What’s the Name of the Game?

Yesterday, I taught a bunch of kids how to play a drinking game.

This wasn’t my intention (of course), nor did they KNOW they were playing a drinking game, but still. . . at some point in their later years, they may bump into this game again and think, “HEY, I remember playing this. . .when I was SEVEN!”.

What happened was that I had taken my kids to our weekly homeschool co-op. As the name ‘co-op’ implies, all us parents are involved in deciding what topics we teach and are the actual teachers. We take turns running each four-week session, which is held in an available church with classrooms and a big gym.

One of the moms had decided to teach American Sign Language for this session, and was using the book “Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What do you See?” to teach the signs for colors and animals. She was going to be absent this week, and asked me to take over the class. I agreed, although I know about as much sign language as. . . well, let’s just say there is a four-year old in our group that can kick my butt (in sign, of course).

It was not a problem to fill up a thirty-minute class for the younger kids. But, the older kids are so smart, so quick to catch on, I sensed that I would need to do something to catch their attention.

Enter, Thumper.

Do any of you remember Thumper? It is a pretty innocent drinking game (that I haven’t played in YEARS, I’ll have you know), where each person makes a gesture, or sign, to represent themselves. Once everyone has decided on a gesture, the group begins to drum on the table all together. The first person makes their gesture and then another person’s, that person makes their gesture and then someone else’s. This keeps going, getting faster and faster, until someone forgets their own sign or cannot think of anyone else’s. The person who screws up has to take a drink.

Well, take away the alcohol, and this is what we did. Each person was a different animal sign (I was ‘bear’, which looks like I’m giving myself a big hug with my clawed hands). The kids started off slowly at first but then understood what makes this funny: two people got into an endless circle of targeting just each other, back and forth, back and forth. Cat + Bird; Bird+ Cat; Cat + Bird; Bird+ Cat, and on and on. I don’t think that any of us will ever forget the signs for the animals we were: bird, cat, bear, monkey, horse, cow, dog, lion.

I also find it interesting that in this group of six-to-ten year olds, not one child made a mistake.

Which leads me to this conclusion: drinking alcohol makes you less competent than a six-year old.

Isn’t She Lovely?

Like the new look? My new banner and bloggy style comes from none other than the marvelous IzzyMom. I feel so grown up now! It seems fitting that I’d do this shortly before my one year anniversary, which falls on October 9th.

Now, if I could only figure out what I’m supposed to do on this site, I’d feel like a ‘real’ blogger! I was really excited that my Technorati Authority Number was 39, but I think the higher numbers are better—so, in other words, I actually suck.

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In other news, it seems sadly ironic that this past week, Belly picked “Meerkats” as the creature she wanted to study (for science she picks a new creature every week). We read Meerkat books, colored Meerkat pictures and even watched Season 1 of Meerkat Manor, a show we had never seen before.

And, now, tonight, I get word that Flower, the feisty and brave leader of the “Whiskers” family, is dead (she actually died in February, but the news just aired). Fairly Odd Father sent me this link to an E! News story about her death.

Yes, of course, I cried.

This week, we’re learning about beetles. Ain’t no way I’m crying over a beetle.

Underachievers U.

A friend sent this email and link yesterday:

11 year old homeschooler goes to college…
(link)


My (smart-ass) email back to her?

Yes, college—-where within 2 weeks, I’d lost my virginity, did my first beer funnel and smoked pot. That is EXACTLY what I’d want for my 11 year old! ; )

I’ll stick with slow and steady, thankyouverymuch.

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I’ve been thinking a lot about our goals for homeschooling, especially with the start of the school year just ahead of us. I vacillate between excitement and terror that my daughter’s first-grade education is in my hands.

My goal right now is to just make it through the year with her interest in learning, experiencing and discovering intact. Oh, and it’d be great to still like each other by year’s end.

My goals do not involve Belly earning a Ph.D by 16.

She’s growing up way too fast as it is.