Like most kids these days, Lora is an absolute WIZ on the computer. Seriously. She can do just about anything (not involving software and, heck, maybe even that if she tried!)
Apparently YouTube is filled with these tween-made videos that feature today's teen heartthrob stars, complete with still photos snagged from the web and a little plot. She has made about a dozen, and they've all been viewed more than 1,000 times!!!
Seriously.
And judging from the comments she reads to me, they're considered to be pretty good.
So the other day when she was at the computer and I asked, "Whatcha doin'?" and she replied "I'm making a game," I took it in stride.
You go girl, I thought.
But later, when she showed me this Power Point game, actually a quiz on rocks and minerals featuring flash graphics, I nearly fell on the floor.
Seriously.
Well, Marty was so impressed that he saved it on a jump drive for her (she didn't quite know how to do that -- yet) so she could bring it to school.
And she did.
Her teacher was impressed as well.
"You made that?" the teacher asked, probably as incredulous as I was.
"Yep."
"By yourself?
"Yep."
"Your dad didn't help you?"
To which Lora replied -- with accompanying eye roll: "My dad doesn't know how to do this."
You go girl!!!
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Catching up
So sue me... I'm a terrible mom.
I haven't chronicled EVERYTHING my child has done in the last year. Almost a year...
Hey. I do have a life.
So what has she done since November when I last told you (my, what, TWO readers) what she was up to?
She turned 9.
She grew another three inches.
She cut her hair short.
She stopped wearing dresses every day.
She stopped wearing pink every day.
She played basketball, finishing the season with ONE basket, ONE rebound and ONE steal.
She played volleyball again, struggling to serve the ball over the net with any real consistency.
She learned how to make a Power Point video and upload it to YouTube.
She learned that Miley Cyrus is no longer a good role model for her (her words, not mine!)
She learned about a TV show called "Glee," with kids who can sing.
She found a fabulous new singing teacher who is really helping her voice mature.
She learned that girls can be mean. And fickle.
She still wants to cuddle at night and early in the morning.
She still comes to me when she has a bad dream.
She still hates to take a bath and eat at the table.
And she still hasn't learned how to put away her laundry or pick her dirty socks off the floor.
She IS learning to write. Rather, she knows how to write. Rather well. She writes stories, poems, songs. Sometimes they are so good I want to ask her where she read that. I'm really thinking, "There is no way my 9-year-old child could have written that." But she did.
So, really, not very much has changed in the last year.
She still just amazes me. And steals my heart every day.
I haven't chronicled EVERYTHING my child has done in the last year. Almost a year...
Hey. I do have a life.
So what has she done since November when I last told you (my, what, TWO readers) what she was up to?
She turned 9.
She grew another three inches.
She cut her hair short.
She stopped wearing dresses every day.
She stopped wearing pink every day.
She played basketball, finishing the season with ONE basket, ONE rebound and ONE steal.
She played volleyball again, struggling to serve the ball over the net with any real consistency.
She learned how to make a Power Point video and upload it to YouTube.
She learned that Miley Cyrus is no longer a good role model for her (her words, not mine!)
She learned about a TV show called "Glee," with kids who can sing.
She found a fabulous new singing teacher who is really helping her voice mature.
She learned that girls can be mean. And fickle.
She still wants to cuddle at night and early in the morning.
She still comes to me when she has a bad dream.
She still hates to take a bath and eat at the table.
And she still hasn't learned how to put away her laundry or pick her dirty socks off the floor.
She IS learning to write. Rather, she knows how to write. Rather well. She writes stories, poems, songs. Sometimes they are so good I want to ask her where she read that. I'm really thinking, "There is no way my 9-year-old child could have written that." But she did.
So, really, not very much has changed in the last year.
She still just amazes me. And steals my heart every day.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
It has been too long since I have updated this blog.
I am sorry for that. Not so much for the two readers who follow it, but for me. And for her.
My baby girl is growing up. Too fast. And I don't just mean because she is nearly as tall as me.
She reads J-14 and 16 Magazine. She loves the Jonas Brothers. And Taylor Lautner. And Taylor Swift. She knows they are dating.
She still watches the Disney Channel (thank God), but she also has discovered The Nanny on Nick-at-Nite. She laughs at her clothes and hair.
She played her first sport this year -- volleyball. Coached by her dad. She did great! The team finished second in the (three-team) league. The first time she wore her uniform, she proclaimed, "I'm a sporter!" And she made us take her to the Sports Pub for a burger -- "Cause I'm a sporter now!"
But she is still a little girl. I still watch her walk to her friend's house across the street. I still won't let her wait for the bus alone. Or get off it. She still wants to snuggle at night and in the morning. But she wants to shave her legs.
And she still makes her list for Santa. Of course, now she goes to ToysRUs.com to do it, pouring over all the wonderful items. She wants a DS game system. And a Barbie camper. (I wanted a Barbie camper too when I was a kid.)
As her list stretched on and on, she paused.
"Do you think Santa will be able to bring all this stuff?" she asked.
Nice of her to ask.
"I don't know," I replied. "What do you think?"
"Maybe I should pick a few things," she said.
She's a good kid.
I am sorry for that. Not so much for the two readers who follow it, but for me. And for her.
My baby girl is growing up. Too fast. And I don't just mean because she is nearly as tall as me.
She reads J-14 and 16 Magazine. She loves the Jonas Brothers. And Taylor Lautner. And Taylor Swift. She knows they are dating.
She still watches the Disney Channel (thank God), but she also has discovered The Nanny on Nick-at-Nite. She laughs at her clothes and hair.
She played her first sport this year -- volleyball. Coached by her dad. She did great! The team finished second in the (three-team) league. The first time she wore her uniform, she proclaimed, "I'm a sporter!" And she made us take her to the Sports Pub for a burger -- "Cause I'm a sporter now!"
But she is still a little girl. I still watch her walk to her friend's house across the street. I still won't let her wait for the bus alone. Or get off it. She still wants to snuggle at night and in the morning. But she wants to shave her legs.
And she still makes her list for Santa. Of course, now she goes to ToysRUs.com to do it, pouring over all the wonderful items. She wants a DS game system. And a Barbie camper. (I wanted a Barbie camper too when I was a kid.)
As her list stretched on and on, she paused.
"Do you think Santa will be able to bring all this stuff?" she asked.
Nice of her to ask.
"I don't know," I replied. "What do you think?"
"Maybe I should pick a few things," she said.
She's a good kid.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
The last month of being seven
Lora has her first "crush."
It's New Year's Eve and she met the son of the son of a friend of ours, who is the same age as she. They become fast friends, spend the evening running around the house together. By midnight, she is smitten. They share a midnight HUG and toast each other with Sprite. On the way home, he is all she wants to talk about.
Lora: That Andrew is pretty nice. I think he's going to be by second husband.
New Year's Day...
We fix all the traditional dishes -- black-eyed peas for luck, coleslaw for fortune and mom's roast.
Lora doesn't eat much.
Dad: There are children starving all over the world!
Lora: Yeah, well I'm not one of 'em.
It's New Year's Eve and she met the son of the son of a friend of ours, who is the same age as she. They become fast friends, spend the evening running around the house together. By midnight, she is smitten. They share a midnight HUG and toast each other with Sprite. On the way home, he is all she wants to talk about.
Lora: That Andrew is pretty nice. I think he's going to be by second husband.
New Year's Day...
We fix all the traditional dishes -- black-eyed peas for luck, coleslaw for fortune and mom's roast.
Lora doesn't eat much.
Dad: There are children starving all over the world!
Lora: Yeah, well I'm not one of 'em.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Chew on this!
The whole family has gathered because of an illness in the family. Uncle Val is teaching Lora to play the electric guitar. And she is thrilled to death. The possibilities for this child seem endless -- almost.
"You know," she says. "Some people, well not me because I don't have any teeth right now, but some people can even play the guitar with their teeth!"
Someday, baby.
"You know," she says. "Some people, well not me because I don't have any teeth right now, but some people can even play the guitar with their teeth!"
Someday, baby.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
That's Encouraging
Today I, Lora's mom, had to do one of those new-fangled Internet live chats. I think it went rather well. I was worried because I've been getting some rather unflattering comments from yahoos on the Internet forums. .... But Marty was in school all day and missed it. So when he got home I made him go check it out. Lora was nearby and saw it when Marty pulled it up.
Suddenly, I got a call at work:
Lora: Mom! You know that site, NOLA.com? If you go there and click on Live Chat, it has your picture on it!
Me: Really? (I had not seen the photo they chose, so I went to look. I did not like it) Ew. That's not a good picture of me.
Lora: Yes it is! You look beautiful. I think people are going to say, "Lori Lyons looks beautiful." Not, "Lori Lyons should quit her job because she doesn't know what she's doing."
Suddenly, I got a call at work:
Lora: Mom! You know that site, NOLA.com? If you go there and click on Live Chat, it has your picture on it!
Me: Really? (I had not seen the photo they chose, so I went to look. I did not like it) Ew. That's not a good picture of me.
Lora: Yes it is! You look beautiful. I think people are going to say, "Lori Lyons looks beautiful." Not, "Lori Lyons should quit her job because she doesn't know what she's doing."
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