I recently read an article about the game show Jeopardy. It is right there behind Wheel of Fortune as one of the longest running game shows ever. The article mentioned that people enjoy it today almost as much as they did in the past, but the novelty of recalling facts is losing its coolness. Because we can Google anything we want at pretty much any time we want, having the skill of remembering tidbits is no longer required or valued as highly.
Is this a good thing? Or a bad thing? Or does this even matter? I certainly have not put any facts to long term memory recently. I have memorized about eleven telephone numbers, but more than half of them I learned before age 15 and some are obsolete now. The sharpness of our brains depends upon our working it. We learn more vocabulary by reading. We become better problem solvers by routinely thinking creatively. We hone our ability to recall things when we put our memory to the test often. With so much info at our fingertips are we really smarter? Or is Googling making us dumber? I cannot say that I have read anywhere that this deluge of facts is making us less smart, but I have to wonder how it does affect our brains.
No science here, just questions. But isn't that where science begins? Okay, enough with my philosophical questions. I'd better get to memorizing a quote or verse of scripture or maybe even a poem from Shel Silverstein's Where the Sidewalk Ends.
Ansel is an adventurer, he can run fast, and he loves to brush his 12 (soon to be 13) teeth. His favorite books are On Market Street by Anita and Arnold Lobel and Circus Numbers by Rodney Peppé. He loves a good tune and dances like a pro. He likes to sing "Lollipop." He kicks the soccer ball and bounces the basketball. He gets excited about all technology items that begin with an "i." And he very much enjoys being around people. Friends, I present to you toddler Ansel.
Bah, I typed up a science post for this week. It was almost done and then, bam, iPad out of battery power. It turned off and nothing was saved. Darn. I didn't have the energy to type it all up again, so no bp's science for this week. I'll try again next week :)
But this post is about a much cooler thing, Oliver. He is such a fun kid. And a ham.
The other day he was swinging on the play set so very high and said, "Mom, I'm using all my allergy!" He meant "energy."
He likes to make up words and give them meanings. The latest: imbince, which is to make someone fall without them knowing what's coming.
The other day I taught him the art of drawing on magazine faces. He took to it quite quickly and made a mustachioed man playing golf.
Oliver always asks how long it will be until we go to our planned event for the day. Whether I reply 10 minutes or two hours he always says, "That's not very long." Patient boy.
And just to add, Oliver got up before me (Jess was up and showering) one morning and did this.
It's his version of the phonetic alphabet. My favorite: aich for H.
We've celebrated two birthdays over here that need mention. Happy birthday to Ollie (for whom I have no photos since misplacing my camera) and Jess. Two top notch people, guaranteed! And look at this drive-way birthday card (that Oliver made with Grandma). Part of it reads, "HB:J!" which translated is, "Happy Birthday: Jess!" Little does Oliver know he is already hip to text-like talk, although he came up with it entirely by himself.
On another note, Jess and I recently discussed text acronyms and phrases that we know and some we haven't a clue. We also discussed shortened words like awks, cray cray, and totes. And before I make any sarcastic comments, I guess I should withhold judgment because, as a teen, I shortened words all over the place.
Yesterday, the kids and I saw a squirrel with his mouth full, and I mean so full, of acorns run across the top of our fence. I love when I see things in real life that I have heard about my whole life but never experienced.
Has this happened to you?
About a year ago I saw a bird pulling a worm out of the ground; tugging, and tugging, and tugging. You know, like you see in the cartoons. I had seen birds pull worms and eat them, but never tugging, it was great.
Then there was the first time I saw a glow bug, a pineapple plant, a blueberry bush. All experienced with a sense of awe at this neat world we live in.
Ansel is at that stage where everything is new and amazing. Yesterday he went swimming for the first time. Amazing. Studied the drain at the splash pad. Amazing. And he continues to discover each day, observing and picking up bugs. Amazing. Walking in a canyon stream, touching the rocks and pebbles. Amazing. He's learning to use a spoon, dig around in the sandbox, make car noises. He loves people and has no fear. I call this the little scientist stage and I've got to say I hope neither of my kids ever let it leave them entirely.