Snow day from last weekend

This one requires a bit of explanation - Rose is mimicking a meerkat, trying to dig through the snow down to find dinner.

Serendipity

I admit it...I'm a sucker for romantic comedies. You've Got Mail, Sleepless In Seattle, Only You, Return To Me and While You Were Sleeping (as well as many others) are all DVD's that I have purchased and watch over and over again. Serendipity is also on the top of my list. I have watched these so many times that I can point out editing errors that should have been fixed. In Serendipity's opening credits, for example, you see them panning down some tall busy city building. What you might not have noticed is that, if you look closely, you can see the camera boom in the window reflections. In Romancing The Stone, the map changes several times from laminated to unlaminated. You also see Michael Douglas over-shoot the truck with his backpack and the supposedly remote waterfall cave they dig in? Yep, you can see the tire treads from their previous takes upon approach.

But none of these things ruin the movies for me. I'm a sucker for them. In fact, Hubby proposed to me after we watched Groundhog Day. It's "our" movie.

For those of you who are not romantic comedy buffs, the movie Serendipity, similarly to Only You, poses the question of fate. Are we indeed fated to someone or some life? Or is it all chance? One of the key scenes in the movie goes like this...

- It can't get any more clearer than this. I'm not supposed to be doing this. It's not in the cards.
- Hey, it's another one of your clues, man. Let's talk about it in the cab... on the way over.
- It's not a clue. It's a sign.
- What's the difference?
- A clue is what a detective uses to find a suspect. The receipt, the warehouse, that French guy-- those are clues. This is a sign. Me never finding the book, that's a sign. Sara never finding the $5.00 bill, that's a sign.
- How could something not happening be a sign?
- Maybe the absence of signs is a sign. Isn't it?

Well, I'll have you know there is no absence of clues or signs in what I'm about to show you. Let's see the clues first...
Clue #1:


Clue #2:


Clue #3:


Sign #1:
The 2.75 year old being happily quiet all by herself with the baby.

You always *think* quiet is good...it never is. So was this fated or left up to chance? I choose to believe this incident was 'opportunistic' at best. ;)

Thank God Almighty for Physical Therapists!

As I briefly mentioned, I have been lying flat on my back for almost 2 solid weeks.

Let me back track...
I decided to go crazy and paint...nearly my whole house...by myself. I painted a 2-story foyer (though my SIL did help me with that because I don't like those straight ladders), stairway, hallway, kitchen, breakfast room, living room and kids bathroom. All in the course of like 2 weeks. Yes, I went paint crazy. That's a different story.

After almost all of the painting was done and I was down to piddley (how DO you spell that word?) touch-ups, I started feeling immense pain in my back. It started two weeks ago today. I spent that Friday taking it easy. On Saturday, I felt better so we went out and did a Christmas event and then a 1 1/2 hr drive to and from SIL's house and then I went to a party that night...tolerable, sore pain. Sunday I awoke with sharp stabbing pains in my mid-back. I got the Tylenol and heating pad and through I needed a couple days rest. By Monday, I was feeling worse. On Tuesday, after crying through my shower, I called my doctor. (Yes, I'm one of those who's quick to ask for help...teehee). I barely tolerated the drive there and was in tears in the waiting room because sitting was excruciating.

Now I have to pause and say that while I've always thought of myself as a pain-weenie, I did go through natural childbirth of my own free will last time and would do it again, given the choice. So I have to say that I probably have a pretty good pain tolerance when it's all said and done.

The doctor came into the exam room, saw me lying on my back. Uttered the words, "possible kidney stone" and asked me for a urine sample. I wanted to cry again with the thought of having to attempt that feat. He glanced at my back but never even touched me. He sent the nurse in with a shot of muscle relaxant and gave it 20 minutes to "feel better". It didn't. I was so desperate to get home that I somehow made it through the sample routine. After he cleared me for kidney stones, he sent me on my merry way with a prescription strength anti-inflammatory and muscle relaxant (Flexoril). They both had daunting possible side effects so I decided to do one at a time. I took the anti-inflammatory. It gave me blurry eyes and mellowed me out but nothing else. Around 8pm, I took the Flexeril. At 11:30, Hubby woke me and told me it was time to go to bed. My eyes were so blurry that I couldn't make out any shapes whatever - only colors. Very disoriented, I somehow made it upstairs. As I stumbled into the bathroom, I announced to Dear Hubby that I was going to hurl. He tried to talk me out of it...and he told me to cough. Coughing, amazingly, works! But not long enough. So, really hurting back and hurling...not a good combo. Somehow I made it back to bed and vowed never to let Flexeril ever darken my doorstep ever again.

I used the anti-inflammatories and ice packs and stayed on my back...one day, two days, three days...suddenly, it had been a solid week and I was quite depressed. My Christmas tree wasn't up, I had exactly 3 Christmas presents bought and I realized I had only 14 days left. I was getting better but it was very slow going. I also had a MOPS craft to facilitate (today), a Christmas book to gather submissions for and all the baking as well as decorating and shopping. So on Wednesday, I decided I just had to get up. Maybe the muscle was too tight now from non-use and needed to be used. Wednesday I increased my activity a little (still didn't go anywhere but did a few things around the house) and Thursday I did the same. I was determined to at least drop off the craft materials for the moms today.

This morning, I called my doctor and asked for a referral to my old physical therapist who I saw for sciatica during my last pregnancy. At the meeting, I was doing ~moderately well~ until I sat down for the last 30 minutes. That was horrendous and the thought of collecting my children from their rooms and getting my van loaded up with the craft items was enough to make me cry again.

Sharp stabbing pains for almost 2 weeks straight had taken my last nerve away and when I got the report that Matthew had acted up in class, I applauded myself for not bloodily murdering him on the spot (SEE?? I'm NOT super mom!)

Somehow, children made it home alive and the baby got nursed and put down for nap and the kids went up for quiet time. FIL arrived to babysit for me while I went to the physical therapist.

I teared up several times on the way over there, just sitting in the seat driving. I saw no future and was scared that the PT (physical therapist) was going to make me even more sore.

I got on her bed, she had me twist this way and that way a few times, telling her when it hurt where. Then she had me lay on my stomach she poked around my spine for 30 seconds, called the student over to show him what she found. She got me into a pretzel and pulled this way for 30 seconds and that way for 30 seconds and had me sit up.
"How does that feel?" she asked.
"I could KISS you! Ohhhhh my gosh! I feel soooooooo much better!"

Seriously, there's not much I wouldn't have done at that moment to show my appreciation for what she did. She showed me exercises and did ultrasound and some kind of electrode therapy (I'm sure it has a cooler name though). She said that, probably due to my excessive painting, I had twisted one of my vertebra - it was very slightly (she said a "hair") misaligned. And that tiny misalignment caused that much pain. I never would have believed it.

I still have some pain but I feel 1000 times better than I did this morning. I'm even able to cook dinner tonight and I haven't done that in two weeks. I have been able to sit here this whole time and type this post. Last week, I could barely tolerate sitting long enough to take a drink of water. This woman needs to be paid more. A LOT more.

Bless you, Cathy, the ultimate PT! Have the most blessed of blessed holidays...and new year...and...life...ever!! MWAHHHH


Ummm...anyone wanna come paint my pantry/laundry room, master bath and master bedroom? Hmmm...maybe next year. Maybe I should hire someone next time. Learn from my mistakes...if you have 4 kids ages 7 and under, don't do marathon painting. Not a great sport and there aren't any medals.

Merry Christmas

Non-Crappy Starring You! eCards on JibJab

I've hurt my back and haven't been able to sit at the computer for a while but I'll be back soon!! :)

Happy November!!

Ahhh...the smell of leaves burning, the sound of wind whistling and dark skies. My favorite. Snuggled up in warm blankets with a cup of joe or hot chocolate....mmmmmm. All we need now is the rain pelting against the house and some ice storms. Well, maybe not the ice storms.

So many of you have asked about my moon pic. First, you must know that taking a picture of the full moon is very difficult...and requires a lot of luck. You have that shiny white globe on black. With something that you obviously can't use a flash on. Not easy. But I had a bit of luck. Here are the technical details:
Olympus E500 (digital SLR)
Tripod
F5.6, ISO 100, 150mm zoom lens
Stored at HQ setting (3264 X 2448, 1/8 compression)
And lots of luck. ;) Hubby is so impressed with that shot that I might be able to get some much nicer zooms in the future. Double YAY! :)

Halloween pictures are coming soon.

I'm sure you're wondering why I've been a little MIA the last couple weeks. I've been *extremely* busy. First there was a last minute consignment sale that I spent quite a bit of time on. I had to put the clothes on hangers a certain way and print up tags and attach them a certain way and drop off and pick up and it was pretty crazy. Then came the first big MOPS craft. We did three different jar mixes. I thought the moms would appreciate ideas for the upcoming gift-giving season. They did. But it was a LOT of work on my part. Mainly because recipes call for volume but most every ingredient I purchased listed weight. It was NOT fun, to say the least, figuring out how much I needed of everything...times 60 women. But I survived and had enough ingredients. And, I've been getting orders for more through word-of-mouth. So I've turned it into a mini fundraiser for our group but I have jars and ingredients all over the house. And I have to decorate them up cute if I'm selling them so it's been time consuming (not to mention the added shopping of even more frustrating ingredients! Why can't we just move to the metric system and be done with it?? Did you know America is one of ONLY THREE nations to not use metrics? I swear, I'm gonna start buying non-American cookbooks and use my handy dandy electronic scale that Hubby so nicely got me last Christmas). Where was I? Oh yes...fundraiser.

After that small crisis (that I'm still working on, btw), Halloween had the gall to sneak up and say, "Boo". So I cut a few corners on the family tradition of making all the costumes but they all had fun anyway. And their costumes were cute. Yes, I said the pictures are coming SOON.

Combine all that with Hubby out-of-state for training for a week and another short trip, I've had my hands quite full.

However, that doesn't mean we're not learning around here. Grammy, the ever-teacher, has been concerned about Rose's reading ability lately. Rose is 4.5yrs and Grammy has taught pre-K for 20+ years so she feels she's an expert on where Rose should be. What I've been telling her is that she *might* be a little behind in reading (but I really don't think so) but she's further ahead in spelling and writing. I've touched on this before but I'll mention it again.

I'm not exactly sure how Matthew learned to read. I think he would memorize the story I read him before naptime and read it back to himself after I left. I think somehow, in understanding those 'sight words', he figured out phonics as well. But he has never liked to write much. He can write and he knows how to but doesn't do it very often. Rose, on the other hand, started writing long before she could read. She would copy words or ask us how to spell words so she could write them down. She has pages and pages full of words she's written. Through writing, she has become interested in reading. She knows the sounds each letter makes and when she comes to a word, she sounds out each letter and then puts them together, Sesame Street style. But I've suspected she knows more than she wants to let on for a while now. She will come to a word whose phonics don't sound right but she will say the word correctly. For example, she will come across the word, same. She will sound out, "sss ahhh mmmm eeee" and then say, "same". But if she followed the phonetics she has just sounded out, it would come out more like /sah-me/. So I suspect she's a much better reader than someone who needs to sound each letter out each time.

Last night, the kids wanted to go up to a Trunk-or-treat. I have two booster seats in the back and Grammy was trying to fit in between them. It's a tight squeeze and as Rose watched Grammy wrestle with the seatbelt, she said, "Grammy, I think maybe you are a little too b-i-g." Grammy was quite shocked that Rose had spelled it out correctly. So a while later, I hear Grammy testing Rose..."Rose, what does l-i-t-t-l-e spell?" Rose puts on a big 'i'm thinking hard about this' face and says, "Small, I think". Grammy starts to say, "No, sound it out". "Grammy," I interjected, "I think you're being played". She wasn't quite convinced. To put it to the test, I just pulled her over here while typing. I minimized my window so she couldn't see the word spelled out.

"Rose, what does l-i-t-t-l-e spell?" I asked.
"Sssssloved"
"Roooose, what does it spell?"
"Okay...you help me sound it out."
"No, I think you can do it by yourself," I said.
She sounds out (from memory) "/luh - i - t - t - luh/...little!"
Yep Grammy, I think you've been played. ;)

And a funny to send you on your merry day...
Leaving one house last night, Matthew starts tiptoeing very carefully down the sidewalk. "Watch out, there's dog scat here". While other 7 year olds are out there giggling about the word, poop, mine is using the correct terminology. Apparently my kid watches too much Discovery Channel. ;)

Consider yourself mooned

And thus my inner photographer takes a grand sigh and says, "WOW...how'd I ever pull THIS pic off??"

Mosaics

Hey guys - I know there are other Amy Grant fans out there. If so, check out Becky's blog - she's giving away three copies of Amy's new book, Mosaics, away!

For those who don't know me well...well, Amy was a HUGE part of my childhood. I remember the day Carrie brought a copy of Amy's first album to 4th grade recess. It was raining that day so we were stuck inside our classroom instead of out on the playground. The teacher somehow let Carrie play Father's Eyes and several others and I was hooked. I did talent shows and sang songs in church with Amy's music (and I had the mock leopard-skin jacket and perm to prove it!). As an adult, my music tastes have changed as much as her style of music has and I continue to love everything she produces. But in the last year, I had a yearning for the earlier music and I have gone back to purchase the oldies and it's amazing that those old songs really speak to me now as much as they did in 4th, 5th, 6th, etc. grades. Thanks Amy!

And Thanks for the chance, Becky! :)

Welcome at last!

Apparently Autumn heard my previous post because she has finally arrived at long last. Missing a plethora of her usual glory, she is also undaunted, shown by knocking the breath out of me as I opened my front door yesterday. Hubby is out of town this week and so I dutifully checked the weather last night and switched the thermostat from "cool" over to "heat" when I saw that it was supposed to get down in the 40's and 50's overnight.

This morning I awoke at 8am to a toasty warm 61 degree house, after realizing I had nearly frozen to death last night. NOW what? My first thought was to make some coffee and dig my winter robe and slippers out of the back of my closet. Having accomplished that, somehow my thoughts ended up remembering that when the Great Summer Floor Disaster occurred, the commercial fans had blown out the pilot light on the water heater. Of course, it was summer then and we didn't think about the furnace pilot light.

Naturally, I'm scared to death of pilots and lights but especially when you put them together in a sentence. Admit it - you are too. All your life, they tell you NOT to put an open flame anywhere NEAR gas. It's a *bad*...no *very, very bad* combination. But Hubby is gone and I have a sick kiddo running a temp. The light had to be lit, without a pilot (save me), despite my fears.

I couldn't find the instructions on how to do it. FIL uses electric but offered to light it if I could find the instructions (what a sweet man). After quite a bit of searching around the furnace (where Hubby swore the manual was) and rummaging through the filing cabinet of important papers and a quick not-really-any-help call to Hubby, I was able to locate and print out the re-lighting instructions online (amazing what you can find online these days!?!). I debated asking FIL to do it for me but he's a 30 minute drive away and has, you know, a life of his own to live. I decided I needed to be brave and at least attempt to light the durned thing myself (and yes, I can use the word 'durned' because I was raised, for all intents and purposes, a Missouri hick - this is the one slang word I allow myself).

As I plodded back downstairs, I actually found the instruction manual attached to the side of the furnace (guess it doesn't take a genius to know what Freud would say about that). Turns out that it is a newer model and is one of those automatic ignition contraptions. So there was no match to light. PHEW! I simply turned the electric off to the unit, turned the gas switch to 'off', waited 5 minutes, turned it back to 'on' and turned the electric back on. Soon we had that nasty I-just-turned-the-furnace-on-for-the-first-time-this-year smell coming out of our vents. But even those simple steps were very scary. There were cautions and warnings all OVER the manual about 'if you smell natural gas' and 'if unit has been in contact with water' (hmmm...water on floors did drip in that area - how much water is a concern?), etc. I found my stomach in all kinds of knots.

I also found my baby laying right inside the front door of the house, just in case we (rather, the kids) had to make a very quick exit. It's ok - I can say it out loud. Ahem. "My name is Laurie and I'm a nut job who's afraid to light things. Think of me as an anti-pyromaniac". Starting our campfire last summer caused me more concern than the average person, I'm sure. I don't know where this fear came from - I have no scary childhood tales of bad fires or anything of the sort. Though perhaps my mother's fear of my father falling asleep while smoking and 'burning down the house while we are all sleeping' hit a target she wasn't quite aiming for. That one might have been left better unsaid to this child. =;0D

So, I will rest warm and snuggly tonight and I wish you all well-lit pilot lights that never go out.

I miss you!

Where are your loud crashes throughout my day? Where is your smell of decaying leaves? The sound of crunching twigs beneath my feet and the wind ripping through my jacket, causing me to pull it closer to my skin? Where are my THUNDERSTORMS????

Alas, Fall, I miss you. Please visit soon.

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Despite the disgustingly *very* unusually warm weather, we've been quite busy. We've had playdates with homeschooling friends, Bible studies, MOPS, poetry creating sessions with more homeschooling friends, etc. Rose and Jade have both had two different illnesses (again, COME ON Fall!!!). And Hubby has gone out of town for training this week. So it's only going to get busier, I'm sure.

But in the midst of our busy-ness, we're still learning. Me especially. I told the kids that I got them a couple books on CD. This is a totally new experience for us all. In explaining what they were, Matthew asked why people wouldn't just read the book to themselves.
"Books on CD are really great for several reasons. One, if you have tired eyes. Two, if you are young and can't read yet. Three, if you have a long drive to work (like almost everyone in our city does), it's a great way to pass the time..."
"Oh, yeah, like Grandma has one about Jonah!" Matthew interjects.
"I'm sure she does. Grandma really likes books on CD," I reply.
"Yeah...Jonah...that's my fav...no wait. It's my second favorite Bible story."
"Really? What's your favorite one?" I query.
"The one where Jesus," [dub total astonishment voice over this part] "feeds FIVE THOUSAND from just a few fish and loaves of bread!"

Flowers Schmauers

Believe it or not, I think they kinda nailed me on this one.

You Are a Nasturtium (incidentally, this is one of the things Hubby does grow and eat in our garden)

"You are more than what you seem. Outwardly, you are a confident person with just a little bit of a temper. Inwardly, you are someone who needs some serious TLC and attention."

What kind are you?

Case and Point

Thanks, Katie, for sending this one. Good illustration (and a good laugh too)!

Randomness again

I think the bottom line, for me anyway, is that we do what works best for our children.

Absolutely Pam! Remember they started out every one of our La Leche League meetings that way..."There are many different ideas shared here in our meetings from co-sleeping to cloth diapers and everything in between. Please take what you can use and leave the rest. We're here to support you in doing what works best for your family." I freely admit there are a lot of families where unschooling would not work.

An online buddy just emailed me this morning. Her son has been working on telling time recently. I don't think she considers herself an unschooler but they do homeschool their son. In working on time through workbooks, he gained an interest in it. She got some additional books at the library on time and yesterday, he went into their yard, all of his own volition, and made a sun clock with sticks, rocks, toys and used a t-ball bat for the middle. I would bet that he understands the concept of time and daylight much better than most kids his age from that freedom in exploring the concept in his own way. WTG M!! :)

Matthew, Rose and I caught an episode of "Don't Forget The Lyrics" a couple weeks ago. We've not watched it since but it made a big impression on us. Mostly because we all love music. As much as we all love listening to music (and I love singing it), it is *very* rare that I hear Matthew actually singing. Rose can make up her own songs and sing to herself for two hours in her room but I can't remember the last time I heard Matthew sing. And Rose makes up her own songs and sings the typical little kid songs like Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and such but I don't hear her singing songs off their favorite CD or movies, etc.

After watching the show, I was talking to Hubby and telling him that a home version of "Don't Forget The Lyrics" would be a really fun party idea. We both enjoy entertaining, though we rarely do it, so finding an idea that appealed to both of us was fun to talk about. Matthew piped up that we should start out with a kids version. When he elaborated, he said we should start with their Veggie Tales Silly Songs CD that's in the van. So the past couple of weeks whenever we go anywhere, we've been playing "Don't Forget The Lyrics, Kid Style" (Matthew's name). I let the music play and at some point, I turn the power off and let the kids sing out what they think the next line of the song is. They can ask for a backup singer (each other or me) and occasionally I can come up with couple different multiple choice lines for them to choose from.

This game has been SO fun for us all. I think I enjoy it more than they do. You have *not* laughed yourself silly until you hear Matthew sing the lyrics, "Sometimes I'm off-key when I sing" or when he sings the line, "And you can't come because you don't speak French"... and to hear Rose pipe up the next segment, "Au revoir!" in that I-know-it-all-better-than-anyone four year old attitude.

So I'm finally getting to hear my kids sing. Aside from fun and silly, it's also been really interesting. They know the lyrics well. They can sing the Pirates of Penzance song, Modern Major General. Veggie Tales commonly takes well-known songs and changes the words around. There's a take-off on Funiculi Funicula called Larry's High Silk Hat that is just hysterical. If you haven't watched it, take the 4 minutes. You probably don't know which song I'm talking about from the title but I guarantee you, you'll recognize it.

Which brings me to the next item...cartoons. On Sunday night, I decided to go all out and make a fajita dinner from scratch. Yes, I made the tortillas, refried beans and everything (short of wringing the chicken's neck). This was quite labor intensive and unfortunately the kids didn't want to help out that night. The girls wanted to watch something on TV so I flipped around and found "Top Cat" was coming on Boomerang. I was just telling Rose a few weeks ago that was my favorite cartoon as a kid, after she had asked me about it. So I turned to it and we ended up watching the channel until bedtime. Since that night, we've watched The Flinstones, Pink Panther, Jetsons, Top Cat, Scooby Doo and Tom and Jerry. What an experience for them! They often ask me about what my life was like as a kid; did I like this food or did I watch that show? It was fun getting to share a few of my TV shows with them. And they love them, which actually surprises me.

Do you know what's missing from todays cartoons? Classical music. They've taken one of the best features of cartoons out. At least Veggie Tales knows how to do it right. ;)

A few clarifications

To all my readers:
I know that lately, this might seem as if I'm only having a conversation with Jean2 but I want all of you to feel free to comment and ask questions. She just happens to be asking the questions that I get *very* often by people who are curious about unschooling so I'm using her questions as blog posts, instead of just emailing a response back in comments. So please, feel free to jump in if you have questions yourself or if you're an unschooler who wants to weigh in on questions too. ;)

To Jean2:
I also really appreciate these non-threatened conversations we find ourselves in. I appreciate that you're open enough to try to understand it even if you're not sold on the idea yourself (or even if you never will be). I enjoy learning about things, even if I don't think they're 'for me' so maybe we're more alike than we think. :) After re-reading my last post, I can see where someone less open might have taken offense to some things I said. That was not my intention and I'm glad you didn't. But I would like to clarify a few things that might have been taken the wrong way.

Please remember that there is a wide spectrum even in the unschooling umbrella. Some unschoolers do have a partial curriculum. Some do unit studies based on their kids interests - so the kids have the say in what they're learning about and the moms also have that comfy cushion of I'm-following-some-kind-of-curriculum. There are unschoolers on the opposite end as well...who have absolutely NO limits or restrictions or rules on their kids. Their kids have no bedtimes, no curfews and if they want to estivate all summer, they can. Most of us, I think, fall somewhere in between the two extremes of unschooling.

So, back to our family...
First of all - to your comments about manners. I have no problem correcting my children though there are unschoolers out there who do. They would rather use real-life consequences for the kids to learn that manners get you further than no manners, and that manners feel nice when directed towards you. So they would allow their kids to say, "Gimme that" to whomever and wait to see the response rendered. If you think about other people in your life, you can imagine their different responses. My MIL (mother-in-law) would probably take on the personality of a 3 year old to emphasize her point and respond, "No, I had it first!" My friend Pam would be so shocked to hear it that she'd probably just nod and hand it over (sorry P!). Jean1 would probably say, "Excuse me?" in a who-do-you-think-you're-talking-to voice. If I said it to my own mother, she'd probably say something to the effect of, "I raised you to have better manners than that!" Actually, this might be a really fun science experiment to pull on these people in my life to see how they really do respond. Hmmm...

Anyway, with my own kids, I use several methods...the direct, "Please don't interrupt me"...the modeling method "Mom, would you please pass the butter?"...and yes, there are instances that get punished around here (I do not allow hitting another person in anger at all). My kids are also allowed to call me out when I'm forgetting my manners as well. They will also model something if they think I haven't asked nicely...and that doesn't bother me. We help each other to remember our manners and mutual respect.

Now, I wouldn't talk to another adult in my home that way (unless it was Hubby or Jean1 and she said, "Gimme that"...then I probably *would* model it for her and say facetiously, "Laurie, may I please have some of that?" teehee). But I *do* have a child in the terrible twos and one in the ferocious fours at the moment...I think most adults have outgrown downright rude manners (at least the ones I socialize with anyway). LOL I didn't mean to imply in that post that I let my kids interrupt me and run roughshod all over us. Simply that we don't imply that we're always right or only our opinions matter just because we're the adults/parents. I tried to illustrate that with the going-to-Michael's-story but maybe that wasn't the best attempt. Let's try a different approach...

If I may...you said "any other children interrupting a conversation between adults is just a personal pet peeve of mine". Why? Stop and answer that question before reading more.

Probably because it shows a lack of respect. Does it also bother you when an adult interrupts a conversation between children? For most people, it doesn't. But aren't we showing kids that they don't deserve respect when we interrupt them? I'm not trying to pick on anyone but these are things I see constantly in public that just baffle me. It's a big double-standard. And even the people who are willing to give that respect to the older kids - perhaps preteens and older - they don't usually do it for younger kids. I believe we need to respect them as much as we demand their respect.

If I expect them to knock first before entering a closed door, I need to do the same for them (again, unless it's something that seriously requires immediate action like I hear a loud thud and another child screaming in pain, etc. behind said door). I do intervene like a typical mom when necessary but when it's not necessary, I try to respect their wishes. My son isn't as much a music lover as I am. Sometimes I'm really enjoying the music in the van and he wants me to turn it off. Sometimes he just wants me to stop singing (even though I have a beautiful singing voice if I do say-so myself.) I will turn it off when he asks. Because there are days when I just really don't want to listen to his VeggieTales CD one more time and I ask him to turn it off as well. It's all about mutual respect.


Your next question for me...

If your children ever desired to go to public school-would you allow it?

Well, if I did the job right in the previous section, you already know the answer to this one. Absolutely they can go. And before you ask, no, I don't talk despairingly about school. He hears enough of that from his friends. ;) He makes comments from time to time to the effect of, "I'm sure glad I don't have all that homework to do" and, "I'm glad I don't have to do book reports". I'm not sure if he even understands what 'homework' is but he gathers from their groanings that it's not pleasant. LOL

Which leads us into another unschooling segue - as for book reports, he does do them...he just doesn't know he does them. It's me casually asking him what he's reading and him telling me the story and us discussing it. Why did book reports start anyway? So the teacher can make sure the child read the book because she has 30 kids and 30 books. So the kids do a book report to prove they read and understood the material. Why do I need to use that at home? There really is no need. In 5 minutes of talking (heck, even one minute sometimes), I can determine if he's read and understood the book.

If my post today seems a little garbled, please forgive me. It's Saturday and I've had lots of activity today. I've been stopped many times during the writing of this one and it may not seem to flow smoothly.

Smallville request!

Ok, I'll admit it - I'm a Smallville fan. But due to TIVO issues (I think the hard drive has issues), we totally missed the season premiere!! If anyone has a copy of it, I'll pay the shipping for you to send it on VHS or disk! Pulllleeeeeeeeeze?? I have to know if Chloe made it...and I don't want to just be told...I wanna see it. lol

Us vs. Them?

Jean2, you're also very open and honest and I respect that. I think I have a very unique perspective here because I was raised in a family with similar beliefs to most Americans (and yourself) about children. We were to be seen and not heard, we were to always have our very best manners, never to embarrass our mother, NEVER to interrupt anyone (especially adults) and do our job (school) as dutifully as we could. And I believed all that too, until I started looking into homeschooling and was led to unschooling. So I know exactly where you're coming from.

But now I'm on the other side where I find myself asking, "why is it ok for me to interrupt their playtime to make them cleanup just because I decide it's time?" I wouldn't want them to come in while I'm scrapbooking and say, "OK, time to clean up - I want to go to Walmart," and me be forced into it. Yeah, I'm the mom. OK. Sometimes I *have to* (there are those words again) - like tomorrow morning, I have to take one kid to the dr. They all *have to* go - they're simply too young to stay home by themselves. But on the way home from playing with friends today, I wanted to make a quick stop by Michaels. They were hot and thirsty from playing and didn't want to stop. I quickly calculated that I could change my plans and just go tonight after Hubby gets home. It'll probably be a much more enjoyable trip for me anyway without all of them tagging along, unless they want to, of course.

If I want their respect and consideration for me, I need to model the same for them. Yesterday I got a *super fantastic* deal on some used Gameboy's and games. The games that came along in the package were for older kids but my kids were anxious to get games they could play (who could blame them? If I had a new scrapbooking tool, I'd want to use it right away!). So, although I had 3 stops to make today before making it to our date with friends, I added a stop to the game store too. I don't want my actions to tell them that my wants and needs are more important than theirs simply because they are kids. Yes, I am in authority over them and sometimes I have to make calls they don't like. But we're a family unit. It's not us vs. the kids. Everyone gets a voice (who is old enough to give one), we vote on activities that conflict, etc. If they were roommates who shared our car, wouldn't we give them that courtesy? I try to ask more than tell. I like to give them the opportunity to choose. There are many times I tell rather than ask...I tell them to brush their teeth, I tell them to eat their veggies if they want dessert. But I let them choose when to brush and which veggie they prefer and if they want something to dip it in. I don't want to stifle my kids with control as my parents generation did. I also don't want to leave them as free as their parents generation did (which led to sex, drugs and Woodstock...lol). Hubby and I strive for a somewhere in between the two.

While we're on the topic...

Have you seen the new reality show called Kid Nation? It started last week and I only caught the first 30 minutes of it because Tivo had to record something else halfway through. Basically, they took 40 kids between the ages of 8 and 15, gave them food and cleaning supplies and dropped them into this ghost town in the desert.

Now at first, this idea really appealed to me to see how the kids interacted with each other. Did they form groups, who did they accept as leaders (the old or the wise?), how did they learn to survive (trial and error or relying on those with wisdom in those areas already), etc.

But, as with almost all kid activities, the adults ruined it. They left the kids an instruction book. Told them to divide up into teams. Told each team what they were in charge of. Chose leaders for the teams...and get this, they're giving out rewards to the 'model citizen'. I'm not nearly as interested in it now...but Matthew seems to be so we'll watch it until he loses interest.

Do adults think so little of kids that they just had to give them an instruction book on how to cook mac and cheese? And if a 15 yr old can't do some simple calculations on how to prepare mac and cheese for a group of 40 instead of for one (himself), mass American education has a lot more issues than I can name. But I saw the 10 yr old girls stepping up, trying to follow a recipe left behind for them. And I saw the 15 yr old boys being bored and trying to not 'play by the rules' - the first night after they picked "teams", the oldest boys are out defacing the other teams signs. This is the same 15 yr old who seemed, on the first day, to really put some heart into it and step up and help out the younger ones. I wonder what made him change his tune? Did he first have the impression that he was one of the oldest and they'd all be looking to him for wisdom and leadership? Did he realize that, once again, he really wasn't in that lucrative position in the least when the adults stepped in with their 'helpful hints'? I don't know. But my inner psychologist would love to talk to him for a while about it. ;)

Did you catch the show? What did you think? Am I totally nuts? :)

Why not use them both?

Jean2, thanks for asking so many questions lately - it has given me lots to write about and lots to think about as well. I know that I'm committed to unschooling but some of these questions I've never really thought about. Here's your latest...

I guess the question that still comes to mind is why can't they do both? School and unschool? You could enhance what they learned by getting on the internet and discovering and inquiring about the topics discussed. Basically, above and beyond!

I suppose this would be do-able. However, I maintain that what works for a class of 30 isn't necessarily the best for my class of 4 (well, by state standards, only 1 currently). I also see (and this really depends on your district and teachers) stressed-out, over-scheduled kids around me a lot. You have them in your class - the ones who have baseball Monday nights, dance Tuesday night, church on Weds, ice skating on Thursday and they're out to have fun with friends on Fridays. Plus gobs of homework. When would there be time to unschool? Saturday afternoon? Oh wait... that's Timmy's birthday party. ;) Simply put, I don't think unschooling during 'off-hours' would work well because I think it would be handled more like a hobby. And who ever has time for hobbies? I love to scrapbook. The last time I actually did it was when I was pg (and for the record, that was at least 6 mos ago).

Your next question was...

Do you think public schools quelch their learning by forcing too many rules and too much curriculum into their minds? I must admit-we probably do but I always believed that is what the world would do to them someday as they became adults and ventured into the world of a career and family. Some things are forced. (emphasis added)

A couple of interesting points here. The one that leaps out at me is an argument I've heard many times (usually from my own mother and in-laws) - 'Why give them so much freedom? There are some things in life that you just *have* to do. They need to learn that!' OK, I agree - there are some things in life that you have to do. But do those things start at 5 years of age? Sure, you have to brush your teeth. You have to sleep. You have to keep your body clean. But I feel the fewer have-to's they have, the more they're willing to not make a huge deal out of them. For example - I hear stories about moms fighting with their kids about baths or brushing teeth. If you let them choose other things (what to wear, for example), that can help relieve pressure on the other issues that are really important. Similar to management styles - do you prefer to be micromanaged or do you prefer your boss tell you the job and then stands back and lets you do it while providing support and resources? I definitely prefer the latter though perhaps there are those people who like to be micromanaged? It's my opinion that my kids will be better able to deal with more have-to's as they become adults. ;) And don't misread that - we DO have rules. My kids do not run amuk around me...well not usually anyway (they're not angels, after all! LOL). They aren't allowed to talk meanly to each other, they are not allowed to hit each other, they do have to brush their teeth, etc. But we try to minimize the amount of rules that we have and we speak to them like adults. I don't mean that in the vocabulary sense (though we certainly don't talk down to them - we just explain unknown words to them as needed) but more so in the respect sense. Our kids are always welcome in our adult world. There's no separating of this-is-the-kid-area and this-is-the-adult-area. We're a family unit and if it's not appropriate for them, we don't do it. I wait until they're asleep (or in their rooms for the evening) to watch Desperate Housewives. LOL This may get harder to do as they get older and don't need as much sleep or they want to stay up later - we'll adjust it then, whether I decide to stop watching it or we come to some kind of compromise. When my husband brings up an article of interest to me in the newspaper, they're invited to give their opinions as well.

Do I think schools are forcing too many rules and curricula agendas? Maybe...though I honestly try not to get into the whole "how do we fix America's education system" conversations because, other than my tax money (and don't get me started on that either! LOL), I'm not active in it. I'll leave that to the mass educators to figure out. ;)
Though I do see that in a mass education effort, rules and curricula are needed. I'm just saying that since I'm not doing mass education and can focus on each child individually, I don't need to follow the same techniques that work for those who are being mass educated. I know homeschooling families who have classrooms in their homes - they devoted an entire room to look exactly like a school classroom - they have alphabet posters, they raise their hands to speak, they write on chalkboards, etc. I don't see the need to follow mass education techniques in my home.

If I couldn't continue homeschooling my kids, I'd search for a Montessori school. They have a lot more freedom in their learning and interests than your typical public school and I think they'd be the closest fit in mass education, to what we do here at home.

I hope that explains it. I have a nagging feeling that I didn't get to the heart of your question so let me know if I missed it. LOL

What about kids who aren't curious?

Before we get to our regularly scheduled program, be sure to check out Yadda, Yadda, Yadda's answer as to why she unschools.

Jean2 brought another question to the table that I get quite often:
"Your children are interested in learning and thriving. What would you do if they were not?"
First, I could sugar-coat my answer and say that my kids are unique. But they're not...at least, I believe, not in that way. Let me take you back to the days when I taught preschool. I taught the 3yr olds who had never gone to any kind of school before. They came in at the beginning of the year with all their zillions of "why" questions. We'd start on a topic and they'd be off on tangents. But as a teacher (especially one who'd never even begun to think about homeschooling much less unschooling), I did what every teacher needs to do...I reigned them in. I taught them to sit down, be quiet, raise their hands to ask questions. I taught them to focus on the subject at hand and not get far off the beaten path. I had to; I couldn't afford to have 15 kids going in 15 directions if I wanted *anyone* to learn anything that day. I did my job well. By the end of the year, they were walking in lines, waiting to hear what we were going to learn next, staying on topic, giving me the expected answers, etc. But the biggest difference was that the "why's" were gone.

[Insert your version of the views and opinions expressed here are not necessarily the opinions and views of all unschoolers]
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[Insert "I'm really not trying to dog teachers and school systems - this is just my honest answer to your question"]

I believe that when we take kids who are just beginning to want to connect the dots in life and move from one topic to the next freely and stick them in a classroom and tell them what they'll be learning when...yeah, after a couple years, they (on the whole) won't be as curious as they were. In high school and college - which classes did you do the best in? Which ones did you do extra learning or assignments just because they were fun? Probably your electives. You had the choice to choose what to learn and it probably came much more easily to you because you wanted to learn it.

Again, I'm not trying to dog anyone here. I understand that if you're one adult in a classroom of 30 kids, you *must* keep order and stay on topic (and therefore, have a schedule of 'things we need to learn' i.e. curricula). I get that. But my opinion is that school-at-home isn't necessary for homeschoolers. Why would I take a system that works for a 1:30 ratio and apply it here? I have the ability to reach and spread myself a LOT more with only a 1:4 ratio. Imagine if all schooled classes only had 4 kids in it. I imagine you'd do many many things differently.

I often wonder about the homeschooling movement...if the majority are doing school-at-home, what's the big draw? Are they just wanting to add their religious teachings to core subjects? Are they trying to protect their kids from influences? I guess I'd had to ask some school-at-homers that one. But for me, homeschooling is about helping my kids enjoy learning the way they learn best. Do my kids ever learn from worksheets? Sure. Rose loves worksheets. I do actually have curriculum books lying around here that she picks up and works her way through. Matthew doesn't like them. But what's wrong with exploring a period in history through a Renaissance Festival or a Civil War Reenactment or Wishbone episodes? Exploring Mozart because you found out someone else has your favorite meerkat's name? Writing and learning to read just for the plain FUN of it?
(See Rose's latest drawing - she wrote TIGER at the top...because it was fun and she wanted to write it)


Now, why can't I "count that" as learning? Is it not learning because it wasn't in the curricula I have? Is that just playing for a 4yr old? Should I not count her reading Hop on Pop last night (just because she wanted to) as reading time? Where does our afternoon of making paper airplanes fit in? Science, because we discussed gravity and wind currents, or math, because we talked about angles, or reading because we read and followed directions, comparing and contrasting the different models and methods? It's all just learning. The hardest part, I think, is on my end - when I try to separate our learning into categories at the end of the day. Where *DO* I put the afternoon of paper airplanes? LOL

In the end, it's my belief that humans are curious creatures. I bet that after graduation, you found some hobbies that maybe you didn't have time for when you were younger. Though I certainly don't remember having as much homework as I see kids with today so we probably had more time to play an impromptu game of baseball in the yard, or shoot marbles...though both can teach geometry concepts. I'm convinced that if I were to put Matthew in school tomorrow that within 2 weeks, they'd tell me that he has ADD. Hold on - yes, I believe ADD is very real. What I'm trying to say is that because my son has had a lifestyle of freely moving from thought to the next one, school officials would peg him fast of not being able to stay focused. Though I've seen him spend an hour on one of his own Lego creations to get it just right...and I've often seen him read a book for an hour or more...he can definitely focus and he has the memory of an elephant.

Forgive me, my thoughts are a little scattered this morning. But I hope that gives you a frank look into my thoughts on your question. Basically I think that if all kids were given free reign with learning, they'd all be very curious.

I'm curious about everything. Even subjects that don't interest me. - Alex Trebek

Name that rash

OK you moms, teachers, heck even those of you who need a fun game...Let's play Name That Rash!
Is it:
A. allergic reaction to food or soap?
B. german measles
C. Chicken pox
D. Other (please specify)

It's all over her entire body, feet, palms of her hands, etc. We've been around other kids but no one that I know of was sick. She is too young to have had her MMR or CP vax's yet.

It's all fun and games until someone's eye gets poked out

So Jean2 had a question for me...
"I have always felt that learning does not ALWAYS HAVE to be fun. Do you feel that way?"

Absolutely not. There are many ways to learn. For example, I have learned that I don't want to play with wasps or bees or red ants. I have learned that the stove can get REALLY hot. I've learned that my ankles, who have been sprained more times than I can count, absolutely can NOT handle ice skates or roller blades. These are lessons I've learned that were NOT fun in any way. But I learned them...fast and well. ;)

Of course, playing Devil's advocate, I have to throw back to you - given the choice, which way would you prefer to learn? The fun way or the not-so-fun way?

Unschooling isn't all about fun. There is hard work involved (and not just in my 24/7 question answering...lol). Any musical instrument or sports or voice or anything really that they want to excel in is going to take a lot of hard work. I'm not scared of hard work. Since my oldest is only 7 yrs old, it might be a while before we see the big really hard ones that we might give a lot of credit.

I do see hard work going on in his life. Most kids learn to tie their shoes in preschool. Anyone who's watched a child go through this process (or remembers their own) knows it's a very difficult thing to learn for some kids. My son wanted to buy the Velcro shoes because he wasn't ready to work on tying his shoes. So we continued to buy the Velcro ones. Last year for Halloween (he was a young 6yr old), he went as Indiana Jones. We couldn't find Velcro boots but he wanted an authentic outfit so we bought them. That was really the beginning of his interest in tying his shoes. We'd had a book lying around that came with a shoelace and mock shoe on the cover that he'd played with a few times but never was really interested. But, the costume spurred him to want to learn how to do it. He didn't want to have to wait on me to have a minute to help him. He worked on it for a few weeks. He asked me to buy him regular tying shoes so he could practice on them too; I obliged. Sometimes he'd bring the shoe to me or Hubby and ask us to show him how to do it. At other times, he'd work on it from the directions in the book. Some days he got really frustrated with it, just as kids often do in school. But he was determined and I was really proud of him that he stuck with it. He had it figured out by the end of November (I blogged about it here).

Was all that work fun to him? I doubt it. But he could see the pay-off (and so can you if you look at that huge grin he has on his face!) and he kept working at it. No pressure from me. He learned the same thing that any other kid his age was learning (or had already learned) but what do I see as the difference? He wanted to learn it. He made a goal for himself and pursued it. It wasn't an administrator who said he needed to know it by kindergarten...it was something he discovered and I think he was perhaps more proud of it because he was in control of when and where and IF he learned it. Does that make sense?

On the whole, we probably do have more 'fun' with unschooling than more traditional methods. We probably do more field trips and hands-on stuff. But the goal isn't to make them learn xyz...it's more about encouraging that love of learning. If a child learns to love learning itself, there's nothing they can't ever learn. Along the lines of 'feed a man a fish, he eats for a day...teach a man to fish, he eats every day'. On an everyday basis, we're not doing exceptionally fun stuff. Today we went to my Bible study class, had lunch, they're down for quiet time now and later will probably be my reading of The Book Of Three, helping me with dinner, maybe some roughhousing with Hubby, a nightly walk and bedtime. But in actuality, a younger boy at my Bible study class taught him how to make a paper airplane (he's been trying to master this for a while and is VERY proud that he knows how to do it now) and we discussed the Food Guide Pyramid and nutritious foods while they made their lunches (with me overseeing). During quiet time, Rose will work on finding new words to read in her many many books and probably write some new words and numbers out for me to see. She will also do lots of imaginative play with her stuffed animals, teaching them to read and behave in certain ways (LOL - so cute!). Matthew will work on building his latest Bionicle creation (which takes a lot of skill really - maybe he'll be an engineer?), read multiple stories and probably work on math (he's been interested in adding multiple digit numbers). Our evening walk will be full of questions, many relating to animals and science and flora and fauna. Others will be questions I have no idea are even in their heads. The Book of Three will take us to a fantasy world where there is problem solving needed, character development, suspense and, hopefully, a happy white special pig in the end. Dinner preparation is a fantastic time to study math and chemistry. One HUGE chem lab. ;) You should see him when I take a huge overflowing skillet of spinach and cook it down to just a handful of greens. lol

I hope this answers your question Jean2. Feel free to leave more! I enjoy questions. I'm not blogging in order to change people's minds about unschooling - it's me wanting people to get a good grasp of what unschooling really is. When we were dating, Hubby said that he would like to homeschool the kids but since it would be his wife doing it, it was ultimately up to her. I don't mind telling you, that totally freaked me out. My mom has taught pre-K for 20+ yrs. I have a Superintendent uncle, an English professor SIL, a English teacher uncle, a brother who does a lot of men's groups teaching and another who went overseas to teach English as a second language. I'm not from one of those families...you know, the kind who are uneducated or think it's all a conspiracy, etc. I was thoroughly entrenched in public school myself and consider myself well educated. I even knew some home schoolers who seemed to have some weird world views and just seemed a little 'off' in perspective. I also taught preschool for several years. Somehow, my heart did a complete 180 and this is the road God led us to for this season of our lives. Thanks for watching the journey! :)