Archive for January, 2012

Upside Up

Tuesday, January 24th, 2012

On Sunday we went to Kona Kitchen for a late breakfast. After we ordered, our server brought over some crayons for the girls, along with several pages taken from a coloring book. I love it when restaurants do this. I love it when they bring coloring supplies, and I really love it when it’s not the whole coloring book but some fresh pages torn out instead. When it’s the whole book, it can be hard for the girls to find a page that hasn’t been scribbled on, and also I sit there wondering how many kids have sneezed on it. Bleah. But when just a few (fresh, clean) pages are brought, there are no such problems. (Why yes, I am a bit of a germophobe. I’m working on it though. Dirt is good!)

So the two girls were sitting across from each other, coloring away. The 5 year old finished her picture and then wrote her name on the paper. Then, to be helpful, she wrote the 2 year old’s name on her paper, while the 2 year old was still coloring on it. So, she wrote it upside down. Sort of:

upside down

When viewed right side up:

upside up

Awesome.
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When she was littler, the 5 year old used to say upside up instead of right side up. It was one of my favorite inventions of hers. Now that the 2 year old is talking more and more, I can’t wait to see what kinds of words she invents.

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Train of thought

Saturday, January 7th, 2012

[Morning. I am in the shower. The girls are up and about — the five year old is on the loose in the living room, and the two year old is in her high chair finishing her yogurt. Their daddy is upstairs sleeping.]

My train of thought:

Oh, hot water, I think you might be my best friend.

Is that screaming? I can’t tell. Wonder what it’s about. Is it screaming or laughing? Definitely screaming. Huh, bet that’s going to wake up the daddy. But what could the screaming be about?

Still screaming. When he comes down, what awful scene will he come upon? Oh look, there’s a little 5 year old with an almost severed head. Huh. That is a terrible thought. What is wrong with my brain? And how could a severed head be screaming anyway?

How is it that a severed head can’t just go on living? They do on Futurama. Now that’s got to be confusing for the kids.*

But really, why doesn’t a head just stay aware and alive? Well, duh: the head needs the blood supply to keep running. Not just the brain either, but the eyes too and all the rest. But then how long does it take a severed head to shut down? I’ll bet those spectators at the public executions during the French Revolution knew exactly how long it took.

So the head needs the blood supply. And it needs the body to carry it around. And it also needs the body to do the whole reproduction thing. But what else?

Is the mind in the head? In the brain? Or is it in the whole body, in all the cells? Or is it somewhere else? Or is it nowhere?

OMG

WHERE IS THE MIND

…Quiet out there now. Order restored. Gotta love the daddy.

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I am astonished it took so much typing to get down about 1.5 minutes of wandering thoughts.
Also: where is my mind?

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* I don’t mean my kids. I mean kids in general. Who might get the wrong idea about the viability of a severed head from watching a cartoon. But then they know it’s made up, don’t they? I’ll bet they have no problem with that distinction.

We used to let the 5 year old watch The Simpsons and Futurama, from when she was a baby until she was three or so. She loved it. Probably something about all the bright colors and music and funny voices. But then there were a few, shall we say, Language Incidents.

Incident #1: she was joking around with daddy and said, in sly disagreement with him, “No it isn’t, you very bastard.”

Incident #2: she was on her way out of a room, and to say goodbye to her daddy and sister, she said “See you later, losers!”

HA! But yeah, no more Bart after that, and definitely no more Bender.

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