Poor monkey. It’s like Pierce knows I made it. And when I make him mad and put him down for a nap when he doesn’t want one…
poor, poor monkey. Momma made Pierce mad. Again.
Every homeschool blog I look at looks idyllic. Orderly, labeled, color-coded shelves of perfectly graded schoolbooks, desks free of pencil marks (and dust), and charts on the walls to tell each perfectly groomed student which minute of which hour they should be doing their 3rd grade Geometry.
Oh, to be so organized. But I’m not. So, without further ado about what I don’t have, a look at a day in the life of our homeschool:
Sometimes, they sit where they are supposed to: at the little table, in front of our less-than-organized children’s reading bookshelf. (Do I get points that the kids’ books have their own shelf, and 95% of them are on the shelf or on top of the book on the shelf? Please?)
Or they work in the middle of the room, on their laps. Because that’s super comfy. (?!)
Younger siblings sit and soak up the instruction as well. The way I figure, they’ll know half of what they need to know before the age of five at this rate.
The floor is a popular place to be.
But it has it’s risks.
And in the end, it usually works something like this.
I attempt to keep children on task and distractions to a minimum. But it doesn’t
always usually work.
Our school shelf screams for someone, anyone, to do something. It started out the year organized, and each child’s books were together, youngest to oldest, left to right. Now, they are all on the shelf, and when room runs out, they are on the books on the shelf. It’s success so long as it’s on the shelf, I’m afraid. As long as the encyclopedia set is in alphabetical order, I tell myself there’s hope.
When a dear child fails to maintain their proper schedule on time, penance must be paid. It’s rough.
But they are learning. And one day, when they are older, they will thank me for their ability to concentrate despite extreme circumstances.
At least, that’s what I tell myself.
**Just for the record, Pierce was napping during our photo session this school day. If he hadn’t been, the camera shake would have been considerable and the learning level greatly diminished.
You know you live in a crooked house when you play Jenga on the coffee table and Ruby, not quite understanding the laws of gravity and physics and whatever it is that requires balance for stability, does this:
and it stands. And stands. And it takes five more turns before it’s Ruby’s turn again and
she’s the one who knocks it over.
Life can be crazy sometimes. In many worlds, this life of mine can be considered crazy all the time. If there isn’t someone leaning on me, pestering me, waiting for me, or whining at me, it must be midnight. If someone isn’t hungry, tired, or desperately needing to use the bathroom while we’re 5,000 steps from the closest bathroom, it’s a large miracle.
I get hundreds of kisses a day. I tried to count one normal day. I gave up and lost count.
I get to see the light in my son’s eyes when he reads “churning” for the first time.
One little girl told me today that I must think her family is lucky, because they only have three kids.
This craziness, the moments when I am at my limit and supper’s late and babies are crying and the floor just got a cup of cooked rice spilled, I’m still glad this is my life.
There are six little people who call me ‘Momma’. God’s given me them to teach, train, to show them my sin and His grace, and to tell them they can have it too.
It’s a privilege. I’m glad He’s called me to this purpose, these children, this life. What joy.
I’m not sure words are needed here. They had fun. The got to experience lots of things. It was really, really cold. Really cold. The difference in temperature between there last week at this time and the temp today here is 90 degrees. It’s pretty incredible.
We’re planning a trip to South Dakota. My parents have a little sheep farm there, and this week they start lambing.
Can anyone say what a good life experience this is for my kids? It’s a homeschool field trip on steroids!
So, we pack. We’ll head up for a week and a half, the kids will get to experience real winter (Because the 70 degrees we experienced here last week was most definitely not winter-like.) and lambing and Grandma and Grandpa and snow. Likely, lots of snow will be available to be experienced.
It’s home. I love it. I’m a bit of a baby these days after living south of South Dakota, but I’m looking forward to it. I dug out snowpants and boots and hats and gloves and we’re off, headed to freeze our behinds. Our travel has been moved up a day, with one little girl showing classic cold symptoms, making her unfit for co-op. With any luck, she’ll sleep the day away. I’m hoping.
Just for the record, I hate packing. I cannot be organized, because no matter how hard I try, it all falls apart anyhow. I gave up. I gave each kid their backpack, told them to pack four shirts, four undies, six pairs of socks, two pairs of pants, church clothes, and let them have at it. The only ones I know for sure have what they need are Charlie and Pierce and me. Everyone else I’ve deemed old enough. We’ll see when we get there exactly what was packed. This could be interesting. Their bags are full though – either with what they were told or bricks – that remains to be seen. I’ve already stated I will not be purchasing anything that they were told to pack and forget. I may regret that statement.
Purex sent me Dial Complete Foaming Hand Wash a few weeks ago to try out. It’s been a fun thing to try! As a bar soap die hard (becoming such after computing how much we were spending on liquid hand soap with 16 hands being washed numerous times each day) I rather looked forward to the pump. Amazingly, it lasted a lot longer than the liquid we’d used in the past. Foaming is the way to go, it would seem. If your kids are more easily trained to use one pump and not six, you might be able to make it last a really long time. Mine cannot get it through their heads that less is more.
While I’m not certain I’ll switch over from my own hand made bar soaps that I’m having fun with, I really appreciated Dial’s scents and the fact that it lasted several weeks. That’s a lot longer than anything we’d used in the past!
No giveaway with this one. Bummer. But keep an eye out. Borax is up for grabs soon – and that white box and I are good friends in the laundry room!
Sterling and Ruby had their yearly physicals yesterday. Sterling was one inch taller and 2/10 of one pound heavier than Ruby. He didn’t care how much; he just wanted to know he was still bigger. I think Ruby passing him up is his worst fear. The look on his face when the doctor told him that she would eventually pass him up, for a season, confirmed my suspicions. It’s hard to be a little guy. Both got shots. Sterling didn’t even flinch and was oh so proud of himself for that. Ruby sang what we commonly refer to as “the owie song” around here. It was a strange moment, watching my two middles acting so big.
I’ve gone on a no-carb no-sugar diet. Once I got past the first few days of not having a clue what to eat and choosing nothing as a good option (effective in the weight loss category, but it makes for one very crabby me) I’m finally figuring this out. So far, so good. I’d have a hard time eating like this long term, but it’s fun to watch the scale drop. Having never really attempted anything like this before, I’m seeing why people don’t stick to it. It’s just not that fun.
Our new fridge is in the garage. It is, at the moment, full of vegetables. Full. I look all healthy or something.
The girls all got owl necklaces for Christmas. Ruby’s owl promptly broke in half, just below the eyes. She still wears it. There’s something eerie about two bright blue jewel eyes staring back at me from my daughter’s chest.