespeare.
I was happy that Little Dude started to put two words together… “Up” is now “Up, Please.” Of course, this is what Little Dude says when he wants me to roll DOWN the window in the van. Still, I was completely satisfied, satisfied until we started hanging out with cute, friendly, happy J.
Seriously, I like you alot, J. But these long conversations that you are happy to carry on with me, that are perfectly in context, in which you enunciate clearly and actually make a point, well, they are really getting on my nerves.
I know they say you should never compare children. That is excellent advice. Here is another piece of advice; don’t allow geniuses into your playgroup (no matter how charming they or their parents are.)
Reading and the iPhone
I just read Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson. It is a true story about a mountain climber turned advocate who is raising money and building schools in Pakistan, Afghanistan and probably some other stans.
This is the first time I have read with a book in one hand and my iPhone in the other. It was an amazing experience. First, I could look up the words that I didn’t know the meaning of (usually I just skip them thinking – it can’t be THAT important.) Also, I could look up Muslim phrases, words and concepts. My understanding of the book was completely enhanced by this capability. And to be able to do it quickly without
having to get off my lazy ass to find a dictionary losing the flow of the story was awesome.
But the very best part was using my Maps app. I was able to follow Mortenson’s journey by satellite (or regular) map as he traveled in the Himalayas and described ancient trade routes through remote areas that have become such significant factors in our modern lives (think Bin Laden’s favorite cave).
I highly recommend both the book and the iPhone. And to truly get the most out of your reading experience, you will also need a Diet Coke and a bag of Red Vines.
More Proof That You Can Adopt And Support Your Child’s Birthplace
Last fall I wrote about Julie and the amazing things she is doing to support her Ethiopian born childrens’ birthplace (library, school and well!). Now I know another set of parents who are about to do some amazing work in Ethiopia to support their son’s birthplace.
Tamara is an agriculture expert. Her husband, Ryan, is a veterinarian. How auspicious that their talents are needed in the same area where their beautiful son, Judah, was born. Check out Tamara’s blog if you want to find out how you can help Ethiopians in the Wolita region develop the tools they need to have long-term food security.
Does Your Computer Ever Send You Messages Through Word Verification? Yeah, Mine Doesn’t Either – That Would Be Crazy.
Do you ever think the Universe is trying to send you a message through word verification scrambles? I have only commented on two blogs tonight. The first word verification I got was Horde. Yeah, no kidding, Universe, I know my house is disgusting.
The thing is, SAG is out of town and the kids are behaving in a manner I have never experienced before (but I suspect it resembles the way crack addicts behave). Earlier tonight, as I made my fourth attempt to get Little Dude to sleep, I could hear PJ dragging furniture down the hallway. It started me thinking, “If she really gets hurt and I have to call 911, the authorities will take her away. Not because of suspected child abuse, but because of the state of my house.” Then I started wondering if they would think it was strange if I met them in front of the house and refused to let them in. Really, I need to quit blogging and do some dishes.
And if Horde wasn’t enough, the word verification for my second comment was poecrunt. Interpret it at your own risk.