Studies have shown that it can be dangerous to label your child as being "smart". If a child thinks they're intelligent then they prefer to complete tasks that they can already do well, rather than taking risks by trying something that they're not immediately good at. We should instead praise children for working hard and doing their best so they'll be willing to try new things and expand their knowledge.
Whatever.
Alex is going to be super intelligent. With parents like us, how could she not? She'll be some kind of bilingual computer-geek science-nerd musician who is positively terrible at sport.
In an effort to encourage her super intelligence, I've already signed her up for a library card at the tender age of three months. She doesn't have an IRD number or savings account yet, but she has a library card damnit.
But why stop there? Here she is brushing up on some MENSA questions.
ram·bling - Adjective - /ˈramb(ə)liNG/ - 1. (of writing or speech) Lengthy and confused or inconsequential
30 November 2010
27 November 2010
Photos
We went to the Botanic Garden this afternoon. The plants were all very good, but we spent most of our time camera-watching. There were some very nice cameras about and some people trying to be very artsy with their not-so-nice cameras. Suckers.
We also went to the supermarket (I told you my life was thrilling) where the man offering free grapes asked how the breastfeeding was going (!) and then discussed his wife's rather nasty sounding mastitis with me while Nev escaped to buy way too many strawberries. The grapes were tasty though. Around by the milk, a random lady cooed over Alex and then informed us that without a doubt we should have four children. She only has two, you see, and there is a four year age difference so they just don't play together like children in larger families do. *nod*
Anyway. Here are some photos of a baby and some flowers. And some ducks.
We also went to the supermarket (I told you my life was thrilling) where the man offering free grapes asked how the breastfeeding was going (!) and then discussed his wife's rather nasty sounding mastitis with me while Nev escaped to buy way too many strawberries. The grapes were tasty though. Around by the milk, a random lady cooed over Alex and then informed us that without a doubt we should have four children. She only has two, you see, and there is a four year age difference so they just don't play together like children in larger families do. *nod*
Anyway. Here are some photos of a baby and some flowers. And some ducks.
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26 November 2010
Bloggy blog blog
So, I thought I would start a blog. Given that my past attempts at journals and diaries all fizzled out, I'm not sure why I concluded that this time would be any different.
My days currently consist of baby talk, changing nappies, chasing cats who like to climb fences (Basil!!) and doing housework. Maybe a bit of grocery shopping and bill paying thrown in for variety. Hardly thrilling material.
I like to do a spot of photography, however referring to above thrilling material, most photos are of cats or baby, sometimes a pretty flower. I really don't want to be posting pictures of cats on the internet every day, do I? That wouldn't be very good for my nerd credibility.
Maybe I could post about crafty things I have done? Well, I'd have to actually complete a project before that could happen.
Oh well. I'm sure I'll think of something.
My days currently consist of baby talk, changing nappies, chasing cats who like to climb fences (Basil!!) and doing housework. Maybe a bit of grocery shopping and bill paying thrown in for variety. Hardly thrilling material.
I like to do a spot of photography, however referring to above thrilling material, most photos are of cats or baby, sometimes a pretty flower. I really don't want to be posting pictures of cats on the internet every day, do I? That wouldn't be very good for my nerd credibility.
Maybe I could post about crafty things I have done? Well, I'd have to actually complete a project before that could happen.
Oh well. I'm sure I'll think of something.
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