Ramona has been watching old clips of Zoom, at PBSKids.org and on YouTube. It's science, it's history, it's drama, it's cooking, it's art.
Yesterday, it occurred to me that I remembered feeling the slightest bit of relief when my older girls outgrew Zoom. I just couldn't keep up with it: "Let's make batteries from potatoes while we're creating three-layered popsicles while we're talking in Ubbi-Dubbi and mixing our own paints from materials found in our backyard! And then let's put on a show about all that stuff, and volunteer in our community to teach others how to put on the same show using only the power generated from potatoes!"
(Anne-with-an-e, by the way, can still speak fluent Ubbi-Dubbi. That amazes and frightens me.)
So. There seems to be a new project daily, not to mention the fact that I can't get "C'mon and Zoom, c'mon and Zoom, c'mon and Zoom, c'mon and Zoom and zoom, zoom, zooma, Zoom!" out of my head.
Add to that the nerdily lovable Happy Scientist (I've blogged about Robert Krampf many times before) and we currently have sugar crystals growing in the mud room while today I believe there's something on tap with butter.
Throw in lots of great Advent reading, and so far it's been a December to remember.