potw: i like to see

Nov 14, 2011 by

potw: i like to see

This poem is so Fisher. He would live outside exploring, discovering, and pretending, if only I would let him. But nothing compares to that moment when his papa gets home. Fisher’s devotion is completely focused on his papa and nothing else can take Richard’s place. He follows him around like a little lost puppy ready and willing to do anything his papa asks. It is pretty heart-warming, but I must admit, I sometimes wish I could get the same level of devotion!

I like to see flowers and beetles and things,
I like to see baby birds try out their wings.
I like to see ships bouncing out on the sea,
I like to pretend that the captain is me!
I like to see puppies and kittens and mice.
Sunbeams and showers and seashells are nice.
I like to see bright colored leaves as they fall,
But I like to see daddy come home best of all.

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potw: i like to see

Nov 14, 2011 by

potw: i like to see

This poem is so Fisher. He would live outside exploring, discovering, and pretending, if only I would let him. But nothing compares to that moment when his papa gets home. Fisher’s devotion is completely focused on his papa and nothing else can take Richard’s place. He follows him around like a little lost puppy ready and willing to do anything his papa asks. It is pretty heart-warming, but I must admit, I sometimes wish I could get the same level of devotion!

I like to see flowers and beetles and things,
I like to see baby birds try out their wings.
I like to see ships bouncing out on the sea,
I like to pretend that the captain is me!
I like to see puppies and kittens and mice.
Sunbeams and showers and seashells are nice.
I like to see bright colored leaves as they fall,
But I like to see daddy come home best of all.

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the usborne art treasury

Nov 13, 2011 by

the usborne art treasury

I am not an artist. At least that is what I used to say. Now I say, let’s paint! Let’s draw! Let’s try it out and see what happens!

This has been a journey for me and actually, it is one I am still on because sometimes I let those old scripts play in my mind that say “you are not an artist”. I determined long ago that I did not want my fears and phobias to be passed on to my children. They can make their own, but they don’t need to be burdened with mine. So, I overcame a pretty serious creepy-crawly phobia and now have bug-lovers for children. I am working on overcoming my kitchen, sewing, and art anxiety and one way I do that is by surrounding myself with great information.

Like this book.

It is one of our favorites and we are creating all sorts of amazing things with it. The book is laid out in four page sections. The first two page spread showcases an artist’s life and one of his or her works. The next two pages give step-by-step instructions to create your own masterpiece in the same style as the artist just spotlighted.

Brilliant.

And even for a recovering art-phobe like me, it works wonderfully well. So well, my children don’t even know the extent of my limitations.

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the usborne art treasury

Nov 13, 2011 by

the usborne art treasury

I am not an artist. At least that is what I used to say. Now I say, let’s paint! Let’s draw! Let’s try it out and see what happens!

This has been a journey for me and actually, it is one I am still on because sometimes I let those old scripts play in my mind that say “you are not an artist”. I determined long ago that I did not want my fears and phobias to be passed on to my children. They can make their own, but they don’t need to be burdened with mine. So, I overcame a pretty serious creepy-crawly phobia and now have bug-lovers for children. I am working on overcoming my kitchen, sewing, and art anxiety and one way I do that is by surrounding myself with great information.

Like this book.

It is one of our favorites and we are creating all sorts of amazing things with it. The book is laid out in four page sections. The first two page spread showcases an artist’s life and one of his or her works. The next two pages give step-by-step instructions to create your own masterpiece in the same style as the artist just spotlighted.

Brilliant.

And even for a recovering art-phobe like me, it works wonderfully well. So well, my children don’t even know the extent of my limitations.

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fiar: the clown of God

Nov 10, 2011 by

fiar: the clown of God

Fisher and I are reading The Clown of God by Tomie de Paulo this week.

Tomie is one of our favorite authors. If you haven’t read The Art Lesson and Nana Upstairs, Nana Downstairs, run to your nearest library and check them out today! They are such lovely ways to connect big ideas into our little ones’ hearts.

So far, we have we learned how to say “arrivederci” and that it means “till we meet again” in Italian. Ironically, he can say it pretty well! We have discussed that happiness is a choice and just because we are hungry or orphaned or made fun of doesn’t mean we need to choose to be miserable. We learned that each of us have skills we can develop and use to bring others joy. We have talked about what we can do to serve Jesus and how we can bring Him joy, just like Giovanni brings Him joy in the story.

I adore FIAR. I am not great at doing projects that go along with the books, but I have found that great benefits come when I snuggle up with Fisher and read him the same book day after day. He falls in love with each book we read and most importantly, he knows I value him enough to have our special reading time together. Our FIAR time is our time to be together and share ourselves ..I am able to see into his heart and learn of his compassion for the characters we read about. I see how his brain works and makes connections. I see what interests him most and get ideas for teaching him about other things.

If you are interested in FIAR, you can check it out here.

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fiar: the clown of God

Nov 10, 2011 by

fiar: the clown of God

Fisher and I are reading The Clown of God by Tomie de Paulo this week.

Tomie is one of our favorite authors. If you haven’t read The Art Lesson and Nana Upstairs, Nana Downstairs, run to your nearest library and check them out today! They are such lovely ways to connect big ideas into our little ones’ hearts.

So far, we have we learned how to say “arrivederci” and that it means “till we meet again” in Italian. Ironically, he can say it pretty well! We have discussed that happiness is a choice and just because we are hungry or orphaned or made fun of doesn’t mean we need to choose to be miserable. We learned that each of us have skills we can develop and use to bring others joy. We have talked about what we can do to serve Jesus and how we can bring Him joy, just like Giovanni brings Him joy in the story.

I adore FIAR. I am not great at doing projects that go along with the books, but I have found that great benefits come when I snuggle up with Fisher and read him the same book day after day. He falls in love with each book we read and most importantly, he knows I value him enough to have our special reading time together. Our FIAR time is our time to be together and share ourselves ..I am able to see into his heart and learn of his compassion for the characters we read about. I see how his brain works and makes connections. I see what interests him most and get ideas for teaching him about other things.

If you are interested in FIAR, you can check it out here.

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potw: my friend the monster

Nov 7, 2011 by

Our poem this week is taken from Favorite Family Devotional Poems by LaDawn Jacob, one of our absolute favorite poem books (unfortunately it has been lost for awhile!).

My Friend The Monster

by Janet R. Balmforth

Our vacuum is a monster
Who gobbles up the dirt.
He gulps up paper, strings, and grass
As if they were dessert.
He pokes his nose in corners
And under every chair,
And all the little cookie crumbs
Had better just beware!
He roars across the carpet
And flips his tail behind;
Then sneaks around a table leg
To see what he can find.
And though he’s always gulping
Whatever he can see,
He’ll always be my monster friend
And never swallow me.

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potw: my friend the monster

Nov 7, 2011 by

Our poem this week is taken from Favorite Family Devotional Poems by LaDawn Jacob, one of our absolute favorite poem books (unfortunately it has been lost for awhile!).

My Friend The Monster

by Janet R. Balmforth

Our vacuum is a monster
Who gobbles up the dirt.
He gulps up paper, strings, and grass
As if they were dessert.
He pokes his nose in corners
And under every chair,
And all the little cookie crumbs
Had better just beware!
He roars across the carpet
And flips his tail behind;
Then sneaks around a table leg
To see what he can find.
And though he’s always gulping
Whatever he can see,
He’ll always be my monster friend
And never swallow me.

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when does life begin?

Nov 2, 2011 by

Today at my Worldviews and YOU! class, I asked my students to do a free write on “When does life begin?” and I was thrilled at their out-of-the-box thinking.

See, we are studying biology and the various worldviews about facets of biology, mostly creation and evolution type of stuff. I wanted to broaden the discussion and so posed the above question. I wanted them to think deeply about the whole abortion debate and the myriad of issues surrounding it.

After our ten minutes of writing, we discussed the ideas each had come up with. One student shared that life begins when you love what you are doing. One student shared the concept that life begins when we start living with purpose. One student said it was not our job to decide when life begins, but it is our job to honor life and the possibility of life. Another shared that life has no beginning, we are and always have been. We had a meaningful discussion about all of these ideas and many more. I was hoping to broaden their minds and instead they broadened mine.

I loved that they didn’t try to figure out what answer I was looking for and craft their writing to match it. They inspire me with their thoughts, individuality, and creativity. They inspire me with their hunger for truth and their enthusiasm to search for it.

Spending my time mentoring youth gives me hope for the future and energy for today. I’m so thankful to have this experience.

I love my life.

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turning it around

Nov 1, 2011 by

Fisher and I had a rough morning with reading. He gets so frustrated and starts feeling like he will never understand the magic of letters, much less words.

So, after learning time with everyone else, we took off for a date. We went and got his hair cut, which he has been desperately wanting (and needing!) for weeks. Then we went to a used book store and bought Miss Lea’s Bible Stories For Children. He is currently obsessed with the Old Testament and we finished our Old Testament Stories book last week, so this will be a fun way to go back and read them with a little more depth. Then we went to a store to buy cording and pony beads to make these awesome math counting ropes. We had a little bit of time left before we had to pick up Blythe from voice lessons, so we went and got some garlic bread to share. While we waited for it to cook, we made a math counting rope. His has orange cording and twenty green and yellow beads. For the next thirty minutes or so, we did all sorts of math problems. 2 + 3, 9 + 5, 10 + 7, 20 + 5, how much is 4 20s, how much is 2 30s, how much is 3 20s, how much is 4 5s, how much is 6 5s, how much is 4 25s, how much is 2 100s, how much is 50 + 40 and on and on it went. He loves numbers. He can see them in his mind. We giggled and played around with his math rope and he made plans to build a 100 number math rope. We finished our date with him feeling confident and capable and loved by his mama.

So much better than this morning.

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phonics

Nov 1, 2011 by

I am a big fan of phonics. In the how-to-teach-reading-wars, I side firmly on the side of phonics. I have spent many hundreds of dollars and hundreds of hours studying phonics, whole-language, The Spaulding method, The Charlotte Mason method, the Hopkins method, and a gazillion other methods.

I love phonics…but they don’t always work.

I taught Blythe phonics when she was three and four. She could look at any letter and tell you what it said and what the rules were governing that sound. But reading was still an enormous challenge for her. It took years for reading to become easy for her. YEARS.

Keziah picked up on reading easy as pie as I was teaching and reteaching Blythe. I don’t remember ever sitting down and teaching her to read. She just read.

Then there is Fisher. I don’t know what to do. Not only does reading not make a lick of sense to him, neither does phonics. He can’t remember from day to day what the sounds are. He can’t sound them out. His brain doesn’t make sense of the shapes OR the sounds OR the words OR any of it.

He loves bugs. He loves numbers. He loves pretend play. He loves digging and running and climbing and laughing and discovering and building and legos. He loves me to read to him. He loves painting and drawing and making music.

He is completely overwhelmed by reading.

Today for the umpteenth time we relearned mat, cat, sat, hat, rat. He spelled them out with his moveable alphabet. He read them to me. He cried. He said “This is not helping!” twenty or so times. His friends are reading and he is not and we are both frustrated. I want to infuse him with confidence and courage. I want to make it easy for him. I want to take away the pain and embarrassment I know he must feel.

All I can do is love and teach and try new ways of helping the information stick in his brain.

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phonics

Nov 1, 2011 by

I am a big fan of phonics. In the how-to-teach-reading-wars, I side firmly on the side of phonics. I have spent many hundreds of dollars and hundreds of hours studying phonics, whole-language, The Spaulding method, The Charlotte Mason method, the Hopkins method, and a gazillion other methods.

I love phonics…but they don’t always work.

I taught Blythe phonics when she was three and four. She could look at any letter and tell you what it said and what the rules were governing that sound. But reading was still an enormous challenge for her. It took years for reading to become easy for her. YEARS.

Keziah picked up on reading easy as pie as I was teaching and reteaching Blythe. I don’t remember ever sitting down and teaching her to read. She just read.

Then there is Fisher. I don’t know what to do. Not only does reading not make a lick of sense to him, neither does phonics. He can’t remember from day to day what the sounds are. He can’t sound them out. His brain doesn’t make sense of the shapes OR the sounds OR the words OR any of it.

He loves bugs. He loves numbers. He loves pretend play. He loves digging and running and climbing and laughing and discovering and building and legos. He loves me to read to him. He loves painting and drawing and making music.

He is completely overwhelmed by reading.

Today for the umpteenth time we relearned mat, cat, sat, hat, rat. He spelled them out with his moveable alphabet. He read them to me. He cried. He said “This is not helping!” twenty or so times. His friends are reading and he is not and we are both frustrated. I want to infuse him with confidence and courage. I want to make it easy for him. I want to take away the pain and embarrassment I know he must feel.

All I can do is love and teach and try new ways of helping the information stick in his brain.

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copywork notebooks

Oct 25, 2011 by

As we finished up The Phantom Tollbooth, there was a goldmine of quotes I wanted to impress upon our hearts. I had the thought “we can’t let these get away”, so I decided we are each going to have a copywork notebook where we write down in our best handwriting a quote of the day. Each day a different person will get to share a meaningful quote or scripture and then we will write it down in our notebooks. I will write it down on our dry-erase board in the morning and we can read it throughout the day. Today is our first day and it is my turn.

What you can do is often simply a matter of what you will do.

From Princess Reason, page 247 in The Phantom Tollbooth

I don’t know how it will work with everyone having a turn. But we will see how it goes and revamp if necessary.

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copywork notebooks

Oct 25, 2011 by

As we finished up The Phantom Tollbooth, there was a goldmine of quotes I wanted to impress upon our hearts. I had the thought “we can’t let these get away”, so I decided we are each going to have a copywork notebook where we write down in our best handwriting a quote of the day. Each day a different person will get to share a meaningful quote or scripture and then we will write it down in our notebooks. I will write it down on our dry-erase board in the morning and we can read it throughout the day. Today is our first day and it is my turn.

What you can do is often simply a matter of what you will do.

From Princess Reason, page 247 in The Phantom Tollbooth

I don’t know how it will work with everyone having a turn. But we will see how it goes and revamp if necessary.

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fiar: how to make an apple pie

Oct 24, 2011 by

fiar: how to make an apple pie

Our FIAR book of the week is How To Make An Apple Pie and See The World by Marjorie Priceman. Fisher and I are in love.

Jacket

The market is closed so the girl must travel the world to find her apple pie making ingredients. She traveled to Italy to find wheat for the flour, France for elegant chickens to lay the best eggs, Sri Lanka to find kurundu bark for the cinnamon, England for a cow with the creamiest milk, Jamaica for sugar cane, and Vermont for apples. What a trip!

Then we finished off the day by eating a real apple pie and carving pumpkins (no, I didn’t make it today…I made it a long time ago and froze it and Keziah thought it would be a fabulous idea to bake it for our Family Home Evening treat.)

Fisher giggled all the way through it, told papa all about it when he got home, and he can’t wait to read it again tomorrow. This one is a keeper!

p.s. I am on a posting spree…I don’t know what is up with that! Pictures of the pumpkin carving will be up soon.

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fiar: how to make an apple pie

Oct 24, 2011 by

fiar: how to make an apple pie

Our FIAR book of the week is How To Make An Apple Pie and See The World by Marjorie Priceman. Fisher and I are in love.

Jacket

The market is closed so the girl must travel the world to find her apple pie making ingredients. She traveled to Italy to find wheat for the flour, France for elegant chickens to lay the best eggs, Sri Lanka to find kurundu bark for the cinnamon, England for a cow with the creamiest milk, Jamaica for sugar cane, and Vermont for apples. What a trip!

Then we finished off the day by eating a real apple pie and carving pumpkins (no, I didn’t make it today…I made it a long time ago and froze it and Keziah thought it would be a fabulous idea to bake it for our Family Home Evening treat.)

Fisher giggled all the way through it, told papa all about it when he got home, and he can’t wait to read it again tomorrow. This one is a keeper!

p.s. I am on a posting spree…I don’t know what is up with that! Pictures of the pumpkin carving will be up soon.

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fiar: how to make an apple pie

Oct 24, 2011 by

fiar: how to make an apple pie

Our FIAR book of the week is How To Make An Apple Pie and See The World by Marjorie Priceman. Fisher and I are in love.

Jacket

The market is closed so the girl must travel the world to find her apple pie making ingredients. She traveled to Italy to find wheat for the flour, France for elegant chickens to lay the best eggs, Sri Lanka to find kurundu bark for the cinnamon, England for a cow with the creamiest milk, Jamaica for sugar cane, and Vermont for apples. What a trip!

Then we finished off the day by eating a real apple pie and carving pumpkins (no, I didn’t make it today…I made it a long time ago and froze it and Keziah thought it would be a fabulous idea to bake it for our Family Home Evening treat.)

Fisher giggled all the way through it, told papa all about it when he got home, and he can’t wait to read it again tomorrow. This one is a keeper!

p.s. I am on a posting spree…I don’t know what is up with that! Pictures of the pumpkin carving will be up soon.

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book bonanza: the phantom tollbooth

Oct 18, 2011 by

We started this book as a family read-aloud eons ago. It has taken us fffffoooooorrrrrrrreeeeeevvvvveeeeerrrrrrrrrr to get through it. I don’t know why exactly. We have all thoroughly enjoyed it. It is hilarious. It has humor that made Richard laugh so hard he cried. It has math and language and culture and human nature and so much more.

It still took us forever…actually we still aren’t done. We have two more chapters, but we are determined to finish in the next few days!

Anyway, last night as I was reading, some words from the Princesses of Rhyme and Reason jumped out at me. I believe they are profound and they are just what I needed to hear. Maybe what all of us needed to hear.

It has been a long trip,” said Milo, climbing onto the couch where the princesses sat; “but we would have been here much sooner if I hadn’t made so many mistakes. I’m afraid it’s all my fault.”

You must never feel badly about making mistakes,” explained Reason quietly, “as long as you take the trouble to learn from them. For you often learn more by being wrong for the right reasons than you do by being right for the wrong reasons.”

“But there’s so much to learn,” he said with a thoughtful frown.

“Yes, that’s true,” admitted Rhyme; “but it’s not just learning things that’s important. It’s learning what to do with what you learn and learning why you learn things at all that matters.”

Isn’t that the truth! I have made so, so many mistakes in my life. I have beat myself up for them over and over again. At times they have been incapacitating. At times they were all I could think of. At times I have dwelled on them far more than is healthy (is dwelling ever healthy? Probably not!) For the past several years I have been trying to focus on the lessons…what the lessons are, why I need them, and what I am to do with the learning of them. It is a much healthier approach.

I’m reminded of my favorite scenes from Meet the Robinsons. An invention doesn’t work out and the boy inventor is devastated. The family responds with applause. The boy is baffled…why are they applauding him when his idea didn’t work? The mother responds:

“From failure, you learn; from success, not so much.”

Implementing that belief in my life is difficult to say the least, but I keep being hit over the head with this concept, so I am listening and learning and trusting that everything-doesn’t-have-to-be-perfect-right-this-instant and I don’t have to beat myself up for it any longer. I can learn and I can grow and I can give life my best. I can believe deep down in my little toes that the journey is what is important and is what enables me to become the person God created me to be.

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book bonanza: the phantom tollbooth

Oct 18, 2011 by

We started this book as a family read-aloud eons ago. It has taken us fffffoooooorrrrrrrreeeeeevvvvveeeeerrrrrrrrrr to get through it. I don’t know why exactly. We have all thoroughly enjoyed it. It is hilarious. It has humor that made Richard laugh so hard he cried. It has math and language and culture and human nature and so much more.

It still took us forever…actually we still aren’t done. We have two more chapters, but we are determined to finish in the next few days!

Anyway, last night as I was reading, some words from the Princesses of Rhyme and Reason jumped out at me. I believe they are profound and they are just what I needed to hear. Maybe what all of us needed to hear.

It has been a long trip,” said Milo, climbing onto the couch where the princesses sat; “but we would have been here much sooner if I hadn’t made so many mistakes. I’m afraid it’s all my fault.”

You must never feel badly about making mistakes,” explained Reason quietly, “as long as you take the trouble to learn from them. For you often learn more by being wrong for the right reasons than you do by being right for the wrong reasons.”

“But there’s so much to learn,” he said with a thoughtful frown.

“Yes, that’s true,” admitted Rhyme; “but it’s not just learning things that’s important. It’s learning what to do with what you learn and learning why you learn things at all that matters.”

Isn’t that the truth! I have made so, so many mistakes in my life. I have beat myself up for them over and over again. At times they have been incapacitating. At times they were all I could think of. At times I have dwelled on them far more than is healthy (is dwelling ever healthy? Probably not!) For the past several years I have been trying to focus on the lessons…what the lessons are, why I need them, and what I am to do with the learning of them. It is a much healthier approach.

I’m reminded of my favorite scenes from Meet the Robinsons. An invention doesn’t work out and the boy inventor is devastated. The family responds with applause. The boy is baffled…why are they applauding him when his idea didn’t work? The mother responds:

“From failure, you learn; from success, not so much.”

Implementing that belief in my life is difficult to say the least, but I keep being hit over the head with this concept, so I am listening and learning and trusting that everything-doesn’t-have-to-be-perfect-right-this-instant and I don’t have to beat myself up for it any longer. I can learn and I can grow and I can give life my best. I can believe deep down in my little toes that the journey is what is important and is what enables me to become the person God created me to be.

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potw: comfortable old chair

Oct 17, 2011 by

Our poem this week is taken from Climb Into My Lap: First Poems to Read Together. “On Top of Spaghetti” was from this collection also.

I remember reading oodles of books each week while curled up in our tan recliner. I would read and read and read some more. I read so much my mom would say “Why can’t you be normal and watch TV or something?” I still read a lot, to myself and to my children, and I’m still not normal, so nothing has changed all that much.

Reading is an adventure where you get to use your imagination to create something completely yours. The scenery, voices, and characters all come alive in just the way you envision them. I have always been disappointed in movies made from books because the producers never get it right…they don’t use my creations!

Our poem this week pays tribute to that process…enjoy!

Comfortable Old Chair
by Karla Kuskin

A bird has a nest
A fox has a lair
A den is a home
If you’re a bear.
I have a comfortable old chair.

Soft pillowed blue,
A flowered cloud.
The perfect place to read aloud
to myself or silently
letting long words run over me,
letting the stories I have read
make moving pictures in my head.
New chairs are nice
but mine is best.
My spot to think in
brood in
rest
to plot in
dream in, many dreams,
to scheme a few outlandish schemes in.
Kings need crowns to be the king
but me
I can be anything
any person
anywhere
if I just have my book and chair.

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potw: comfortable old chair

Oct 17, 2011 by

Our poem this week is taken from Climb Into My Lap: First Poems to Read Together. “On Top of Spaghetti” was from this collection also.

I remember reading oodles of books each week while curled up in our tan recliner. I would read and read and read some more. I read so much my mom would say “Why can’t you be normal and watch TV or something?” I still read a lot, to myself and to my children, and I’m still not normal, so nothing has changed all that much.

Reading is an adventure where you get to use your imagination to create something completely yours. The scenery, voices, and characters all come alive in just the way you envision them. I have always been disappointed in movies made from books because the producers never get it right…they don’t use my creations!

Our poem this week pays tribute to that process…enjoy!

Comfortable Old Chair
by Karla Kuskin

A bird has a nest
A fox has a lair
A den is a home
If you’re a bear.
I have a comfortable old chair.

Soft pillowed blue,
A flowered cloud.
The perfect place to read aloud
to myself or silently
letting long words run over me,
letting the stories I have read
make moving pictures in my head.
New chairs are nice
but mine is best.
My spot to think in
brood in
rest
to plot in
dream in, many dreams,
to scheme a few outlandish schemes in.
Kings need crowns to be the king
but me
I can be anything
any person
anywhere
if I just have my book and chair.

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fisher and the old testament

Oct 11, 2011 by

Fisher and I…and Annes joins in too, but she is often up and down and all around so I don’t know how much is sinking in…have been reading the Old Testament Stories for the past couple of weeks. Yesterday we finished up Moses and today we are starting Joshua. I am amazed at how much he loves this scripture study time with me. He jumps up and down with a ginormous grin on his face and begs me to read it with him. We read for thirty minutes each morning and it is never enough for him.

This is all new to me. First off, I have never read any of the Scripture readers to my children. With my older girls, I have always read the actual scriptures and have pretty strong feelings about how critical that is, but he has glommed on to this book and is enjoying it so much that I have decided to use this fascination with it to share my love of the Old Testament with him. Secondly, I have never really studied the Old Testament with someone so young and innocent. It is kind of an interesting ball of wax to try to teach this naturally believing little boy about sacrifice, Cain & Abel, Jacob & Esau, and all the other somewhat strange things in the Old Testament.

The other day at my adult Worldviews class, Becky made a comment that has had me pondering. She said “I teach my children that if God does something or commands something, it is right and it is our job to figure out why and how.” This concept will certainly help me formulate my answers to Fisher when he questions why God asks certain things of us.

For now though, I am giddy with joy that my little boy will snuggle up on the couch with me and beg me to teach him scripture stories. I don’t know how long this will last or where this journey will take us, so I will just enjoy this precious time with him and pray that I may help build his relationship with his Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ.

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potw: try, try again

Oct 10, 2011 by

My house is still sleeping. I wish I was, but I am up working on Make It For Maggie and planning out our learning time for the next few days. I should have made my plans yesterday, but I was too tuckered out from a 3 AM Make It For Maggie working session with Kat on Saturday night to be able to think straight. I did teach my lesson at church and I did fellowship my fellow church-goers, but that is all I was able to do…the rest of the day was spent in a non-thinking mode!

Sometimes, some people in this house want to give up. Sometimes, some people think a task is too hard if it doesn’t come super-duper easily to them. Sometimes, some people are so afraid of failure they forget how to try. I am hoping as these words sink into our hearts that we will each make a decision to keep on keeping on, especially when its hard and we don’t feel up to the task.

Try Try Again
by T. H. Palmer

‘Tis a lesson you should heed,
If at first you don’t succeed,
Try, try again;

Then your courage should appear,
For if you will persevere,
You will conquer, never fear
Try, try again;

Once or twice, though you should fail,
If you would at last prevail,
Try, try again;

If we strive, ’tis no disgrace
Though we do not win the race;
What should you do in the case?
Try, try again

If you find your task is hard,
Time will bring you your reward,
Try, try again

All that other folks can do,
Why, with patience, should not you?
Only keep this rule in view:
Try, try again.

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potw: try, try again

Oct 10, 2011 by

My house is still sleeping. I wish I was, but I am up working on Make It For Maggie and planning out our learning time for the next few days. I should have made my plans yesterday, but I was too tuckered out from a 3 AM Make It For Maggie working session with Kat on Saturday night to be able to think straight. I did teach my lesson at church and I did fellowship my fellow church-goers, but that is all I was able to do…the rest of the day was spent in a non-thinking mode!

Sometimes, some people in this house want to give up. Sometimes, some people think a task is too hard if it doesn’t come super-duper easily to them. Sometimes, some people are so afraid of failure they forget how to try. I am hoping as these words sink into our hearts that we will each make a decision to keep on keeping on, especially when its hard and we don’t feel up to the task.

Try Try Again
by T. H. Palmer

‘Tis a lesson you should heed,
If at first you don’t succeed,
Try, try again;

Then your courage should appear,
For if you will persevere,
You will conquer, never fear
Try, try again;

Once or twice, though you should fail,
If you would at last prevail,
Try, try again;

If we strive, ’tis no disgrace
Though we do not win the race;
What should you do in the case?
Try, try again

If you find your task is hard,
Time will bring you your reward,
Try, try again

All that other folks can do,
Why, with patience, should not you?
Only keep this rule in view:
Try, try again.

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book bonanza: nobody rides the unicorn

Oct 4, 2011 by

Nobody Rides the Unicorn

Keziah’s birthday book this year is Nobody Rides the Unicorn. It is about an orphaned, servant girl who is tricked into beguiling a unicorn so the king can capture it. She is outraged that she has been used to commit this evil act and by risking her life, she sets the unicorn free. I love the courage the young girl shows and her determination to do right no matter the cost to herself. The artwork is soft and lovely. I hope Keziah treasures it.

It must be out of print or something because it is over $30 at Amazon. Barnes and Noble had it for $5.97, so we ordered it from there. If you decide to get, I recommend you do the same…big grin!

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book bonanza: nobody rides the unicorn

Oct 4, 2011 by

Nobody Rides the Unicorn

Keziah’s birthday book this year is Nobody Rides the Unicorn. It is about an orphaned, servant girl who is tricked into beguiling a unicorn so the king can capture it. She is outraged that she has been used to commit this evil act and by risking her life, she sets the unicorn free. I love the courage the young girl shows and her determination to do right no matter the cost to herself. The artwork is soft and lovely. I hope Keziah treasures it.

It must be out of print or something because it is over $30 at Amazon. Barnes and Noble had it for $5.97, so we ordered it from there. If you decide to get, I recommend you do the same…big grin!

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wahoo!

Sep 26, 2011 by

I attended Mary Ann Johnson’s Closet workshop on Saturday. It was phenomenal! Everyone should attend…really, every parent and grandparent would be blessed by this information about how to engage children in learning. Mary Ann’s mission is to teach people how to have deeper education experiences, sweeter family relationships, and brighter ideas.

As I have started implementing her ideas over the last few days, we have had exactly that…deeper educational experiences, sweeter family relationships, and brighter ideas. Our closet was much more successful this morning and even my busy little Annesley engaged. I was able to read 27 pages in Leif the Lucky for Keziah’s new history adventure and Annesley happily strung beads the entire time! I read a stack of books to Fisher and Annes while Fisher played with legos. Keziah and I discussed the Principle of Individuality, which is that God created each of His creations as unique entities. Nothing is a carbon copy. We are each unique beings with a unique mission. We also discussed how this applies to nations and what America’s mission might be. We talked about Jerusalem and what her mission is.

All of this type of stuff happens often, but today felt different. Everyone was happier. It felt more orderly. It felt more purposeful. It felt successful.

I also read on Tasha’s blog about her morning devotional which sparked all sorts of ideas in my head and made me realize I would like to have a richer devotional experience and have personal scripture study time set aside at that time instead of hoping each of us would squish it in at other times of the day. Today was our first day and it was awesome. Notice I did not say it was perfect…I don’t want anyone to read this and get the wrong picture in their head! But it was awesome. We had more order in who did what and everyone could see that each job wasn’t just picked randomly. We learned the new song from this month’s Ensign about the stripling warriors, started memorizing The Living Christ, memorized Moses 1:39, worked on our Poem Of The Week, found the Adelaide Australia temple on the map, discussed what the most important knowledge they can have is (that God is their Father and they are His children) and then watched this video:

Then we divided up and had 30 minutes of personal gospel study. I read Nephi, Nephi, The Scriptures Are True with Fisher and Annesley and then read the first five chapters of The Old Testament Reader. Then we came back together and each person shared what they had studied/learned about.

Awesome.

We have done lots of these things for years, but the 30 minutes of personal study time and the mom and little ones study time is new and is already my favorite thing! As my children have grown, our gospel discussions have grown with them and it was so nice to sit with just my two youngest and teach them about the creation of the earth, Adam and Eve, The Garden of Eden, the principle of agency, and the reality of Satan. It was wonderful to hear Fisher teaching Annesley about Cain and Abel and how Cain was angry at God and made a choice to kill his brother. It was wonderful to hear him shout “Helaman is my favorite!” I loved teaching Annesley about creation and how God loves us so much he made this beautiful earth for us to come to to learn to be like Him. I also loved having a specific time set aside to teach them my message of the day and share my thoughts with them about those things that are of most worth to me.

I felt like this morning was more meaningful. More alive. More me.

Thank you Tasha and Mary Ann for inspiring me to take the time to rethink our family devotional and learning times. It is already making a difference!

Now on to lunch, then violin practicing, Galileo, Language Lessons, FIAR with Fisher, outside time and my study time.

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book bonanza: the fantastic flying books of morris lessmore

Sep 20, 2011 by

My mom bought us an iPad back in May…yes, she is an amazing mama and grandma who spoiled us with this amazing present! We are still figuring out how to incorporate it into our life properly. We have some favorite math apps, Keziah has a geography app that she adores, I love having so many of our audio books available at all times, and Fisher uses the Bob Books app every day to work on reading. As each day passes, I am discovering just how useful it is.

A few weeks ago, I heard about the interactive book The Fantastic Flying Books of Morris Lessmore. I was skeptical at first because I am a book lover…as in a hardcover, fabulous font, must be the right smell and have the right size margins book lover. I am a tad obsessed about books and have a house full of them. I didn’t think I would like an electronic book…not a kindle or ibooks version, which I have found to be super handy, but an actual electronic book with all the bells and whistles that that medium offers. I finally gave in and decided to try it and let me just say it is adorable. I love the story (Morris is a book-lover as well), I love the messages (books are our friends and help us through life and writing our own book will bless the lives of others), I even love the interactiveness of it. My husband thinks it is sheer brilliance and is trying to figure out how to change professions mid-life…he has always wanted to be a children’s book author and this app broadened his view of what is possible. Our children have asked to “do Morris” again and again and again.

If you are blessed to have an iPad, give it a shot. I think you’ll love it!

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fiar: who owns the sun?

Sep 20, 2011 by

fiar: who owns the sun?

Who Owns The Sun?

Before I started Five In a Row with Fisher, I had never heard of this book. We put it on hold at the library and waited for our name to come up on the list. We were finally able to check it out and we read it yesterday snuggled up on my bed.

Oh. My. Heavens.

I MUST own this book.

I am so in love with it.

The problem? It is going for around 100 buckaroos because of the whole scarcity-grows-demand-grows-prices issue.

If I wasn’t an honest person I would just keep the one from the library and pay the fee…but who knows, maybe even their replacement fee would be in the three digit range? I am just going to have start telling everyone I know to keep their eyes peeled for it at used book stores!

This book was written and illustrated by a fourteen year old girl named Stacey Chbosky. The art work is so lovely. In fact, all of us are going to try to paint a sun like hers this afternoon because Fisher and I are so completely in love with her sun. I guess there is a yearly contest for students to write and illustrate their own books and then if they win their book is published. This book won the contest back in 1988. All of my children want to learn more about the contest and enter their books this year.

This beautiful story is a conversation between a boy and his daddy. The boy asks questions about who owns the sun, the stars, the birds, the wind, and the flowers. The dad gives answers that speak right to my soul, teaching his son that no one can own those things, they are too big and powerful for anyone to own them. They are for everyone to be blessed by. Then, the boy overhears a Mr. Finley saying he owns Big Jim, who is the boy’s father. The boy is angry and hurt and scared at the thought of anyone OWNING a human being when no one can even own a flower or the wind. His daddy teaches him about slavery in such a poignant way I could barely make it through the reading of it.

He says “A man is a beautiful thing, a very beautiful thing. But some men forget this. And sometimes they try to keep other men captive. They buy and sell people, as if human beings are no more than cattle. But only a fool believes he can really own another man, and only a fool will try. Mr. Finley may own my body, but I have a heart and I have a mind, and he can never own these. Inside of me, I’m too powerful to be owned by anyone. Inside, I am like the sun.”

Our family is pretty passionate about freedom for all of God’s children. We talk about different customs, cultures, and government forms often. We discuss which forms create the most freedom and which create the least. We have studied the lives of great men and women who have given everything they have to help others have freedom. This year, Keziah and I are studying American history from the Vikings to the Civil War and I can’t wait to recreate an Underground Railroad experience for her and her friends. I read several books about William Wilberforce during my pregnancy with Annesley and desperately wanted to name the child inside me after him (but she turned out to be a girl and so we named her after Susannah Annesley Wesley instead).

So, when I read this book yesterday, thinking it was just a lovely book about nature and how the world works, my heart soared when I realized it was really about slavery and freedom and the greatness of the human soul. What a great story!

Let’s all write to the publisher and beg them to re-issue it! In the meantime, I will buy it from anyone who finds it at a thrift store and throw in a foot massage as well!

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fiar: who owns the sun?

Sep 20, 2011 by

fiar: who owns the sun?

Who Owns The Sun?

Before I started Five In a Row with Fisher, I had never heard of this book. We put it on hold at the library and waited for our name to come up on the list. We were finally able to check it out and we read it yesterday snuggled up on my bed.

Oh. My. Heavens.

I MUST own this book.

I am so in love with it.

The problem? It is going for around 100 buckaroos because of the whole scarcity-grows-demand-grows-prices issue.

If I wasn’t an honest person I would just keep the one from the library and pay the fee…but who knows, maybe even their replacement fee would be in the three digit range? I am just going to have start telling everyone I know to keep their eyes peeled for it at used book stores!

This book was written and illustrated by a fourteen year old girl named Stacey Chbosky. The art work is so lovely. In fact, all of us are going to try to paint a sun like hers this afternoon because Fisher and I are so completely in love with her sun. I guess there is a yearly contest for students to write and illustrate their own books and then if they win their book is published. This book won the contest back in 1988. All of my children want to learn more about the contest and enter their books this year.

This beautiful story is a conversation between a boy and his daddy. The boy asks questions about who owns the sun, the stars, the birds, the wind, and the flowers. The dad gives answers that speak right to my soul, teaching his son that no one can own those things, they are too big and powerful for anyone to own them. They are for everyone to be blessed by. Then, the boy overhears a Mr. Finley saying he owns Big Jim, who is the boy’s father. The boy is angry and hurt and scared at the thought of anyone OWNING a human being when no one can even own a flower or the wind. His daddy teaches him about slavery in such a poignant way I could barely make it through the reading of it.

He says “A man is a beautiful thing, a very beautiful thing. But some men forget this. And sometimes they try to keep other men captive. They buy and sell people, as if human beings are no more than cattle. But only a fool believes he can really own another man, and only a fool will try. Mr. Finley may own my body, but I have a heart and I have a mind, and he can never own these. Inside of me, I’m too powerful to be owned by anyone. Inside, I am like the sun.”

Our family is pretty passionate about freedom for all of God’s children. We talk about different customs, cultures, and government forms often. We discuss which forms create the most freedom and which create the least. We have studied the lives of great men and women who have given everything they have to help others have freedom. This year, Keziah and I are studying American history from the Vikings to the Civil War and I can’t wait to recreate an Underground Railroad experience for her and her friends. I read several books about William Wilberforce during my pregnancy with Annesley and desperately wanted to name the child inside me after him (but she turned out to be a girl and so we named her after Susannah Annesley Wesley instead).

So, when I read this book yesterday, thinking it was just a lovely book about nature and how the world works, my heart soared when I realized it was really about slavery and freedom and the greatness of the human soul. What a great story!

Let’s all write to the publisher and beg them to re-issue it! In the meantime, I will buy it from anyone who finds it at a thrift store and throw in a foot massage as well!

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fiar: who owns the sun?

Sep 20, 2011 by

fiar: who owns the sun?

Who Owns The Sun?

Before I started Five In a Row with Fisher, I had never heard of this book. We put it on hold at the library and waited for our name to come up on the list. We were finally able to check it out and we read it yesterday snuggled up on my bed.

Oh. My. Heavens.

I MUST own this book.

I am so in love with it.

The problem? It is going for around 100 buckaroos because of the whole scarcity-grows-demand-grows-prices issue.

If I wasn’t an honest person I would just keep the one from the library and pay the fee…but who knows, maybe even their replacement fee would be in the three digit range? I am just going to have start telling everyone I know to keep their eyes peeled for it at used book stores!

This book was written and illustrated by a fourteen year old girl named Stacey Chbosky. The art work is so lovely. In fact, all of us are going to try to paint a sun like hers this afternoon because Fisher and I are so completely in love with her sun. I guess there is a yearly contest for students to write and illustrate their own books and then if they win their book is published. This book won the contest back in 1988. All of my children want to learn more about the contest and enter their books this year.

This beautiful story is a conversation between a boy and his daddy. The boy asks questions about who owns the sun, the stars, the birds, the wind, and the flowers. The dad gives answers that speak right to my soul, teaching his son that no one can own those things, they are too big and powerful for anyone to own them. They are for everyone to be blessed by. Then, the boy overhears a Mr. Finley saying he owns Big Jim, who is the boy’s father. The boy is angry and hurt and scared at the thought of anyone OWNING a human being when no one can even own a flower or the wind. His daddy teaches him about slavery in such a poignant way I could barely make it through the reading of it.

He says “A man is a beautiful thing, a very beautiful thing. But some men forget this. And sometimes they try to keep other men captive. They buy and sell people, as if human beings are no more than cattle. But only a fool believes he can really own another man, and only a fool will try. Mr. Finley may own my body, but I have a heart and I have a mind, and he can never own these. Inside of me, I’m too powerful to be owned by anyone. Inside, I am like the sun.”

Our family is pretty passionate about freedom for all of God’s children. We talk about different customs, cultures, and government forms often. We discuss which forms create the most freedom and which create the least. We have studied the lives of great men and women who have given everything they have to help others have freedom. This year, Keziah and I are studying American history from the Vikings to the Civil War and I can’t wait to recreate an Underground Railroad experience for her and her friends. I read several books about William Wilberforce during my pregnancy with Annesley and desperately wanted to name the child inside me after him (but she turned out to be a girl and so we named her after Susannah Annesley Wesley instead).

So, when I read this book yesterday, thinking it was just a lovely book about nature and how the world works, my heart soared when I realized it was really about slavery and freedom and the greatness of the human soul. What a great story!

Let’s all write to the publisher and beg them to re-issue it! In the meantime, I will buy it from anyone who finds it at a thrift store and throw in a foot massage as well!

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potw: on top of spaghetti

Sep 19, 2011 by

I decided we needed some humor this week and this poem is just the ticket to laughter! I can’t wait to read it to them this morning and start memorizing it! I can’t help but sing it to the tune of “On Top Of Old Smokey.”

On Top of Spaghetti
by Anonymous (why wouldn’t someone take credit for this?)

On top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese,
I lost my poor meatball, when somebody sneezed.

It rolled off the table, and onto the floor,
And then my poor meatball, rolled out of the door.

It rolled into the garden, and under a bush,
And then my poor meatball, was nothing buy mush.

The mush was as tasty, as tasty can be,
And early next summer, it grew into a tree.

The tree was all covered, with beautiful moss,
It grew lovely meatballs and tomato sauce.

So if you eat spaghetti, all covered with cheese,
Hold onto your meatball, and don’t ever sneeze!

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go to the dump

Sep 13, 2011 by

I cannot rave loudly enough about the RightStart Game Pack. Can you hear me shouting?

EVERY SINGLE HOME NEEDS THIS SET OF GAMES!!!

Okay, back to my normal voice now. We have owned it for many years and I consider it indispensable. It is probably the best $50 I have ever spent. I love these games and more importantly, my children love these games. Jessica over at Balancing Everything recently did a whole write-up about the RightStart materials. I don’t have time to write about everything right now, but I did want to share our love affair with one game.

Today I introduced Fisher to Go To The Dump. I loved seeing his eyes light up as he figured out the numbers in his head. Go To The Dump is just like Go Fish, except a pair is any two cards that add up to ten. So if you have a 4, you ask for a 6. If the other person doesn’t have it, they say “go to the dump” and you draw from the pile in the middle of the players.

5 + 5
6 + 4
7 + 3
8 + 2
9 + 1

We played one round and he begged for more, but then it was time for lunch. It is time for Annesley to learn how to play it as well so the two of them can play with each other without me.

Other favorites are Corners, Skip-Count Memory, Difference War, and Multiplication War. I need to spend more time playing these games with my children because inevitably once we start we spend several hours exploring mathematical concepts and everyone get oodles of practice with their math facts.

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go to the dump

Sep 13, 2011 by

I cannot rave loudly enough about the RightStart Game Pack. Can you hear me shouting?

EVERY SINGLE HOME NEEDS THIS SET OF GAMES!!!

Okay, back to my normal voice now. We have owned it for many years and I consider it indispensable. It is probably the best $50 I have ever spent. I love these games and more importantly, my children love these games. Jessica over at Balancing Everything recently did a whole write-up about the RightStart materials. I don’t have time to write about everything right now, but I did want to share our love affair with one game.

Today I introduced Fisher to Go To The Dump. I loved seeing his eyes light up as he figured out the numbers in his head. Go To The Dump is just like Go Fish, except a pair is any two cards that add up to ten. So if you have a 4, you ask for a 6. If the other person doesn’t have it, they say “go to the dump” and you draw from the pile in the middle of the players.

5 + 5
6 + 4
7 + 3
8 + 2
9 + 1

We played one round and he begged for more, but then it was time for lunch. It is time for Annesley to learn how to play it as well so the two of them can play with each other without me.

Other favorites are Corners, Skip-Count Memory, Difference War, and Multiplication War. I need to spend more time playing these games with my children because inevitably once we start we spend several hours exploring mathematical concepts and everyone get oodles of practice with their math facts.

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fiar: papa piccolo

Sep 12, 2011 by

fiar: papa piccolo

Papa Piccolo

This week for FIAR, Fisher and I are reading Papa Piccolo.

Last week we read Madeline (which I had somehow never read before!) and Fisher loved it. He loved counting all sorts of things throughout the book and memorized most of the story well enough to recite it back to me. We have the whole collection, so last night Richard read him a whole host of the other stories. Keziah has had a Madeline doll for several years and Fisher and Annes have had a ball dressing her and playing with her for days on end. They loved the doll’s appendix scar and have had to show it to everyone who has come over. Then our friend, Jennifer, had her appendix removed on Wednesday and while it was sad for Jennifer, it was exciting for Fisher and Annesley who feel like they are now experts on the whole surgical process!

Anyway, this week we are starting Papa Piccolo. We lucked out on Friday and found it at the library book sale for ten cents and Fisher has been begging me to read it to him ever since. But I made him wait until today and I know the minute he wakes up he will be ready for me to read it with him. The magic of making a child wait a little bit never ceases to amaze me!

I have never read this book either, but I know it is about a tomcat who learns to be nurturing to some orphaned kitties. I want my children to know men can be nurturing while also being strong and protective. I am looking forward to some great discussions with my little guy about manhood!

p.s. Now we have read it…and he loved it. We learned about gondolas, Venice, loneliness, family, love, service to others healing our hearts, and papa-hood. Fisher is such a gentle soul, I’m sure he will be a wonderful papa someday…and he has the most wonderful papa to teach him how.

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fiar: papa piccolo

Sep 12, 2011 by

fiar: papa piccolo

Papa Piccolo

This week for FIAR, Fisher and I are reading Papa Piccolo.

Last week we read Madeline (which I had somehow never read before!) and Fisher loved it. He loved counting all sorts of things throughout the book and memorized most of the story well enough to recite it back to me. We have the whole collection, so last night Richard read him a whole host of the other stories. Keziah has had a Madeline doll for several years and Fisher and Annes have had a ball dressing her and playing with her for days on end. They loved the doll’s appendix scar and have had to show it to everyone who has come over. Then our friend, Jennifer, had her appendix removed on Wednesday and while it was sad for Jennifer, it was exciting for Fisher and Annesley who feel like they are now experts on the whole surgical process!

Anyway, this week we are starting Papa Piccolo. We lucked out on Friday and found it at the library book sale for ten cents and Fisher has been begging me to read it to him ever since. But I made him wait until today and I know the minute he wakes up he will be ready for me to read it with him. The magic of making a child wait a little bit never ceases to amaze me!

I have never read this book either, but I know it is about a tomcat who learns to be nurturing to some orphaned kitties. I want my children to know men can be nurturing while also being strong and protective. I am looking forward to some great discussions with my little guy about manhood!

p.s. Now we have read it…and he loved it. We learned about gondolas, Venice, loneliness, family, love, service to others healing our hearts, and papa-hood. Fisher is such a gentle soul, I’m sure he will be a wonderful papa someday…and he has the most wonderful papa to teach him how.

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potw: caterpillars

Sep 12, 2011 by

In honor of Fisher and Annesley loving bugs so much, we are having a poem about bugs this week. Well, at least one type of bug! These two munchkins crack me up with their obsession of finding, catching, feeding, and observing bugs. It seems they spend hours every day in this one pursuit.

Something you won’t know about me unless you’ve known me for years is that I used to be terrified of bugs. Absolutely terrified. When Blythe was a baby, I used to go ask my neighbors to come and kill spiders in my house. I used to scream uncontrollably and at the top of my lungs whenever I got near a bug. It was really quite despicable!

I didn’t want to pass this fear on to my children, so I made a decision to teach my children about bugs and to not act scared in any way, shape, or form. It was quite the decision…but I stuck with it…and by the time Blythe was three she told everyone she met that she was a bug-lover. Now my two youngest are bug lovers as well. Anyone who has spent even the smallest bit of time with them has seen them with bugs in their hands. The sheer volume of insects, spiders, caterpillars, moths, butterflies, and all sorts of other creepy-crawlies that pass through this house astounds me!

I succeeded!

On to our poem of the week…

Caterpillars
by Aileen Fisher

What do caterpillars do?
Nothing much but chew and chew.

What do caterpillars know?
Nothing much but how to grow.

They just eat what by and by
will make them be a butterfly,

But that is more than I can do
however much I chew and chew.

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ready to rumble!

Sep 7, 2011 by

Ready or not, here we come!

iFamily Leadership Academy begins today! I am mentoring six youth in an intense Worldviews and YOU! course, all my children are taking a wide variety of classes, and we will get to be with fifty other families for learning adventures each week.

Silly excited!

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homeschooling: how to start

Sep 1, 2011 by

I have had many people ask me over the years how to start homeschooling. The whole thing feels big and overwhelming and uncomfortable because it is an unknown. We all know how to do the whole public school thing, but homeschooling often feels like unchartered territory. We don’t know what it looks like, so we don’t know how to create it.

If you are a brand new homeschooler or even considering it, this post is for you.

First, breathe.

Really, take some deep breaths and allow that oxygen to saturate your body. Breathe, breathe, and breathe some more.

Second, pray.

Start each day in prayer or meditation and ponder what your children need from you. I promise you, the answers will come.

Third, read lots of different books about educational philosophy. Erickson, Dewey, Montessori, Waldorf, Charlotte Mason, Leadership Education, Classical Education, Prussian models (learn where the current American model came from), colonial-era ideas, Sir Ken Robinson (watch him at TED!), John Taylor Gatto, etc. As you read, ideas will be bouncing around in your head…some will feel right, some will feel wrong, some will feel like you need to ponder them more, some will be intriguing, some will be rejected immediately. Let yourself experience all sorts of ideas and sort out what feels right and what feels wrong. You will come to understand what your view of childhood is, how you think education happens best, and what course you want to pursue with your own children. Some books that have greatly impacted my life are Leadership Education: The Phases of Learning, A Thomas Jefferson Education, You Are Your Child’s First Teacher, Better Late Than Early, The Charlotte Mason Companion, The Seven-Lesson Schoolteacher, The Well-Trained Mind, A Mother Just Like You, The Underground History of American Education, The Three R’s and Teach Like Your Hair’s On Fire: The Methods and Madness Inside Room 56 (I love all of Rafe Esquith’s books…read them all!). I have read hundreds of books about education and each have influenced me. It is hard for me to go back in time to when Blythe was five and figure out what was impactful then, but I think the books above will give you a wealth of fodder to chew on.

Fourth, focus on rhythms, routines, and relationships. What are those things, you say?

Rhythms are the flow of your day. These things don’t need to necessarily happen at a certain time, just have a rhythm to them. Rhythms are family specific…each family’s daily flow will look and feel different. Some will start with yoga, some with gardening, some with snuggle time, some with music, some with cleaning, some with eating and then from there they will continue to look different. Some homes are high energy, some are calm, some are orderly, some are a tad chaotic feeling. Figure out what you want your day to look AND feel like and start creating or fine tuning your rhythms.

Routines are the way things get done. Cleaning, meals, learning time, phone calls answered, errands, email, etc. Anything that needs to be done will usually go more smoothly and efficiently if there is some kind of learned system for how it is to be accomplished in your home.

Relationships are the connections and trust (or lack thereof) you have with your children and they have with one another. A wise mentor once told me if they can’t trust you emotionally, they won’t trust you academically. If a child feels you understand their heart they are much more likely to listen to you, yearn to obey you, and desire to learn from you.

I actually struggle with all three of the R’s…none of it comes naturally to me, so if it doesn’t come naturally to you, please don’t give up or think you can’t homeschool. Homeschooling is a journey, an adventure ride, and a refining process all at once. Homeschooling helps me grow into the mother I want to be. Homeschooling teaches me what I need to change in my mothering so I can be who and what they need me to be. People often tell me, “I could never homeschool, I’m not organized enough” or “I want to homeschool, but I am not patient enough” and I tell them “None of us are the perfect homeschooling mother, we all struggle with organization and patience and systems, but we keep trying and learning and growing and loving and it gets easier and more natural as time goes on.”

Fifth, start with some basics. Study your Core (your source of truth) Book(s) and make those truths come alive for your children. Gather your children around you and have time together in the morning. You may have a big ol’ family devotional or just read-aloud time or singing time. Pick some things you want to do every day and make them special. Then add in read-aloud time. Read books that reinforce your core values, that nourish the soul, stimulate the mind, and are a pleasure to read. When that is going well, add in something else, like math, science, history, geography, nature studies, narration, FIAR, music, art, poetry, etc. Study the lives of great men and women. Choose things you are interested in and do them. Go on walks, collect rocks and bugs. Go on bike rides. Make a picnic and read outside under the trees. Cook with them. Enjoy them. Find what works in the course of your day and what doesn’t. You will know. Trust me, you will know.

Sixth, pray (if that works for you) and breathe some more.

Seventh, keep educating yourself. Study, learn, read, write, discuss. Model learning for your children. Share what you are excited about. Invite them on your learning journey.

Eighth, smile, laugh, create family traditions you love, make being part of your family (and your homeschool) super cool and special. Enjoy your children and love them.

Ninth, pray and ponder what your mission is and what your children’s missions are. Prepare for those things and be ready and willing to serve, lead, sacrifice, and love those people and causes that you feel led to. Assist your children in doing the same.

Tenth, build a community of people who are on your same path.

It works. It really does.

Now, I have had a lot of people ask me what our days look like. I hesitate to share this because the whole point of this post is to inspire you to create your OWN days, not copy mine, but for those of you that need a picture before you can start tweaking, here you go…but remember create your own.

In our home, we start with singing time…we pull out all our drums, shakers, and rhythm sticks and sing at the top of our lungs. Each person picks out at least one song, but often it is much more. Then we have a prayer to start our learning time, recite the pledge, learn about our temple of the day and find where it is located on our big maps. Many times we find lots of other things on the maps too. I often read a story of faith, courage, or sacrifice from our family, religious, nation’s, or world’s history. We read our scriptures and discuss them. We learn or practice our Poem of the Week. Then we do spelling words, a grammar lesson, and whatever else I feel like teaching them at that time. This is my special time to share what I love with my children. We may discuss a current situation going on in the world, read a science book, each write a poem, act out a historical event, or whatever…I just share what I am thinking about and we go with it for however long we are interested in it. Then Blythe heads off to her room for her studies while I read to the younger three for awhile. Sometimes read-aloud time is fifteen minutes, sometimes two hours. Keziah camps out on a couch surrounded by her math books, art work, handwriting, and whatever else she wants to work on while I read. Fisher and Annes usually draw or play with blocks while I read to them. Reading time is often interrupted with questions, finding places on the maps from our readings, needing to grab a snack, or someone at the door. We have learned to go with the flow of the morning. When I am tired of reading or their interest has waned we move on to the next phase of our morning. I often work with Fisher on reading or math, play learning games with Fisher and Annes, work one on one with Keziah in her studies, teach them all about whatever I am excited about, or if they are all happily learning on their own I will sit with them and study my books, knowing I will be interrupted on a regular basis. By now, it is lunchtime and Blythe makes lunch and we all eat and clean up together before starting our afternoon routine. Afternoons are often full of personal reading time, artwork, outside time, sewing, projects, science, FIAR time with Fisher, one on one time with any children who need me academically or emotionally, and my study time. During the mornings we are all together in our learning room (well, except for Blythe who studies in her room), but during the afternoons we are all over the house and yard. We gather back together for dinner prep, eating, and clean-up. Then we have scripture study and family read-aloud time in the evenings when Richard can join us. On some days I throw the whole routine out the window and go on a hike or park or some other adventure with them.

Many days go really well, some go so-so, some are terrible and I want to give up and throw in the towel, but usually at the end of a day I am grateful for my life as a homeschooling mother. Errands, email, blogging, phone calls, etc are all squished in around the edges and I have to force myself to not let those things take over my life. Laundry is my nemesis, as are dishes and the amount of messes that occur when five people are home together all day every day. I haven’t figured any of that out, but I have learned that I can clean all day long or I can learn all day long and either way my home is in about the same condition the next day. There will always be work to do in the upkeep of a home, but there won’t always be children wanting to learn, so develop a cleaning routine that works for you and then focus on the learning and being together.

I have been homeschooling for fifteen years. I am in a different place than someone just starting out. I have different worries than I did back then…and a different sense of peace. If I had to do it over again, I would make many of the same choices, but I would also gather them around me more and BE with them more. I would go on more walks in the mountains, schedule less of our days, and relish in the joy of learning together more. I did all of those things, but now that I see how fast life changes into having a youth with all sorts of needs and schedules, I would go back and do less. I would relish reading Charlotte’s Web for a whole afternoon. I would turn off my phone, build a fort, bake some cookies, and read with her. Now that she spends her time studying in her room for hours upon hours every day, I wish I could back and snuggle with her again as a precious little six year old.

Now my eyes are full of tears as I think back to those early days of homeschooling. We had so much fun together. Before Blythe was eight years old, we had read our core book over and over and over again, all of E.B. White’s works, all of the Chronicles of Narnia, The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, thousands of picture books, Little Britches, The Little House on the Prairie series, and so many more. We spent our days reading books, going on walks, and collecting bugs. Now I have a busy schedule and lots of people who need me and I rarely have a day to spend sitting in a fort or going on a two hour walk. I need to figure out a way to be in this current phase of my life and still create the magic that I had with Blythe.

If you are just starting out or even thinking about the possibility of homeschooling, I am happy to talk in-depth with you and help you on this journey. It is a journey I am so grateful to be on and I love helping others on the path.

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We love Robert Louis Stevenson at our house! Keziah has loved Mr. Stevenson’s poems since her Liberty Girls group spent a semester studying poetry. A Child’s Garden of Verses (the version illustrated be Gyo Fujikawa is so charming!) is one of our favorite poetry books and this week’s poem comes from there.

A Good Boy
by Robert Louis Stevenson

I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day,
I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play.

And now at last the sun is going down behind the wood,
And I am very happy, for I know that I’ve been good.

My bed is waiting cool and fresh, with linen smooth and fair
And I must be off to sleepsin-by, and not forget my prayer.

I know that, till tomorrow I shall see the sun arise,
No ugly dream shall fright my mind, no ugly sight eyes.

But slumber hold me tightly till I waken in the dawn,
And hear the thrushes singing in the lilacs round the lawn.

I have no idea what sleepsin-by is, but I am hoping to find out today!

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