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?
We took Mom and another friend out for dinner last night in a town mid-way between us (even though K had a cold. It’s hard to schedule time with a bunch of people if we wait until everyone is over Continue reading Get Organized, Chris…
If it is right side up, it buzzes. I think K has loved the red numbers too often!
K likes Pikachu. I let her have it a lot. She likes to hug it. I have a secret back door to K’s brain: I say "Pika!" and she repeats it. Some times M and K want to have it Continue reading Pika? By Guest Blogger B
I found the project annoying honestly. I like food that looks like food, and crafts that you use, decorations take up space that projects and library books sit on. But M knew that B had made a gingerbread house, he Continue reading Gingerbread…phew!
I read M, Carl Sandburg’s Poem ‘Wind Song.’ M looked at me in distress. “Why would the wind throw money away?” he asked me, “I don’t like this poem. I don’t understand it. I don’t like it.” Well, it is Continue reading Poems with M
The week before Thanksgiving, K finally adjusted to the time change. She stopped having regular poison hours before supper, melting down during supper and needing to go to bed at 6:30PM. This week, her molars came in most of the Continue reading Matters of Sleep
I am re-learning old tricks.
Apparently M didn’t have a shirt on under his sweater, so when I told him to take it off so he wouldn’t get flour all over it…meanwhile K ‘helped’ the house smelled wonderful all afternoon. Maybe Christmas baking is about Continue reading Attempting a Gingerbread House
In order to use the two ovens, DH and I stayed in our kitchen while K napped, and the boys went over to my Mom’s house to play board games once she got the turkey in the oven (and grill, Continue reading Thanksgiving Day at Grandma’s House
But I really didn’t find too many hanging threads or Earth shattering changes. In mid Fall I have twice torn my hair out because I had to change my expectations of what we would accomplish, I am always having to Continue reading I searched the archives