This weeks IF was Wrinkles. I have hardly had time to think on it since I was busy with the web server and then with this painting I need to finish (and, um, well, I have been reading a lot as well.) Anyway, I finally came up with something about 5 minutes ago and thought I would post it so I don’t skip another week even though I didn’t do anything to it since I NEED to get to bed.
What could be more wrinkled than the basket of clothes that has been sitting in my living room while I do all this other stuff?
And this is for my husband who requested that I color the doodle of him I did yesterday so he could use it as his forum icon. He is so funny. I would have used this for wrinkles since he is starting to get them but they are only visible when he smiles and you can’t see them from the back of his head–which is what we usually see. 🙂
A doodle I did of my husband last night. This is the view we usually have of him. 🙂
Tsuji Ayano An incredible Japanese singer who plays the ukelele and whom I am currently addicted to listening to.
Studio Ghibli Our favorite anime studio. Home of Miyazaki, a brilliant anime director. If you want to try out anime but have no idea where to start Studio Ghibli productions are the best starting point.
– My Neighbor Totoro
– Whisper of the Heart (my knew favorite)
– Porco Rosso
– Spirited Away
– The Cat Returns
– Howl’s Moving Castle (the book is MUCH better though the movie is wonderful.)
Castle in the Sky
I should note that these are the ones we have seen. There are others we have not seen. My husband and I watch each first then decide if it is suitable for our children–you might say these are comparable to older Disney animations, and in fact, Disney now helps produce them here. Some of these have scary bits but I would say all are suited to 7 and up. Keep in mind–we don’t have cable tv. Our kids don’t experience American tv very often and my husband and I prefer it that way.
“All right. All three of you are spelunking. You each have some granola bars, some water, 20 ft. of rope and a flashlight. You are about 10 ft. into the cave and you hear a human shout ahead. You cannot tell which of the four caves ahead of you it is in. What do you do? ”
To any geek this sounds like a typical D&D campaign, or at least part of one. It isn’t–it is our car game. Instead of dice deciding–since the game master mom is driving I try to consider their solutions and decide whether it is possible that it might work. At each decision there is a chance that something will go wrong or “rocks fall everybody dies” but in general this is a much simpler (and much less deadly) version of the geeky game and one that fosters story telling and problem solving.
The kids enjoy coming up with possible solutions and have many opportunities to try again and test different theories. In this case it took about 20 minutes (half the drive home from Grandma’s) to come up with a solution to the problem. They managed to find and save the fellow spelunker who had fallen into a hole about 70 ft into the cave.
On the same car ride they managed to rescue a kite from a tree and find a way to get home should our car stop five miles from town (they were able to figure out where the car was stuck based on the direction and and chose the person who was closest to come and get them.)
The game is very similar to the role playing people tend to do with younger children but geared towards building their communication and problem solving skills ( most of the “rocks fall everybody dies” endings occur when the person planning isn’t clear about their solution and leaves out vital details like holding breath or turning on flashlights.)
I got to thinking about it (and playing it) today after talking to the kids about the passing of D&D game designer Gary Gargax while wandering around Borders Books today.
When something is a requirement it is hard for the rebellious nature not to rebel. When learning is a choice then the rebellious will choose it because they really do want to learn. And when a person really does want to learn something that person will find a way.
- When we went to the library last week my son asked for Hooked on Phonics: level 1, my daughters asked if they could get books to read. I reluctantly agreed only because we pay quite a lot in library fines because they forget which they got out.
- Before bed my son read a book with me because he wanted to learn to read it. He also asked if he could play the Hooked on Phonics game in the morning. I told him he had to get his work done first (Mondays he throws all their dirty laundry down the step, move it to the hall where he has to sort it, plus put away all the pots ad pans and plastic items from the dishwasher.)
- He woke at 8:30 and before he got his breakfast he had done the dirty laundry, not only the upstairs but also all the dirty laundry from the bedroom and the bathroom and he did everyone’s dishes, not just his own. He then came and told me and asked if he could play his game. (He has played it before and knows the answers pretty well but he is a cautious child and wants to REALLY know things before moving on.)
- He spent an hour playing the Hooked on Phonics game which moves you through reading all sorts of three letter words then asked to go outside after he ate breakfast.
- He went off to visit our elderly neighbor, who loves having company and happily reads him books, plays restaurant with him, and watches as he builds amazing towers with her set of blocks.
- He spent hours playing happily in his room with his magnetics, exploring the world of magnetism and time outside with one of his plastic swords fighting off the monstrous trees that have invaded our backyard in search of fair princesses who need rescued or pretending he is a tiny little man inside my father’s back hoe moving sand around our fire pit and covering and rediscovering matchbox cars.
- He asked to play Number Rings with me (a math game put out by Discovery Toys that requires the players to add, subtract, multiply, and divide 3 dice in order to fill in all the numbers from 1-18.) He then proceeded to beat me with only a little help with multiplication from me.
- At bedtime he read If You Give a Pig a Pancake with only little help from me.
- The next morning he he asked if he could do his school work. He then proceeded to get out all his workbooks and do page after page of his phonics workbook–effectively teaching himself all the long a spellings and reading them on his own. This after spending some time outside and realizing it was too cold and putting away 20 items in his room so he could go outside in the first place.
This is the same child who, when told he HAS to do something gets very worked up and can’t possibly get anything out of it because he is too busy being upset. Each of my children are different and he is my methodical self-motivated child. This child would be in trouble constantly in school because he can NOT sit still and can NOT be quiet (he makes noise and moves around all through our church time and reading time although if he is engrossed in a project he can be still). When he works on workbook pages he talks constantly and then gets up and runs around the house jumping off the furniture and shouting cock-a-doodle doo (his latest noise discovery.)
When I was a kid I was fascinated with the outdoors. I would spend all summer outside,carrying a backpack full of essentials including my favorite doll, a Tupperware cup full of homemade lemonade, colored pencils, book, and notebook. I am sure I had a first aide kit of sorts in there as well as some natural books and other things that seemed necessary to being out in the woods.Read More
This one is interesting. I sketched Rachel while was lying down reading a pile of books. (She had a bit of a fever from molars moving which means we have to be careful of seizures. A little slater she went outside so she is fine. :)) I later took the sketch, which was relatively happy with and inked it, except I managed to ink a line right through the middle–stupid hands. So, this sketch is a resketch completely from memory. She kind of has a bobble head thing going(the head is at the wrong angle and too big, yet somehow it works in a weird sort of way) but all together I like the sketch.
Today I spent some time sketching as Issac moved about and built an impressive city out of the memory rocks we keep in a giant bowl by the fire place. He has all kinds of building toys but loves balancing rocks one on another and spent 45 minutes at it after playing out in the snow. Because he was moving about an building as boys do the sketch is more impression than any attempt to capture Issac as he is.
I am relatively happy with this one–not perfect but all right considering my hands hurt today. I am really happy with the look on her face, which is the look she had. Vrry tricky with such a small space to work with.
My hands were really hurting by the time I finished this one so I didn’t finish it completely. The background and bottom are unfinished but it is time for me to stop so I will be able to type tomorrow. One of the big things with having RA is knowing when to quit.
I will probably not do doodles over the weekend. Instead I will start up again on Monday, God willing.