What an absolutely fun and filling weekend we had! I love family camp. It is my favorite kickoff to Fall every year. We got home Monday and celebrated Papa's 70th with a big ice cream cake, then eased back into our school days after the grandparents began their journey home. Good times.
Today we started school on time (miracle) and things were a little, um, wacky to say the least.
Is there a full moon or something?
But we got 'er done and even had a few moments of glory...which I shall now share with you, my bloggy friends.
First of all, afterenduring working through Drew's reading lesson ("SSSSSSAAAAAAMMMMMMMM IIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSS MMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD") I announced...
"Ok, we're done. You can go play now!"
Sweet boy threw his arms around my neck and exclaimed "Thank you, mama, for teaching me!"
Be still my heart. Made me feel kind of guilty for the crossed eyes I shot Katie while he was sounding out his words, then saying a whole different word, which was apparently written on the wall across the room.
Ahem.
Then, after the school work was officially done for the day, I found my DJ...age 12 and all athletic boy...perusing a book.
Not just any book, mind you, but a book of poetry.
POETRY y'all!
He held the book up and showed me one, entitled "The Eagle" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, and said "I think I will memorize this one."
Can I get a witness?
Iheld back tears of joy calmly replied, "Sure, babe. I think that would be great." I then retreated to my closet where I pumped my fists in victory and wept with abandon.
Ok, I didn't really do that. But I thought about it.
It is moments like these that make all the planning, scheduling, and sacrifice worth it. It is also moments like that that keep me from running out of the room, screaming like a crazy woman, when a kindergartner says...
"RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAT...
Tram!"
No, baby, try again. (Insert crossed eyes here.)
Today we started school on time (miracle) and things were a little, um, wacky to say the least.
Is there a full moon or something?
But we got 'er done and even had a few moments of glory...which I shall now share with you, my bloggy friends.
First of all, after
"Ok, we're done. You can go play now!"
Sweet boy threw his arms around my neck and exclaimed "Thank you, mama, for teaching me!"
Be still my heart. Made me feel kind of guilty for the crossed eyes I shot Katie while he was sounding out his words, then saying a whole different word, which was apparently written on the wall across the room.
Ahem.
Then, after the school work was officially done for the day, I found my DJ...age 12 and all athletic boy...perusing a book.
Not just any book, mind you, but a book of poetry.
POETRY y'all!
He held the book up and showed me one, entitled "The Eagle" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, and said "I think I will memorize this one."
Can I get a witness?
I
Ok, I didn't really do that. But I thought about it.
It is moments like these that make all the planning, scheduling, and sacrifice worth it. It is also moments like that that keep me from running out of the room, screaming like a crazy woman, when a kindergartner says...
"RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAT...
Tram!"
No, baby, try again. (Insert crossed eyes here.)
Andrew was a VERY SLOW reader... i began when he was five, fought him daily and after a few months decided he wasn't ready (had great advice from a few home school moms) so we waited and other year to start. He is not super strong now BUT he has made great progress. He is in 2nd grade in reading and 3rd in math. Actually asks to read now. Love the flexibility and and freedom of home schooling:)
ReplyDeleteI can see your little kids illustrating a wonderful picture book full of trams full of rats and all the other words they can read. Reading is easier with pictures. I wouldn't worry I think I didn't read comfortably till I was age nine and today I love to read. Sometimes late is better than early.
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