Showing posts with label proud parent. Show all posts
Showing posts with label proud parent. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Photo Of The Day II
This is a screen capture of last night's 'Dancing with the Stars'. Cher was in the audience to support her son Chaz Bono. During last night's performance, he received his highest score of the season - a 21.
It's clear to see that mama was proud of her little boy.
My Little Girl Is A Genius
It's bizarre how her little mind works. She asked a question about the "big penny" she had in her hand. It was so mind blowing I had to record it and post it on YouTube. Take a look:
She also said it looks like a "paint factory". I haven't quite translated that one, yet. Her thought process is just staggering sometimes.
We have had her intelligence level tested by a psychologist within the last few months. When it came to reasoning and logic, she tested on a 9 to 11 year old level. She was making correlations on the test that were stumping a couple of us.
For example, there would be six pictures on a page, two sets of three. On the surface, none of the pictures had any relation to each other. She would say (for example, I don't remember any specifics), "The balloon flies and the bird flies". And her memory. My lord. She was able to remember, and repeat back, a sequence of five or six numbers in a row. She's only three.
I started teaching her how to play chess yesterday. We focused on the names of the pieces and how each piece moved. She still has a hard time grasping the concept of strategy. We play Tic-Tac-Toe, and you can tell that there are times that she understands that she needs to block me. Other times, she's just blindly dropping Xs.
Still she makes Mommy and Daddy extremely proud.
She also said it looks like a "paint factory". I haven't quite translated that one, yet. Her thought process is just staggering sometimes.
We have had her intelligence level tested by a psychologist within the last few months. When it came to reasoning and logic, she tested on a 9 to 11 year old level. She was making correlations on the test that were stumping a couple of us.
For example, there would be six pictures on a page, two sets of three. On the surface, none of the pictures had any relation to each other. She would say (for example, I don't remember any specifics), "The balloon flies and the bird flies". And her memory. My lord. She was able to remember, and repeat back, a sequence of five or six numbers in a row. She's only three.
I started teaching her how to play chess yesterday. We focused on the names of the pieces and how each piece moved. She still has a hard time grasping the concept of strategy. We play Tic-Tac-Toe, and you can tell that there are times that she understands that she needs to block me. Other times, she's just blindly dropping Xs.
Still she makes Mommy and Daddy extremely proud.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
My Little Civil Rights Activist
The three of us were running errands this morning, and pulled into a parking lot next to a flat bed tow truck. The truck was in the final moments of picking up a car, and was about to pull out.
Lennon asked us what kind of truck that was in the parking lot. We explained that it was called a tow truck. I told her that it picks up cars, and takes them to the mechanic if they need to be fixed. Then, I said that sometimes the tow truck picks up cars and takes them to the police station.
Instantly, she had a concerned look on her face. She said, "They can't take those cars to the police station, Daddy. People need those cars to go to work."
I looked at her with a smile on my face. "That's right, honey. They sure do. Give me a high five."
She makes daddy so proud.
Lennon asked us what kind of truck that was in the parking lot. We explained that it was called a tow truck. I told her that it picks up cars, and takes them to the mechanic if they need to be fixed. Then, I said that sometimes the tow truck picks up cars and takes them to the police station.
Instantly, she had a concerned look on her face. She said, "They can't take those cars to the police station, Daddy. People need those cars to go to work."
I looked at her with a smile on my face. "That's right, honey. They sure do. Give me a high five."
She makes daddy so proud.
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