Archive for November, 2009

Lower case letters

November 23, 2009

We’ve been practicing, sort of, lower case letters. A few days ago, Charlie put together a puzzle of all lower case letters, and knew most of them, Jesse said.

When he saw f, he asked if it was an r.

“No, it’s an f,” Jesse said. “What starts with f?”

Charlie said, “F. F. F. Cat!”


Wolves and child-catchers

November 23, 2009

We spent this weekend gobbling up NYC shows and films (and unplugging from the computer due to work turmoil.)

We saw Peter and the Wolf at the New Victory Theater, and Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang at the Tribeca Cinemas kids festival.

Charlie has never been a kid who loves to be scared, and we’ve deliberately chosen not to expose him to much violence in media. (In real life, it’s sort of unavoidable.) But he’s warming up to the idea that the dangerous can be scary and memorable.

In Peter, he was terrified when the wolf ate the duck, and asked after the duck’s location for the rest of the piece. When the duck came out for a bow, Charlie was ecstatic that the bird was alive. His favorite part of the show, he said, was when the wolf ate the duck, seeming to forget that he was squirming the whole time.

In Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, which was a very long movie in my opinion, he was riveted to the screen, pointing out all the animals and asking questions.

[An aside: The two seven-year-old girls in the bathroom gave this movie an enlightened review. Girl 1 said, “I thought it was a charming film.” Girl 2 said, “So did I…and then it slid sideways.” So correct!]

His favorite part of the movie, he said, was the child-catcher–the terrifying man who lures the kids into a cage with promises of free lollipops and ice cream. But then he made me promise that the child-catcher was not coming here to see us.

It seems that the complex idea of danger is one we’ll be discussing more now that he can understand some layers of nuance.

The Gowanus Canal

November 2, 2009

We see the Gowanus Canal every day on our commute into the city. It sparkles out the subway window during the two elevated stops on the F train.

The water looks rather pretty from up high, though surrounded by trucks, debris, and warehouses. Up close, it stinks to high heaven and is filled with goo. Charlie loves to look for it before we hit the tunnel to 7th Ave. (His other two landmarks are the Statue of Liberty and the “gorilla”–a blow-up ad for car sales.)

On Columbus Day, when Charlie and I were flying back from GA, we passed over NJ. Out the window we saw a lovely, glimmering river, surrounded by forest on both sides. (Our two NJ-native friends say this must have been the Delaware River.)

Charlie looked out and said, “The Gowanus Canal!”