tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214694582024-03-23T14:10:52.846-04:00A Suburban SagaLivin' the dream online since 2006. I like my lattes hot and my sons exploring the woods.Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08837261146374200032noreply@blogger.comBlogger1215125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21469458.post-81514932566437966942023-04-11T12:03:00.000-04:002023-04-11T12:03:11.891-04:00It's been awhile....<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQcoSAWEU5kZ6X3TZRpNKseQC7gcgl-dVY5aAK1zsp3k8AqRRkP_OoIl_04cknvqLhaOkyWiaZyXSIHDIvTIKLSjoEVgRfK-gt4R4NixKH8T2Jtsb83ULbmDNc3GQB9pmV01Y-ajWLB3Y-sEBRReJnFUbfBpQ98goO3M1fy3RW2C952K1Buw/s4032/20230410_171913.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQcoSAWEU5kZ6X3TZRpNKseQC7gcgl-dVY5aAK1zsp3k8AqRRkP_OoIl_04cknvqLhaOkyWiaZyXSIHDIvTIKLSjoEVgRfK-gt4R4NixKH8T2Jtsb83ULbmDNc3GQB9pmV01Y-ajWLB3Y-sEBRReJnFUbfBpQ98goO3M1fy3RW2C952K1Buw/w396-h297/20230410_171913.jpg" width="396" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>So.... it's been a hot minute since I posted on this blog. "No kidding, Ellen. Didn't you move your whole family overseas for 3 years, move them all back during a global pandemic, and then try to keep the ship afloat while the crew all struggled mightily with repatriation during and after said global pandemic?" Aye, aye, sailor. That I did.</p><p>So here I am. I'm now typing on a computer that wants to randomly change my text to Chinese because my oldest became pretty fluent in Mandarin at his international school in Manila, and he uses this computer for weekly tutoring with his beloved teacher back in Manila. We always have rice in the fridge now. I will never, ever lack appreciation for driving my own car wherever I want to go whenever I want, with the knowledge that there will be plentiful parking available when I get there. We all miss the best mango we will ever taste, and at the same time, we're all so thankful for easy access to Bojangles.</p><p>We all look much the same as we did, though the boys insist on making rapid physical changes against my will. But we're never gonna be the same inside after a few life changing years integrated into another culture. We're still dealing with the fall out from that. Sometimes I want to slap "Handle with Care" stickers on all of us. We still need it, and wishing we didn't doesn't make it so.</p><p>I don't know if anyone will read this. No one may. But I posted a meme the other day that said something like, "If the only birds who sang were the ones with the best songs, we'd all miss out." I need to apply that logic to my writing. There are so, so many amazing voices out there on the internet with profound things to say that weren't there when I started blogging in 2006. It's tempting to think that they've said it all so profusely and so well that there's no need for my piddly words. But maybe I need to cheep anyway.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08837261146374200032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21469458.post-31024236727878147162017-01-28T19:41:00.000-05:002017-01-28T19:41:10.350-05:00A bend in the road...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You just don't know when the next bend in the road will come sometimes. You think you see the road stretching out in front of you all the way to the horizon, and it's a good road that makes you smile with contentment. You're walking it, thankful for what you think is ahead. But then it twists, and your eyes widen with surprise. This one looks good, too. It's just very, very different. </div>
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My new road involves palm trees, coconuts, and the crowded streets of a city halfway across the world. </div>
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David grew up a military kid. When he was right around the ages that our boys are now, he moved to Germany with his family. As a teen, he lived in Turkey for about a year. </div>
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He started sending in applications occasionally over two years ago, and the more we learned about the process, the more impossible it seemed that he would ever be selected. I took that dream and told God that it was OK. I'd give it up. </div>
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I honestly really meant that. I'd been restless after we found out another baby wasn't in our future, and I'd wanted to travel. But "travel" shouldn't mean "uproot your life because of discontentment," and I figured that out over a year ago, thank God. He has helped me dig in deep and enjoy my growing boys and planting roots in new church and homeschooling communities.</div>
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And now he has accepted an offer for a detail that is taking us far from home for at least 14 months. Realistically, we're probably going to be away for 2 years. We're moving to Asia. I found out right after Christmas, and the office is talking about getting us there by sometime in March.</div>
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I'm cleaning out every closet in the house, thinking about getting our home ready to rent, checking into medical clearance forms, and praying over our housing application that has already been sent to the Embassy where David will be working.</div>
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I've woken up almost every morning for the last two weeks scared to death. But David says I'm way tougher than I look. He says that Jesus told a parable about me. I'm the son who said he wasn't going to work in the vineyard, but then he ends up going anyway. He's right, I guess. I struggle and argue and tell God it's too hard, but then I usually end up heading out with my vine dressing tools. Usually. :)</div>
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I'm not waking up scared every day anymore, and I'm thankful for that. I'm starting to get more excited and grateful for the chance to grow in my trust of God. I'm being given the chance to see the world He's made in new ways with my husband and my excited little boys. Homeschooling in a land without libraries doesn't feel as impossible as it did a week ago. :)</div>
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God has made it very clear in a few different ways that this is what He has for us. I can't deny it. I don't know all the reasons yet, but I haven't been sorry when I've stepped out into the scary unknown with Him in the past. He has been faithful, and I know He loves us all. </div>
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This fall was the first time we've camped on our own as a family since that one time when Seth was tiny, and we sat him on a blanket next to the fire pit because he wasn't yet mobile. :) I loved this trip. Loved it, I tell you. </div>
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Saturday morning, we all headed out to hike to the falls. I am proud and happy to report that we all hiked, mostly uphill, for about 2 miles, and no one had to be carried. I'm liking this big kid thing a lot. We got back to the campsite pleasantly tired and appropriately hungry for lunch.</div>
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This campground has a creek running along the edges of it, so water play was the order of business after that. I was a little worried when the temperatures in the NC mountains were looking like they'd be close to 90 while we were on our trip, but camping and hiking near water make a HUGE difference. We were comfortable, and it wasn't too cool to splash, so I think we got the best of fall camping.</div>
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Our adopted college student, Josh, is all grown up now and living in Charlotte. He met us on Saturday night with his large black lab mix, Stetson. The boys excitedly chased him as he bounded through the woods, easily outpacing them whenever he felt like it. Josh brought his tent, a truck bed full of firewood, and bacon. You can see why we love him.<br />
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Seth read us "The Sign of the Beaver" to us around the campfire because he wanted to. I think this should be listed on the page under "How to know when you've arrived" in the "Overachieving Homeschool Mom's Handbook". :)<br />
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We had too many s'mores, didn't take showers, and nobody got poison ivy. I can't wait to go back again, but Cub Scout campouts will probably take precedence between now and winter. BUT I've caught the vision for family camping, and friends, it is very good.Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08837261146374200032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21469458.post-86161714981520749052016-07-21T13:42:00.001-04:002016-07-21T13:42:40.004-04:00Our Wonder Book...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's July, so that means it's time for me to start thinking about school stuff again! :) My brain needs a summer break. (It gets this long break after the excitement of planning in May for the fall while sighing over the stuff that we're still finishing up).<br />
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I do some fall planning in May, but I wait to finish up our current Wonder Book in late summer. There's a good reason for this. Finishing up the Wonder Book before finishing school prep for the coming year reminds me that we actually accomplished a ton. I can see it there before me, a much needed visual reminder that my sons have been doing many things other than fighting over Legos and groaning over their 3rd spelling curriculum of the year.<br />
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I start with a quality 1 1/2- 2 inch binder. It's got to have nice inner pockets for stuffing in fliers from events we've attended, random brochures, and things that won't easily be hole punched. Then I get the 5 divider pack. At this age, we don't need more than that. I label them History, Language Arts, Science, Music and Arts, and Misc.<br />
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I keep a list of books read for different subjects in Microsoft Word all year long, so at the end of the year, I can print that off. Books that the boys have really enjoyed get noted here. I also type up what resources we're using for table work.<br />
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I just sat here and typed up what we'd done for composer study and picture study and the resources we used, and I hit "Print." I forgot to mention the art class we'd taken through Parks and Rec, so I wrote it under that in pen. It's a super classy and professional book, y'all.<br />
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It's been a goal of mine to print out pictures and put them in the book using these <a href="https://www.amazon.com/20-Twenty-Pages-3-Pocket-Postcards/dp/B003AOG412/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&qid=1469122620&sr=8-6&keywords=photo+sheets">handy dandy clear photo pages</a>. I even bought them. It hasn't happened yet. We'll see if this is the year. :)<br />
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If the house ever catches on fire, I'm grabbing these books. The boys may never care to go through them, but they're a priceless record for me of the years we've been learning together at home.Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08837261146374200032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21469458.post-10209509951545101482016-06-14T19:04:00.001-04:002016-06-14T19:04:29.279-04:00Summer....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sweet Mr. Fred let us use his front yard for their very first lemonade stand. (We live at the back of the cul de sac, and I didn't think anyone would come all the way back to our house.) Evan wanted to spend his own money on supplies, and we typed up a list of expenses. He had to get a business loan from Seth of $1, and I rented him the table and chairs. He made $6.86 in profit! And we all got to enjoy standing around with neighbors that generously came out to buy and talk. Friends drove by on their way to run errands. The boys had a fabulous time, and I was reminded of some of things I love about the community where we live.</div>
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It's a testimony to how busy our spring and early summer have been that the plant hangers I so excitedly bought have been sitting in a corner collecting dust for a month. David put them up for me during a "date night" (yeah, he was thrilled), and now the shade loving plants Mom potted for me are enjoying their new home. There's something very soothing to me about puttering around and watering plants, usually with hair still damp from the neighborhood pool.<br />
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First photo booth. These goofballs. Ben hung around this booth at the local festival for 30 minutes after the other boys had moved on, trying on wigs and hats and glasses. He's our dress up king.<br />
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Dinner most evenings happens at these tables. We've even figured out how to use the grills at the pool. I know why people in Florida always seem so relaxed. Two words: summer laundry. No socks and long sleeves and coats and gloves and pants. Combine that with picnicking all the time and not having a kitchen to clean up? Man, that's living. :) </div>
<br />Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08837261146374200032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21469458.post-47903582655936624922016-04-12T17:02:00.002-04:002016-04-12T17:02:59.015-04:00Aldi Friendly Spaghetti Sauce...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My kids are eating a lot more spaghetti lately, so my Mom's recipe that I used to make and freeze isn't stretching as far as it used to. I decided to modify it, and now I'm making a pot of sauce and having leftovers for later in the week. I can get what I need at Aldi most of the time, excluding the minced garlic in a jar I keep in the fridge and possibly the Worchestershire sauce?<br />
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Olive oil<br />
1 28 oz. can crushed tomatoes<br />
1 8 oz. can tomato sauce<br />
1 t. minced garlic<br />
1 onion, finely diced<br />
1 bell pepper, finely diced<br />
1 t. sugar<br />
1 heaping t. each basil and oregano<br />
a generous splash of Worchestershire sauce<br />
1/2-1 lb. of ground beef, browned<br />
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Brown the hamburger and remove from your large pot. Put some olive oil in there and add the garlic, onion, and pepper. (I mince mine in the mini food processor that lives on my counter.) Saute until softened, and then add all the other ingredients except beef. Bring to a boil, then simmer for 20 minutes. Add ground beef and simmer another 1/2 hour.<br />
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<br />Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08837261146374200032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21469458.post-26377803631775864432016-04-12T16:47:00.001-04:002016-04-12T16:47:35.997-04:00First 4-H presentations....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This year, I decided to get my act together and get the big boys to do their first 4-H presentations. My mom will tell you that 4-H was an important component to her homeschool, and I agree that it was really useful for me. The public speaking skills that I gained from having to give a talk with visual aids from the time I was pretty young have stood me in good stead, and that's just the beginning, really.<br />
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So what was stopping me from doing this before now? Daily life. A full schedule. Adding one more thing to the to do list. (And I kept telling myself I had time because I only had one Cloverbud.) BUT, it's worth it, so we pulled it together in time for our county presentation day. I had the boys tell me what they wanted to present, and I helped them organize their talk and make posters. We printed off text and images and Seth was able to arrange his how he wanted. (I admit to doing Evan's posters for him. Sue me. He's 6.)<br />
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Seth's presentation was called "Seth's Wacky Gadgets." He talked about famous inventors that inspired him, showed a couple of things he'd come up with, and then gave a step by step demonstration of his rubber band crash car game. The judges had lots of good questions and made him feel really encouraged. He told them that when he invents something awesome one day, he'll give them a discount. That's my boy.<br />
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Evan's presentation was called "Critter Catching School." He mostly showed how he catches a variety of wild creatures (like frogs and lizards and bugs), complete with gardening gloves, a box to keep them in, and a few little plastic bugs and toads and snakes. The last poster was about safety, and I included large pictures of copperheads and black widows. We have taught him not to try and catch anything with patterns because it might be poisonous. (We have decided that telling him that he can't catch things because he might get stung or bitten isn't the way we want to raise him or his brothers. <a href="http://www.treehugger.com/culture/let-kids-play-nature-can-take-it.html">This article sums it up pretty well.</a>)<br />
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I really enjoyed how Evan kept trying to pack up all his things and walk off while the judges were still asking him questions. I guess I should've covered that part of presentation etiquette. Next year. :)<br />
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David said he could see why I thought presentations were worth it after seeing the boys at our county day. A tired end-of-the-year-homeschooling mom likes to hear that from the principal. :)<br />
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<br />Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08837261146374200032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21469458.post-84598722234117743342016-03-05T19:15:00.002-05:002016-03-06T01:12:33.820-05:00On trying again...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've meant to write about this a few times, but I have been paralyzed by wanting to explain perfectly, so I haven't made a start. I give up. It won't be perfect, but here goes. :)<br />
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I'm singing again.<br />
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I was raised by an opera singer. Mom has a M.A. in Vocal Performance from Cincinnati College Conservatory, and she was a coloratura soprano before I was born. She sang lead roles in operas, including the Queen of the Night from Mozart's "The Magic Flute." I've heard recordings, and I remember flipping through her photo albums of performances, watching her strike a dramatic pose in flamboyant costume on stage, her mouth formed for an impressive high B.<br />
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Now, this means that I was a classically trained singer's child. :) My brother and I sat with her at the piano while she taught us to sight read music. We were blessed to live near the well ranked music school where she got her undergraduate degree, and there was a really good children's choir in town, so we both joined when we were old enough. I sang in that choir from ages 10-18. I went to international children's choir festivals, and I was a street urchin in the "La Boheme" chorus and a shepherdess for "Ahmal and the Night Visitors". When I went to college, I joined the choir.<br />
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Then I got married and started moving around, and singing in a choir just didn't seem to be something I could find time for anymore. The babies started coming (thank the Lord), and I woke up one day and realized it had been about 15 years since I'd sung classical music.<br />
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I have a sweet friend from my Mothers of Preschoolers days who sings classical music, and I was watching her on Facebook talking about singing in an opera chorus, and something just snapped in me, I think. I realized that I didn't want to let this part of who I am just die away from neglect. My youngest is now 4, and it suddenly dawned on me that I might be able to rehearse in the evening for the first time in years.<br />
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I contacted my friend, and she suggested that I try out for the choir that sings with our symphony. That sounded totally intimidating. (I suspected it would probably be full of musical professionals, and I think it is.) She said the director was really kind and encouraging, so I contacted him, and I went for an audition last September.<br />
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I sang a bit of an old choir piece a cappella. I did some sight singing, and he had me vocalize to assess my range. He told me that I needed to "get the cobwebs out." He also told me to see a voice teacher a couple of times and come back and re-audition in January.<br />
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Yeah, I cried on the way home.<br />
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And then I realized that he hadn't told me "no." He'd given me clear and concrete things to do, and I could do them. So I pulled myself together, threw my shoulders back and put my chin up, and I called my friend (who is a voice teacher). She gave me a classical aria to learn to sing for my audition. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h974Wzh4XXY">This is it.</a> (Not me singing.) I decided that she must have a lot of confidence in me. :)<br />
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I practiced a little each day for a few months, mostly during nap time or while David was putting the boys to bed. I saw my friend again for another lesson. And I scheduled an audition for January.<br />
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When I got there, I listened to the others auditioning in front of me through the sanctuary doors, and I wanted to just stand up and walk out. I'm sure I didn't only because I decided that this whole experience was about facing my fears and doing my best with the time and resources I had and leaving the rest to God.<br />
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When I walked down the aisle, the director recognized me. I told him what I'd been doing, and I sang for him. He said, "I think you still need a little work on your upper range.... so I'm making you a second soprano." And then he said, "Most people don't come back."<br />
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Every rehearsal feels like a gift to me. I still can't believe I get to make beautiful music with talented singers. Sometimes I feel like the worst one there, and I might or might not be, but I also suspect I might be the most grateful singer in that room.<br />
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I was afraid to try to do this, so afraid that God would say "no" to this desire. But He said "yes" instead, and in that "yes," I feel like He said, "I see you, Ellen." Me. Not "mom" or "wife" or "homeschooler", but this person that He shaped through the experiences that she had as a child and the things He allowed her to do and be because of who she was born to and where she lived and the space that He created for the works that she would do. <br />
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My mom and dad and my husband and oldest son are coming to my first concert. I hope that Mom pats herself on the back. I can sing with this choir because she gave me the tools. I hope my 9-year-old boy hears Beauty and remembers the prayers he prayed for me when I wanted to give up. I want him to see that perseverance sometimes pays off in the ways we hope for.<br />
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As the boys get older, winter days get more pleasant. I notice a change every year. Sure, there are still times when our house feels very small, and I'm putting people in time out for sword fighting in the living room. But we're also having days when all of them can handle a calm activity all together for an hour! </div>
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This afternoon we sat at the kitchen table and colored (Seth drew) for an hour after rest time. (Ben kept begging me to let him have coloring sheets from the nice books I got as birthday presents, and I kept insisting he finish out the page he had instead of leaving three measly marks on there and declaring himself done, but that was the most drama that happened. Very minor.) We get a lot of books on CD from the local library, and we're going through one of my childhood favorites, "Caddie Woodlawn." </div>
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I painstakingly brushed with markers while Caddie's father told of his childhood in England to his family gathered around his hearth. We heard how Caddie's teacher put Obadiah in his place, how she fixed the circuit rider's clock and became her father's partner in clock repair, and how the family ended up eating turkey all winter because her mother wouldn't part with her birds for the Civil War prices... </div>
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The boys occasionally made comments. "Why would she do that?" "Uh oh." I wondered about the things they didn't say. Were they internalizing the ideas about English inheritance law and how American pioneers differed in their thinking? Good books teach. I believe that.</div>
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Now I'm making chicken soup and corn muffins. (David loves Jiffy, so I've stopped trying to make cornbread from scratch most of the time. ;) They'll head off in the rain for Cub Scouts after dinner, and maybe I'll read with the little guys under each arm, letting them head to the book case to pick whatever they want. Maybe I'll get Evan and Ben to play UNO with me, Evan with his cards laid out on the table so I can help him with them, Ben on my lap "playing" my hand for me.</div>
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Hello, blog. It's been a long time. But I may have to reconcile with you now that I have discovered that I can upload photos from my Android phone with ease. ;)<br />
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So, a few things that are making this winter season enjoyable for me....<br />
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1. <b>Agatha</b>. That is the name that I've given my cheery little space heater. She is a cozy mystery to me, what with her realistic looking flames and the fact that she doesn't have to give heat unless you flip an extra switch. I can see her sitting there on my hearth from the kitchen, calming me with her soothing, light bulb induced flames that are realistic enough to slake my fire lust.<br />
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2.<b> Duraflame logs</b>. They are good for our marriage when Agatha just won't do. There's no trudging out to get wood and painstakingly building a fire with enough kindling and paper to ensure success. I have a basket of them beside the fireplace. They're about $2 a log, but David thinks it's worth the price not to have to do the aforementioned as often as I'd like a fire.<br />
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3. <b>Spiral bound pads and good pens. </b>I've begun keeping a daily gratitude journal, usually writing in it when I sit down after the kids are in their rooms for rest time. Assessing the morning with gratitude in my heart for what has gone well (especially if it's a day when many things have not) has really been a good exercise for me. I like that spiral notepads mean that I can keep the little notebook open a lot more easily, and a V5 Precise fine point is a little luxury that means I write more than I would with a Bic.<br />
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4. <b>Fair Trade Fridays</b>. I got a subscription to <a href="http://fairtradefriday.club/">Fair Trade Fridays</a> because I wanted to help provide these courageous ladies a regular source of income through making something that they can take pride in. Well, I got way more than I bargained for. I've gotten some lovely things in my monthly packet, including 3 lovely necklaces that I wear all the time and a really cute black and white tote bag that I'm saving for spring.<br />
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What are some little things that are helping you enjoy winter just a wee bit more?<br />
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Every time I climb a tree</div>
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I scrape a leg</div>
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Or skin a knee</div>
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And every time I climb a tree</div>
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I find some ants</div>
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Or dodge a bee</div>
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And get the ants all over me</div>
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And every time I climb a tree</div>
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Where have you been?</div>
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They say to me</div>
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But don't they know that I am free</div>
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Every time I climb a tree?</div>
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I like it best</div>
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To spot a nest</div>
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And then I skin</div>
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The other leg</div>
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But every time I climb a tree</div>
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I see a lot of things to see</div>
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Swallows rooftops and TV</div>
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And all the fields and farms there be</div>
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Every time I climb a tree</div>
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Though climbing may be good for ants</div>
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It isn't awfully good for pants</div>
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But still it's pretty good for me</div>
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Every time I climb a tree.</div>
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a tiny bug town, just for you.</div>
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The first week of school was rough for all. BUT, we are getting into a good routine. I was too quick to throw my hands up in despair. (Ain't that the way it always goes when you're a recovering perfectionist?)</div>
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I'm often most in awe of the growth in my oldest child. After all, he's the first one to walk this far on this journey with me. </div>
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I reminded him today that I want a good part of his rest time to be reading time, and he told me excitedly that it definitely would be. "I have this AWESOME book called, "Two Bad Pilgrims," Mommy. I read it all yesterday, but it was so good that I want to read it again. They nearly blew up the Mayflower!" </div>
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I have been putting new books in his library book basket in his room... and he's READING THEM! :) No coaxing, no begging, no half-hearted mumbling about how he "looked at" them during rest time. He told me the whole story of a Graphic Library telling of Marco Polo the other day because he couldn't contain himself. He was leaning on my bed as I was sitting there with a sleepy Ben and talking fast because he couldn't wait to get it all out. </div>
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He's asking to re-do Spanish exercises from our Spanish book that he wants to understand better. He wants to <a href="http://www.molecularium.com/kidsite.html">build molecules from atoms</a>. He's learning to take more ownership of his own work. "Can I come back and finish my school work? I've been on break for awhile now." I can even sit at the table and answer a question here or there from him and work with my kindergartener at the same time! </div>
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And my 6-year-old son? The one that I was setting a 10 minute timer on our reading work so that I wouldn't explode in frustration from his unwillingness to attempt to sound out the word "mad"? (Yes, I did see the irony at the time.) He's sounding out three letter words like a champ and giving me high fives. Today he discovered that he could use his math blocks to get the answer in more than one way. "Look, Mommy, it's not just 3 and 3 that make 6! I can make 6 with 5 and 1, too!" </div>
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I went to a workshop at the homeschool conference the spring we were wrapping up kindergarten, and the speaker said that if you had no students that could work independently, you were likely to suffer from burnout. A light bulb went off in my exhausted brain. "Hey, that's me. That is very much me." I felt guilty that I was suffering from burn out only one year in. How was I going to make it if I was suffering from burn out only one year in? </div>
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Well, now I know how. The secret is students who get older and more independent/responsible and actually excited about learning! Very few things are more wonderful to me than seeing their enthusiasm. (Good French chocolate and coffee with lots of half and half and vacation in the mountains, yes, but also their enthusiasm.)</div>
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Without a vision, the homeschooling mothers perish. My own vision on the hard days is sustained because of the beauty of my own homeschooled childhood. I keep it by reading encouraging blogs, and finding things to include in our morning basket that inspire me, and by asking those who are ahead of me on the trail to give me a sip from their water bottle of increased perspective. I find it again by running across books that I read as a child that I loved and want to read again with my children. I expand it in the library stacks when I see what new treasures there are to be explored.</div>
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I have learned to have affection for things that I didn't love because I knew they were things worth trying to love. I have learned to love lesson planning (at times) and gross science and even some things about teaching math because God has helped me learn to love them. I'm thankful that He has helped me not to give up and set my heart to appreciate beautiful and hard things that are serving us all well. </div>
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Today was pretty representative of what a lot of mornings look like when Ben is off having adventures with Mimi and Pop Pop. It ended up being mostly what I'd like Morning Time to look like, so I thought I'd write about it.</div>
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I read some from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Understood-Betsy-Dorothy-Canfield-Fisher/dp/1484888820/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1441824309&sr=8-1&keywords=understood+betsy">Understood Betsy</a> from the Ambleside reading list at breakfast. I made sure to stop at an exciting point so they'd beg me to keep going. (Insert evil cackle. ;) </div>
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We started Morning Time after he walked out the door, and we spent about an hour on it. We started with saying together one of the poems from my Memory Work binder, "Little Drops of Water, Little Grains of Sand." (I haven't added much new memory work yet, so each day I move the sticky tab to the next thing under the "Review" section in the binder.) We also sang through our <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=se3PMbThhsg">new 50 states song</a>, but I slowed it down and had Seth read along instead of using the video. (Evan complained. It's a fun video.)</div>
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Then we read the story of the Rich Young Ruler in a new kid favorite around here,<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Favorite-Parables-Bible-Stories-Jesus/dp/0310724325/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1441823252&sr=8-1&keywords=favorite+parables+from+the+bible"> Favorite Parables from the Bible by Butterworth and Inkpen.</a> I wouldn't have known a thing about this book if we hadn't gotten one of the stories from a yard sale. We discussed what it meant briefly, and then everyone gave prayer requests. ("Hot soup" has made someone's prayer request list a lot lately. We're deep here. ;)</div>
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On to singing two verses of "Praise to the Lord, the Almighty." I explained the meaning of the complicated vocabulary when we first started learning it a week or two ago, and I ask if they remember what a word means as a refresher from time to time.</div>
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I have a collection of poetry books from when I was a child, and right now we're reading a couple of poems a day from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Random-House-Book-Poetry-Children/dp/0394850106/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1441823433&sr=8-1&keywords=the+random+house+book+of+poetry+for+children">The Random House Book of Poetry for Children.</a> They liked the ways that different poems describe the wind.</div>
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My goal is to read a chapter from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tree-Trail-Holling-C/dp/039554534X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1441823570&sr=8-1&keywords=tree+in+the+trail">Tree in the Trail</a> once a week, and I also bought <a href="http://bfbooks.com/Geography-Map-Set?sc=25&category=1827">the expensive maps</a> for it from Beautiful Feet. We have ours up on the wall, and I'm using colored pencils to add the details. Today we added the Santa Fe Trail (and it ain't easy to do based on the map at the back of the book, y'all.) There are <a href="http://showerofroses.blogspot.com/2011/05/our-journey-through-geography.html">bloggers</a> that I've found that help with this, and I've got their sites bookmarked.</div>
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I pulled out <a href="https://www.milestonebooks.com/item/1-142--/">Patterns of Nature</a> and we read about wild flowers and weeds and answered the questions. I had Seth color in the illustrations while I was working with Evan on his kindergarten table work. Maybe he'll have half a shot of identifying goldenrod and queen anne's lace now. </div>
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We did a <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FAdmTzD46Kg">capillary action experiment</a> last week, and I called my brother to ask him to explain it to me in detail. (When your brother has a doctorate in horticulture, you call him, and he tells you because you're his sister. ;) I explained what he'd told me and had Seth tell it back to me. I had them both repeat key phrases a few times, and then I wrote the definition of capillary action on the white board. I also cut and pasted it into a word document, printed it out, and then handwrote Seth's definition underneath it. He drew a picture of our experiment underneath that.</div>
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We read a few more pages in <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Leif-Lucky-Ingri-d%C2%92Aulaire/dp/0816695458/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1441824173&sr=8-1&keywords=leif+the+lucky">Leif the Lucky</a>, and they narrated those back to me. I'd written down their narration on that a few days ago, and I had Seth illustrate that page (also while I worked with Evan.) We talked about when he lived and explored and how it was long before the Age of Exploration.</div>
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Seth read me a few pages of a short chapter book on Ferdinand Magellan from our library. I narrated it back to him. Evan sat nearby and listened. We checked the location of Magellan's ship on our world map on the wall, just like we do for a lot of our readings when locations come up. Reading about explorers has meant a lot of referring to the map lately. </div>
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This is Morning Time, a work in progress, a rich buffet on some days and skimpy fare on others. I feel like I'm getting an education from Morning Time, and I have hope that they are, too. :)</div>
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And we're off! First official day of 3rd, Kindergarten, and Pre-K coming right at ya! I gave them their "first day of school" presents, took pictures, and we got most of the regular school work done.<br />
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I decided to take a picture of my handwritten guidelines in case someone might be interested in that. The top picture is what I wrote out for this year. The second picture is more detail about some of the things I include in our morning time. Just click on the picture to see it larger.<br />
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The bottom picture highlights my eclectic approach to social studies. :) Here we have the $10 manual for My Father's World that I picked up at the homeschool store. I liked the activities in it, so I went through and tabbed them and made a note of which ones I wanted to use. (I may or may not attempt to to follow some of the days as written just to mix things up and see if I learn a few things to add to my teaching repertoire.)<br />
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I wanted to get more study of the natural world in, but I have found it hard to get regular about that in addition to whatever science topic we're doing. (Last year it was astronomy.) This year I picked up a Rod and Staff book called Patterns of Nature, and I've been surprised already how much they like the short, simple stories and review. They're retaining a lot more using this approach than they did reading books from the library on the same topics, so this is staying. We are also reading and narrating right now from books on simple machines, and I plan to cover that and some chemistry this year.<br />
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Paddle to the Sea was a huge hit for geography last year for all of us, so I'm continuing on with "Tree in the Trail." Holling Clancy Holling has grown on me big time.<br />
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"Our American Heritage" was one of my favorite history books as a child, so my mom kept it. It introduces history using famous figures in history, so I plan to use the chapters as jumping off points. The simple book list in tan beside that gives me book titles with suggested grade levels and in chronological order.<br />
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I gave up on French because it's not nearly as practical as Spanish, so we're using Song School Spanish this year. Not sure how many days a week that we'll listen to the CD's and do the workbook, but so far they really like it, so I'm thinking maybe more than one day a week. This is just supposed to be a gentle introduction, so I'm OK with not pushing this.<br />
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I am taking selections from Ambleside's book list, including a children's Pilgrim's Progress for devotions and "Understood Betsy" as a read aloud. I've also got "The Courage of Sarah Noble," "Me and Ben," and "Caddie Woodlawn" on CD from the library, and I'll start playing those while we eat lunch. I have found that they listen better sometimes at meals when it's a CD instead of my voice, and I get less frustrated at interruptions when I can turn up the volume. ;)<br />
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Our local once-a-month book sale has art print books for $1 a copy, and I snatched up ones of Michelangelo, Vermeer, and Durer. I'm on the hunt for Rembrandt. I cut up these books and use the pictures for picture study. I'm trying to go in chronological order for great masters.<br />
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I added Vivaldi to my Spotify list today. Seth and Evan both asked to listen longer. I think he's replacing Handel as the current favorite composer. :)<br />
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<br />Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08837261146374200032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21469458.post-85459162293966710392015-08-20T19:03:00.002-04:002015-08-20T19:03:45.256-04:00An epic day...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>The view from my parents' cabin on the sound. When I was a kid, I thought that island out there was Europe. And now my kids don't realize they're ribbing me when they call it "Europe," too. :)</i></div>
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For starters, I have allergies and feel pretty rotten. This will probably last a week or so like usual but knowing that doesn't make it much better on a daily basis. I stumbled into the kitchen this morning and popped Sudafed, and then I barreled on with the plan. </div>
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The plan was to have another school day. Things went well during social studies time. Everybody participated, even Ben. I got a great narration on Magellan from Seth and learned a few things myself. Evan was also able to give me the basics. The small whiteboard I'm starting to put terms and names on is helping me remember, even if it never does anything for them. ;) Seth illustrated his narrations and ran upstairs to have his turn keeping Ben out of trouble/aka playing with him.</div>
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I moved to the kitchen table with Evan, and we re-watched the Math U See video from last week. I had trouble getting it to work, but I learned from that that Evan likes it because he said, "This is bad. I like watching this. I want it to work." We sat down to learn place value with the blocks, and I took it slow. I waited several beats for him to answer instead of supplying the answer. I cheered when he got the concept, and I was rewarded with an awesome Evan smile. (His smiles are the best.)</div>
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As we were finishing up, I heard banshee wailing from upstairs. I got up there to discover that Ben had been firing plastic food from the food box at Seth. Seth did what I told him to do. Instead of retaliating he called for me and ran away. He ran into my room and slammed the door... right on Ben's hand.</div>
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I was so afraid something was broken. He screamed like that 2 weeks ago when he broke his leg. My heart sank. I gave him Tylenol and ice, but he didn't want it touched. I tried "Curious George" therapy. That stopped the crying, and I took deep breaths. </div>
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I decided to dress and put on make up and consider ditching the house in favor of the thrift store. I also decided that we weren't doing any more table work until after Ben was down for nap. </div>
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Nap time found me and Seth at the kitchen table, and I got a good look at what letting an 8-year-old boy go all summer without picking up a pencil or doing word problems will do. It ain't pretty. I can't do this again. I swear on all that is holy that I will not do this again. Someone remind me of this next June! Letter and number reversals galore! Slooooow writing! Confusion when doing math (which he is really good at!) </div>
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This is not his fault. I should've insisted on some regular seat work. It wouldn't have killed him. And we would both feel a little less discouraged. I can tell him and myself that this is what happens when we take too long of a break, but it doesn't make either of us feel great to understand. Lesson learned, I hope.</div>
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I write this for myself so that in later years, I will look back and see how far we've come, hopefully. I want to shake my head and smile at my elementary mom self and her fears that didn't come to pass.</div>
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It's the beginning of a new year. We need much grace. All of us need much grace. The kids in the elementary school down the street do review for a month, don't they? They must, right?</div>
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Even with the epic awful, there were bright spots. Evan will get math if I'm patient with him. Seth dictated a story to me "that shows girls that boys aren't always the bad guys." (He blames you for selling that idea, American Girl book series. Shame on you.) It was awesome and funny. He wants to illustrate it and give it away for free, I'm assuming as a public service. ;) </div>
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Well, writing it out made me feel better, as I hoped it would. I write to gain perspective, and if any of you get something out of it, then that's a nice bonus. :)</div>
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<i>Seth on the last day of 5 Yesterdays day camp at Old Salem. He's standing in front of a wall he chinked. Proof that learning happened over the summer! ;)</i></div>
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Ben broke his leg last Tuesday night, and we had many days when I carried him everywhere and he took a lot of Motrin and Tylenol in rotation, but at this point he's surprisingly mobile in that cast. I should've enjoyed his lack of mobility while I had it. ;) Thank God for waterproof casts! We were even able to go swimming last night!</div>
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Because of the leg breakage, I figured we might as well start school back a little early. I jettisoned my plans to de-clutter, and I got it in gear to get us started with school. Binders bought, soft cloth crates of books organized for each student, books ordered and requested from the library, etc.</div>
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We did a soft start on Wednesday this week. It was a bit of a bumpy take off. I made the mistake of trying to do too much seat work. It's a weakness of mine. And then there was the attempt to have Evan watch his math video even after friends stopped by. It would've been easy to have him do it later. Why didn't I? His distraction wouldn't have frustrated me if I'd just waited. </div>
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Thursday went better. I made my goals far more modest. Seth had one sheet of (easy for him) math and one copywork page. Evan had no math and two pages of penmanship/alphabet review. We went over the voyage of Columbus together using the map. I didn't write down Seth's narration and ask him to illustrate it. No poetry, no memory work, etc. Whenever I had the urge to "add just one more thing because it's going so well," I squashed it ruthlessly. </div>
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This will be my 4th year of homeschooling, and it's my first year adding another student. I've got a second born that doesn't have quite the same level of enthusiasm and competitiveness as his brother. I'm going to have to learn how to teach another, very different person. </div>
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The "I-want-to-just-smell-the-new-Ticonderoga-pencils" enthusiasm has waned a bit, and I need to get it back. At this point, I'm just stressed and not sure if I want to try another school day until Mimi and Pop Pop's Preschool for Destructive 4-Year-Old Boys goes back into session. </div>
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I don't see many homeschooling moms excited about "back to school" time in my Facebook feed. Maybe it's because some of them homeschool year round, but it also could be the same reason that I'm not seeing a lot of classroom teachers squealing about going back to work. Instead maybe some of us are thinking "That's it? That's all the vacation I get? I don't feel rested enough to back to work yet." </div>
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I found the Inspector Gamache series by Louise Penny through the Modern Mrs. Darcy blog. (I have liked a lot of her recommendations, and though this mystery had an element or two that I could've done without, I think the writing is good enough that I'll read the next one.) Anyway, I marked a passage in "Still Life" that got my attention the other day.<br />
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Inspector Gamache is talking with a local bookstore owner, and they have a conversation about a book called "Loss" by Brother Albert. The author's theory is that life is loss, and Myrna gives him her thoughts about the book.<br />
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" 'I think he's right. I was a psychologist in Montreal before coming here a few years ago. Most of the people came through my door because of a crisis in their lives, and most of those crises boiled down to loss. Loss of a marriage or an important relationship. Loss of security. A job, a home, a parent. Something drove them to ask for help and to look deep inside themselves. And the catalyst was often change and loss.' "<br />
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My toughest times have been when I've been fighting change that I don't like. As a recent example, there's been a wonderful activity that we've been involved in for a couple of years that is changing in several ways that I don't like, and I can't do anything to change that.<br />
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A few years ago, I would've stewed about it more. I felt less adaptable to loss. Maybe I'm growing up or maybe the basics of security are in place so that I can handle loss in small doses better. Maybe God is working in my heart to accept His will better and see that my loss isn't necessarily loss in His equation.<br />
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Either we'll find ways to adapt or we will stop doing this and look around to see what He has for us somewhere else. There will be something to gain out of the experience no matter which way it goes, and I'm hoping I will remember that when it counts. :)Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08837261146374200032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21469458.post-60233054984324174992015-07-26T14:47:00.003-04:002015-07-26T14:47:29.740-04:00Seth explains his latest invention....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We've been looking at the <a href="http://frugalfun4boys.com/">Frugal Fun for Boys blog</a>, and Seth got the idea to make this from one of their posts. I'm going to let him explain it in his own words. Take it away, Seth!<br />
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A couple of months ago, I got a picture book called "Leonardo's Horse" from the library. We've been studying the Middle Ages and the Renaissance, and I've found some real gems there to help us in our study. </div>
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This book was an interesting story about the massive bronze horse that Leonardo Da Vinci wanted to build and the man who tried to make his dream a reality just a few years ago. I learned a thing or two about Da Vinci that I hadn't known before, but what was most interesting to me was his obsession with this horse.</div>
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According to the book, he despaired toward the end of his life because he wasn't going to be able to build it. He talked about it on his death bed, and he worried that his life was in vain because he couldn't create his dream. This great man, who gave so much to the world, wasn't focusing on the Mona Lisa or the Last Supper or his amazing inventions. Instead, he was worried that he hadn't accomplished anything worthwhile during his full life because casting this horse was out of his reach.</div>
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This last year has been a lovely one for me, but it's also been a time of disappointment and heartache. After two years of trying, I think I'm about to give up on the idea of having another baby. This was something that we felt like God was asking us to do, and though there were times that I panicked a bit at the thought, I tried to be obedient and open. But nothing happened, and now it seems that we were wrong about what He wanted. Being so out of tune with God's direction for us is just as hard in some ways as going back into infertility.</div>
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I've struggled on and off over the years with my dream to have a daughter, and the hurt has gotten greater lately as I've realized that this desire is probably going to go unfulfilled. I can tell myself that I knew that already, but I didn't feel it like I do now.</div>
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My youngest is getting older, and we're starting to see a new phase of life that sometimes means that the guys go off and happily do guy things together and Mommy gets left behind. (There's nothing wrong with this. I want them to do guy things together, but it means I'm having to adapt.)</div>
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So, Leonardo and I have had a lot in common. Some of our desires haven't matched up with God's plans for us.</div>
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Infertility hurts. It makes you doubt your worth and whether your life is pleasing to God. It makes you wonder if He ever cared about any of your dreams. </div>
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I haven't ever had the luxury of feeling like my fertility was a gift from God especially for me. Having to fight to get pregnant (twice) and never having it happen when I thought it would has meant that I've had to face the fact that these children are God's plan and not my plan. They aren't ultimately for me; they're for Him. The fact that none of them are the girl that I prayed for amplifies that fact. </div>
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These aren't my only plans that haven't come to fruition in the last year. At this point, I feel confused and frustrated and sad and sometimes, yes, unloved. </div>
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But I don't really want to be like Leonardo. We all think it's ridiculous that he's staring out the window in longing while the Mona Lisa sits behind him in shadows, right? Why can't he see the beauty of his life instead of what he didn't accomplish?</div>
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I keep a Bible verse on the windowsill above my kitchen sink where I will see it when I'm doing dishes. Right now, it's a favorite since I was a teen:</div>
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<b>"Lord, you have assigned me my portion and my cup, you have made my lot secure. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance."- Psalm 16: 5-6</b></div>
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We're into the happiest part of summer. This is the part when the days stretch in front of us full of promise, the smell of sunscreen and chlorine still make me smile, and my kitchen has never been cleaner because we're eating so many meals at the pool.<br />
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Almost every evening finds us at swim practice. My little band of swim suited men follow me past the ping pong table and the concessions stand, dragging pool noodles and an assortment of lethal water guns.<br />
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Seth has practice first. I watch his skinny frame glide through the water, mostly identifiable by his bright green goggles. I see the improvement that he's made since last summer, and, more importantly, he does, too. "I passed someone tonight. And I passed someone last night, too, Mommy." ;)<br />
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While Seth swims, the little boys play and then come over to me to eat whatever dinner I've managed to scrounge together before it's their turn. We're feasting on the best of summer produce, peaches, watermelon, big, juicy grapes. They eat trail mix and lunch meat and cheese and bread and pizza I've picked up at Little Caesar's on the way, and tonight, I even managed to bring taco salad (and keep the taco meat hot!)<br />
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Then it's Ben and Evan's turn. They're swimming in the 6 and under group, so they're mostly getting carried through the water. Ben is the baby of the team. I picked up his black swim trunks tonight. They're impossibly small. Yes, he's on the team, but he wears his puddle jumper as he runs fearlessly off the diving board, crowing loudly all the way down.<br />
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David has started joining us after work. It's so hot that we're in the water just for relief from the heat. Though I avoid water gun battles, I am often caught in the crossfire. Sometimes I turn on them with a gun of my own, and they giggle and jump away, delighted.<br />
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We come home, and I drape suits and towels over the chairs and the swing on the back porch. Naked little boys play with Legos and Magnatiles instead of heading up to bed like they should. I put a few things in the washing machine.<br />
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I know that tomorrow morning will find me sitting with a book after breakfast is over instead of getting ready to start school. Maybe I'll be listening in the background to <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Star-Wars-Return-Read-Along-Storybook/dp/1484706854/ref=pd_bxgy_14_img_z">this book on CD </a>for the thousandth time. They put it in the CD player near our kitchen table and press play while they build and create. Seth tells me that I'll be doing summer school to learn about droids. They pull out games and blocks that have been neglected all year. I am recruited to play table tennis.<br />
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Sweet, sweet summer....Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08837261146374200032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21469458.post-59181028028648285662015-04-25T22:04:00.000-04:002015-04-26T13:45:01.686-04:00Stitch Fix, no. 3....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
This was my third Stitch Fix, and I think they really hit it out of the park with this one. Nothing in this selection made me look chunky or hugged my mummy tummy, and that is really saying something. I've been out shopping for spring clothes, and it's been hard for me to find flattering fits.</div>
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I think it probably made a difference this time that I linked my previous blog posts to the note I gave to the stylist and begged her to please look at them. Then she could see what my body type really looked like, my coloring, etc. She told me that she did look at them in the note she included with the box, so I know the effort wasn't in vain. :) I am not tech savvy, but if you don't have a blog, you still might be able to figure out how to send a picture or pin pictures of yourself to your style pinboard. </div>
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Top No. 1- A little blousier looking from the side than from head on. I might've considered keeping it if it wasn't for the highly unfortunately placement of certain oval shaped pattern elements. Ahem. I looked at the styling card, and the fabric pattern on that did not have this problem. I think they need to take this particular blouse out of circulation.<br />
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Top. No. 2- When I pulled this out of the box, I thought it was definitely too loud. I wouldn't have picked this up in the store and tried it on, but it looked surprisingly good on. I'm thinking I may keep this one. Also, it's pretty season-less, so I could see wearing it in the fall as well. It wasn't see through, so I think I can get by without wearing a cami underneath, and that's always a plus in my book.<br />
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Dress No. 1- When I put this on, I smiled pretty widely. I love it. It's very comfortable. The color is actually a lot more wine than red. I think it's flattering up top, and I don't mind the bell shape to the skirt because it's a bell all the way around and doesn't highlight the pooch. At $38, it's about the same as I would pay for a dress at Target, and Target has nothing like this right now. I've looked.<br />
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Dress No. 3- I've been looking in the stores for a maxi dress to love, and I've had no luck. I am so pleased with this dress. It touches the top of my feet, but I think I can also gather it up a little more and make it a bit higher. Since the ones in the store are apparently for women 5'8" or above, this was a winner from a length standpoint, and that's a big deal. Definitely keeping this. It was the most expensive item in the box at $78.<br />
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The more fixes I get, the more pleased I am with them. They suggested that that might be the case, and I'm finding it to be true! I ordered some items from Lands End, and that box came in the same day as Stitch Fix. I am so pleased with this box, though, that almost everything in that box is probably going back, and even with a sale from Lands End, it looks like these items will be cheaper overall.<br />
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If you want to try this for yourself, <a href="https://www.stitchfix.com/referral/3138333">please consider using my referral link.</a> I get a little off the next box if you do, and since I seem to be getting a box about once or twice a year, that definitely helps my clothing budget.<br />
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As you can see, I'm not a model, nor am I pencil thin. ;) I wear a size 8-10 in the typical brands from places like Target, Gap, and Old Navy. If this can work for me, it can work for a lot of women I know. Give it a try! You might be pleasantly surprised!<br />
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- A cool, rainy day to stay inside and snuggle on the couch with new books. </div>
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- The kind employee at <a href="http://abc11.com/finance/first-weekend-of-every-month-raleigh-book-warehouse-opens-for-dollar-book-sale/374906/">the Dollar Book Exchange</a> who "hid" a nice Star Wars book in a big bin of kid's books and convinced Evan to "look again." :) </div>
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- Evan asking all day if it was time for him to make a Star Wars Lego kit for Ben.</div>
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- "I'll wait here while you wake Ben up, Mommy," and he stayed on the bottom of the stairs, itching with anticipation of the big reveal.</div>
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- Ben's spontaneous and muffled "thank you" from around his passy after Evan unveiled his treasure.</div>
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- A 3-year-old wandering around in a scrounged toboggan and one glove.</div>
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- The new card system for deciding who gets to pick a Netflix show next. Their names written on an index card with a paper clip next to the current picker. So easy. So wonderful for avoiding fights.</div>
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- <a href="http://www.outsidepride.com/seed/flower-seed/lupine/lupine-perennial-wildflower-seed.html">Purple lupine</a> in my neighbor's yard. And my plans to see if I can get it to come up in a spot in mine.</div>
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- Remembering before getting late fees that the library books need to be renewed online today.</div>
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- A simple way to get back to the blog after being away for too long. And pictures finally uploaded to the computer to share.</div>
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- A successful camping trip with the boys. And the downed tree at our campsite that they bounced on, giggling like nuts. Playground equipment provided by God. </div>
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- <a href="http://goodcheapeats.com/2015/03/spicy-grilled-tri-tip/">Chuck roast</a> braising in the oven for dinner. And the pure joy that will inevitable appear on Seth's face when I announce mashed potatoes to go with it. </div>
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<i>I think Evan made Ben this awesome plane. At least, I think it's a plane. Could be a tractor. Maybe.</i></div>
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There's this super simple thing I've started doing lately that's making a difference in our homeschool. I'm guessing probably everybody does it already, and I'm the last one walking into the party with my maracas, but just in case somebody else here has not yet arrived in their sombrero... here goes.</div>
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I leave out unfinished work. </div>
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Yep, that's it. Told ya it was bonehead simple.</div>
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I shall expound, however. So, at morning time, I take out all the books I will be using, and I put them in a pile next to me on the floor by the sofa. Said sofa is in the picture above. As we use each one, it goes into one of the many small cloth crates I have lying around (also pictured in the left hand corner of the picture above.) We sing a hymn, hymnal goes into crate, read SOTW, it goes into the crate, etc. But I often forget to do Seth's reading lesson for the day (we're finishing up Ordinary Parent's Guide to Teaching Reading), so I leave that one out. It may be lying on the arm of the sofa, or it may be on the floor, but I DO NOT put it away.</div>
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This way, when I walk by it over and over again, I will remember that we haven't done that yet. Its presence is like a flashing red beacon saying, "Your son doesn't know enough about compound words yet. Use me! Love me!" </div>
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Same goes for the pile of books for tablework on the kitchen table. I put out a stack for Seth and a stack for Evan. Seth's stack got done early in the day, but Evan's didn't. It was still sitting there after lunch, mocking me. "Get to me. You know you'll feel better if you do, even if he is just in pre-K. Ahh. Doesn't that feel good?" </div>
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You're welcome. I'm just here to make you feel better about yourself. </div>
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