Category Archives: The Kids

Chip Off The Old Writer’s Block

As I begin to consciously work on writing on a regular basis, I am drawn to a comment on my son’s report card from this, his 4th grade year.  Under the comments in the Language Arts section, his teacher writes:

He also wrote several wonderful life stories which he was so proud of because they were several paragraphs long.  He included dialogue, inner monologue and emotion.”

I have always recognized Jamison’s vivid imagination.  He can sit for long stretches with a blank page and a couple of crayons and sketch out some very detailed battle plans for his Lego armies.  He will alter and make changes to the sketch, as his story evolves.  Recently he has taken a strong interest in Lego stop-animation and really wants to make a short film.   He has story ideas and will surf on YouTube for hours watching other films to get ideas.  He has found a handful of Lego sites and he will scour them looking for the precise pieces he will need for his movie.

For a couple of years now I have been pleased that he seems to have inherited my love of reading and he will always volunteer to come with me to a bookstore or the library, simply to browse.  He even gained my twisted love of office supply stores!  It seems we also share an interest in telling stories, both those about our lives and those we dream up.

I can’t wait to see what he will come up with next!

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He Gets It Honestly

I spent a portion of my day today doing ECGs.  I think I did three or four … I lost count.  Anyway, all of the patients giggled at me, as I quietly (or not so much so) mumbled to myself every step of the way.  Yes.  When I’m doing something like that, where I need to concentrate, I tend to talk to myself.

Flash forward to right this second.  I’m sitting here trying to get a few things accomplished (aka: catching up on my reader feed) and my son is sitting on the floor in front of me.  Playing a game of chess.  Against himself.  Totally doing an out-loud play-by-play of the match.  Against himself.  I am hearing things like this:

“Boom!  Nothing can hurt you!”

“I can’t believe he moved his king there!”

“And so … he takes the knight … he’s in check!”

I started to giggle to myself and was reminded of the giggling earlier today that was directed to me … for basically the same thing.

PS:  Ignore my sub-standard photo quality.  My camera is with my husband.  In Sweden.

PPS:  Don’t judge my son’s unique choice of snack combinations (Blizzard with a yogurt and cashew chaser)