My musings on our homeschool, coop, figuring out what my educational philosophy is anyway, and will I ever make curtains for the rest of the appartment?
Since 2006, we’ve had a MySQL database that automatically makes our charts and helps us decide who is going to work in the nursery during set up and who will be the clean up chief. But brilliant Jacob who has Continue reading Eagle’s Wings Coop, we have a data base. (sorta)
“That’s also the end of the chapter, so goodnight K.” “Daddy, how come you say goodnight when I have to go to the bathroom?” “Because if you had your way, I’d read to you until 11 o’clock at night!” (muttered) Continue reading Overheard at Bedtime
Pastor Jim told my youth group, “Just say thank you when someone praises you. Don’t argue with them.” We were about to sing and perform a skit for Youth Night, the church smelled nicely of baked goods and coffee, everyone Continue reading Deciding to feel the gratitude
We had volunteered to help my Mom pass out invitations to the 4 Day Club she’s hosting in a neighborhood near her – which meant less time to clean house this morning. As we were discussing which chores to skip, Ben and Matt Continue reading Teenagers – my force multipliers
I wish I’d signed M and K up for camp, so I could write these homeschool plans without worrying that I’m neglecting the kids while I do it. (K watched a movie and played Minecraft this morning- not exactly the Continue reading Send them all to camp?
I’m getting used to being at home again. My calendar is a week off in its crossed off boxes, I didn’t teach in Sunday school, just assisted my Mom, and she cooked Sunday dinner for us even though it’s my turn Continue reading Gettysburg and pho
The Monday after Ben’s graduation picnic was New Student Orientation at Wentworth Institute of Technology. I hadn’t been on campus yet, so I got to be his family at the events. We caught the 6:44 train at the Attleboro station. Continue reading Castle Island
The Friday before B’s graduation picnic, I kicked everybody out of the house. I really do admire those parents who cook with their children. I’m trying to fold mine into regular instruction so they can feed themselves (and me!). But Continue reading Beach!
It took a while to find an exotic sounding place to picnic with Uncle Warren. I think it’s the name that did it. And it turns out that Miles Standish did indeed hunt in the pine barrens. K was tired Continue reading Picnic at Miles Standish State Forest