Saturday, March 25, 2017

Biscuit the poet

Biscuit's class recently did a study on poetry. They learned about all different kinds and even wrote some of their own.

Biscuit got all deep on one of his. It was called an "I Am Poem," and each line started with a prompt — I am, I wonder, I wish, etc. Then they had to end it by repeating the first line.

Here are a few lines from his "I Am Poem."

I am a friend, funny and helpful.
I wonder why God made me me.
I wish the world was in perfect peace.
I smile when my friends and family are happy.
I am a friend, funny and helpful.

His teacher got a kick out of it. She saved it and showed it to us at our most recent parent-teacher conference. She said he was beyond his years, and I told her that even though I had heard the term "old soul," I didn't really know what it meant until my boy came along.

And while I'm talking about the parent-teacher conference, our latest one went very well. The boy is doing well in reading, writing and 'rithmatic. And the teacher said she doesn't have to get onto him too much — only for talking, and we all know where he got that from!

One recent night at dinner, Biscuit was telling us all about the different poems they learned about.

"Mom, did you know that not all poems rhyme?" Biscuit said.

"I actually did know that," I told him. "But I'll tell you a secret ... I really like the ones that rhyme. I think they're more fun."

"Me, too," Biscuit said.

"When I learned about rhyming poems, my teacher gave us a trick," I said. "She told us to start at the beginning of the alphabet to look for rhyming words. Like if I wanted to write a poem about Dad, I would start with A and get 'add.' Then B and get 'bad.'

Biscuit seemed to study on that for a minute, then I said, "I have an idea. I'll say a line, then you add a line that rhymes, then Dad can add another line. Then we'll take turns starting new ones."

So I started, and Biscuit added a rhyming line, then Jeff added one, too.

"Okay, now it's Dad's turn to start," I said.

Jeff had surgery a few weeks ago (more about that in another post), so he has stitches in his neck. So he pretended to think for a minute, then said, "I have stitches."

Then I added (in a wicked voice), "Put there by witches!"

The Biscuit said, "And by bitches!"

Then it got really quiet. 

Jeff and I were both looking at Biscuit, then we looked at each other and just lost it. We laughed so hard! I had tears coming out of my eyes.

"What?" Biscuit said. "What's funny?"

"Dude!" I said. "That's a swear word."

"What?" Biscuit said.

"The word you said is a cuss word," I told him.

"I didn't know, guys," Biscuit said. "I didn't know it was a bad word. And I just did what you said with the alphabet."

And he did. A wouldn't work, so he moved on to B!

"You're not in trouble," I said. "You didn't know you were saying a bad word. But don't say it again okay?"

He looked a little relieved, then he grinned.

"I won't say it again," he said.

But Jeff and I just couldn't quit laughing. Poor little man. He was so embarrassed, and we just could not quit laughing.

So as far as I know now, his knowledge of cuss words is up to three. And there's no telling if or when the others will rear their ugly heads!

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Second-grade concert

So I'm not going to write an "okay I'm back" post because every time I do, something else happens to pull me away!

So I'm just going to start like I've been writing all along.

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The second grade had a concert this evening called "Awesome Animals." Guess what it was about? Yep, awesome animals.

They sang five songs, and some of the kids had speaking parts like in a play. Then Biscuit and a bunch of other kids got to hold up pictures they colored of their animals and say something about them.

Kids brought stuff animals to decorate the stage. They stretched
all the way across the front. They also made paper masks in
art class representing their animals. Can you see the plaid
tiger on the left? Yeah, that's Biscuit's. Our boy is
really smart, but he's not so good with the art.



Biscuit somehow or another got the letter T, which meant he got to talk about tigers, his favorite animal. And he had a hard time trying to decide which fact he wanted to share with the audience.



He finally decided that since everybody knows that tigers eat meat and are orange, black and white, he would talk about what tigers do when they get frightened or angry.

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In case it wasn't loud enough, Biscuit said that when tigers are angry or frightened, they growl. And just in case people didn't see the picture he was holding or the mask he was wearing, he said, "By the way, my animal is a tiger." He got a good laugh from the audience.

Then they sang another song about how they couldn't imagine a world without these animals.

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It was a cute program. My only complaint was that Biscuit was behind two taller girls, and we couldn't see him very well. Even so, it didn't take him long to find us. And once he did, he made sure to keep an eye on us.

Now, it's time for a game. Can you spot Biscuit in these two pictures? I told him his animal had good camouflage!


Sunday, February 5, 2017

Copycat

We went out for dinner one night at a restaurant that's at the back of a courtyard. There was a light drizzle falling, when Jeff saw a lamp post, he said it made him think of "Singin' in the Rain."


So he struck a pose similar to Gene Kelly in the movie.


Then, little copycat ran over and struck his own pose. "I want to do it," he said. "Take my picture, too."

He has never seen the movie, but he just had to do what dad did.


Wednesday, February 1, 2017

A tasty treat

I'm probably going to be skipping all over the place until I get caught up with stuff that happened in the second half of 2016.

My family comes here every year to celebrate Thanksgiving. My parents come up the day before, but since my brother and sister-in-law both have to work that Friday, we have our big meal Saturday afternoon.

We needed to eat something on Thanksgiving Day, of course, so I asked Mama what she wanted me to cook.

"Are there restaurants around here that are open on Thanksgiving Day?" she asked.

I was surprised, but happy to tell her that yes, there were restaurants open.

I picked a home-cooking restaurant that I knew they would love. My Daddy is very much a meat-and-potatoes man. So I figured a meat-and-three place would be right up his alley.

We got there, and the place was packed! And there were only a couple of servers. Apparently, the owner/manager didn't think they would have that many customers. He got fooled for sure!

Our server came by and said he would be with us as soon as he could. We all told him to take his time because we weren't in a hurry. That seemed to put him at ease, which of course meant he was going to take good care of us.

He took our drink orders, and when he came back to get our food orders, I told Biscuit to go ahead and order what he wanted.

"Um, could I please have a cheeseburger, plain, and some fries?" Biscuit asked.

"I gotcha big man," the server said. "I like your independence - ordering your own food like that."

The server told us that he really enjoyed serving kids who could speak for themselves. But he said that sometimes the parents are the problem.

"There was one lady who started ordering for her son, but he was trying to tell her that what she was ordering wasn't what he wanted," the server said. "So the kid kept saying what he wanted. And what was funny was that what the kid was saying he wanted was actually more nutritious than what the mom was ordering from him!"

Everybody else ordered, and since there were so many people still there, it took them a while to bring our food out.

Jeff ordered the Thanksgiving special - turkey, dressing, cranberry sauce, etc. and it included a dessert, too.

So at the end of the meal, the server brought Jeff a piece of pecan pie. He slid the saucer toward Jeff, and Jeff said, "I actually can't have pecan pie."

The server must have assumed it was because of an allergy because he jerked that saucer away from Jeff so fast that he almost slung the pie into the floor. Jeff told him it was because of diverticulitis, and the server gave him a choice of some other desserts to choose from.

Then the server looked over at Biscuit.

"Hey, big man," he said, and Biscuit looked up and grinned, "do you like chocolate cake?"

Biscuit had some food in his mouth, so he just nodded.

When the server came back, he gave Jeff a piece of cheesecake and Biscuit a hunk of chocolate bundt cake with a thick chocolate icing.

Biscuit looked at the cake then looked at all of us with big eyes.

"Guys," Biscuit said, "Since that man was nice enough to give me free cake, I'm going to be very polite when I eat this."

He picked up his knife and fork and went to town on that hunk of chocolate. In a very polite way, of course.

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Summer camp

I signed Biscuit up for two weeks of summer camp last week. It's January! And I'm already having to plan his summer activities.

The city we live in isn't small, so if you want to get the good summer camps, you have to sign up early. But January?!

After his kindergarten year, he went to summer camp at the YMCA near our house. It was okay, but he didn't seem excited about going back.

At the end of the summer, he said, "Guys, do you think I could go to a different summer camp next year?"

"Why? I thought you liked camp this year," I said.

"I did," Biscuit said, "but I didn't learn a thing!"

So last year, we swapped it up.

I broke his weeks up so he wouldn't get bored. He spent two weeks at my parents' house (one in June and one in August). He spent four weeks at a camp that's held at a local park. They got to swim every day, and we added on a golf lesson for once a week. Then I got him two weeks of camp at the local children's museum (one called Spy Camp, and the other based on a book of chapter books he's been reading).

The two weeks I've already booked at the children's museum. He'll be doing Harry Potter camp and Lego Robotics camp. He seems really excited.

And we're planning to send him back to the camp at the park, too. He said he definitely wants to take more golf lessons. And of course, he'll be spending two weeks with my parents again, too.

I just can't get over the fact that his summer is pretty much planned out already!

And just as a side note ...

The park camp he went to has their pick-up and drop-off areas marked, and as I was dropping Biscuit off one morning, he saw this sign near the door.


Biscuit said, "Mom! I didn't know I was going to Camp Drop Off!"

"Dude!" I said. "That sounds just as corny as something Grandpa would've said."

And Biscuit laughed and laughed at himself.

"You know what?" I asked him. "Your Grandpa may have left this earth, but his sense of humor flew straight into you."

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

It's about time

Biscuit is learning how to read an analog clock at school. A lot of kids nowadays can only read digital clocks, so I'm glad they're learning it.

When Biscuit's aunt and uncle asked for a Christmas gift idea, I suggested an analog wristwatch. They got him a cute little watch with a velcro band, so he can put it on all by himself.


He wears it to school every day, except the days he has P.E. He says he's afraid of getting it messed up when they do their exercises and play their games.

He still has to count the numbers, so when Jeff asked him what time it was, he said he'd have to think about it.

So I said, "What does it look like when you're thinking?"

And he struck this pose.


He did answer Jeff, but he had to wait a couple of minutes.

"Dad, the big hand is between 3 and 4, and we haven't learned the in between minutes yet," Biscuit said. So he waited until the big hand got to the 4, then said, "Okay, now it's 7:20."

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Out of the mouth of my babe

A few things Biscuit has said recently: 


Be yourself: Biscuit doesn't like milk on his cereal. He actually doesn't eat cereal that often, but when he does, he just wants it in a bowl with a spoon. And he drinks milk with it.

Jeff and I were teasing him about it the other morning.

"That's just weird," I said. "How can you eat cereal without milk?"

"I HAVE milk, Mom," Biscuit said. "It's just not on top of my cereal."

"Dude!" Jeff said. "It's crazy to eat cereal without milk."

This continued for a few minutes, and Biscuit was giving it as good as he was getting it.

About 5 minutes later, Biscuit got a serious look on his face and said, "Guys, I know we were playing earlier, but do you know that Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. says you should never judge people by things. You know, like the color of your skin. Or the things you like and don't like. You know, like how I don't like milk on my cereal."

Really? I love that he knows about MLK, but I don't think cereal was quite what he was preaching about.


Lucky break: Our boy is a picky eater. He's willing to try things without any fuss, but so far there have only been a very few things that he tries and likes.

I put a big hunk of pork in the crockpot this afternoon for dinner tonight, and Biscuit came in and asked, "What kind of meat is that?" And y'all, I considered lying just to make sure he'd eat it!

"It's pork, and you've had it before and liked it," Jeff told him.

We got to the table, and I said, "Shoot! I forgot to make the green beans."

Biscuit grinned real big, wiped his hand across his forehead and said, "Whew!"