22 Weeks

 My fancy guy.

Five months old (yesterday).  

Love, love that bow-tie boy.

Back to (home)school: week 2

A few important things happened this past week, so as quickly as it began, our homeschool routine was slightly interrupted.

The great part about homeschooling is, you get to roll with whatever life slings at you.  It's really no biggie.

We went to the zoo on Monday to celebrate our oldest son's birthday.  Our local zoo is doing an exhibit that includes dinosaurs, and it's amazing.  The kids had a great time.  Plus... field trip!  Bonus!

Side note: man, oh man... our number two is five!!!!

Seriously, how'd that happen so fast?

 Okay, I digress.  Week two.

Continuing with our Native American unit, this week's reading included:

This Country of Ours by H.E. Marshall: How America was Named

Sign of the Beaver by Elizabeth George Speare

Shi-Shi-Etko by Nicola Campbell

Book of America: Father Junipero Sera

Paddle to the Sea by Holling C. Holling

Winnie the Pooh by A.A. Milne

The Burgess Animal Book by Thornton Burgess

Poetry: The Oxford Illustrated Book of American Children's Poems

(By the way... how much do you love my rock star hair?  Homeschool.  There's a lot of coffee, but not a lot of hair brushing.)

Composer: We began our study of Johann Sebastian Bach

Picture Study: The American School by Matthew Pratt (1765)

We read about the symbolism behind many native tribes' jewelry and headdress, and made our own as well: 

We also began our study of virtues with Respect.

And took a nature walk, complete with a little nature journaling.

And, of course, finished the week with some rather emotional goodbyes. 

And a whole 'lotta love.

21 Weeks

On Hope and feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers

that perches in the soul

and sings the tune without the words 

and never stops at all.

                           -Emily Dickinson

Our family is embarking on another big transition: Jacob has an opportunity to move back to his home town.  As with so many things in this chapter of our lives, it is not my story to tell.

But, after much prayer and consideration, it became clear that this was the best move for all involved. 

Our goal from the beginning has been to take the next right step, out in faith.  We are convinced that this is the next right step, too.  After all, we were only ever standing in the gap to help this young man.  

Hope has made such an enormous difference. 

We love you, Jake, and wish you well!

A letter to my son

Sweet boy,

You won't remember the day like I do.  The day I walked (and walked and walked) and prayed and talked to you and smiled throughout one whole night and another whole day.  You won't remember how I whispered to you over and over again, encouraging you and wishing you into the world.  You won't remember the monumental effort it took to get you out, or the the way I laughed and cried when I finally (FINALLY!) saw your little face.

You won't remember how much I cherished you in that warm hospital blanket.

You won't remember the sleepless year that followed.  The thousands of kisses.  The belly laughs.  The first bites of food.  You won't remember how I watched, breathless, as you took your first steps.

It is my honor as your mother to carry the moments you'll never remember for both of us, allowing them to lay the path on the road to the man you are meant to be.  YOU are going to be something else, my wonderful son.  

At five, you are beloved of everyone who meets you.  You bring smiles and joy.  You give the very best hugs.  You are so funny, full of motion and sometimes even wild.  Your grin, with its missing front tooth, lights up every room you enter.  

I love you with a fierce devotion that defies measurement.  I see the way you have grown in this last year, the way your puffy hands and legs have lengthened and become strong and certain.  I love them at five; but it is a love that carries with it the memory of tiny fingers, of chubby, wobbly legs and a soft body that once sought comfort and rest inside my embrace. 

  You are growing into the most amazing you.  I'm so grateful to get to be a part of it.  

All my love and hugs, precious boy,

xoxo

Mommy

20 weeks, stats and updates

So this definitely should have been in my post last week, but Mr. Luke weighed in at a whopping 16.13 lbs at his four month check up. Almost four pounds heavier than my last child at this age, but still smaller than his brother.  And, also: Leah.

His ginormous head is off the charts.  They stop measuring at the 99th percentile, so that's where he officially ranks.  In reality, it sits fairly high above that growth arc.

He sleeps so well through the night.  I'm such a lucky momma.  He falls asleep easily between 6:30 and 7, wakes to eat when I go to bed between 10:30 and 11, and usually sleeps until around 2.  It's fantastic.

But, to reassure you that there are no perfect humans, his nap schedule sucks.  This child cannot get over the 45 minute sleep cycle, and would currently prefer to take 5-6 naps per day and still be cranky at me after each one.  You know... because 45 minute naps suck for all involved!

I keep thinking he is going to pop a tooth or two, but so far, he continues to be a drooly, mouthy hot mess of gums.  But, he does give amazing kisses, so we'll forgive him.

He is rolling.  His favorite place to sleep is on his side, so long as he doesn't accidentally roll onto his stomach in his sleep.

He's just my favorite tiny person.  I love that chunky monkey so!

Back to (Home) School: Week 1

A few additional highlights from week 1.

I'd be remiss if I didn't talk at least a little about this cool, rare(ish) thing that happened: a solar eclipse!

Someone in our family (ahem: I have no idea who that someone might be...) was a little slow on the uptake and neglected to get the cool solar glasses that were going around.  Fortunately, amazon visits our house often, and the internet has great ideas.

We did a little role-playing to explain how the orbits of earth, moon and sun all conspire to create an eclipse.

Although, even afterward, Logan was convinced the astronomical phenomenon was purely in celebration of their first day of school.  

We took full advantage of our status as homeschoolers to enjoy the entire effect.  In Colorado, the eclipse was nearly total, which created a fun and eerie atmosphere in which to work and read.

And play, of course.

The light.  It was SO cool!

We will begin Classical Conversations in two weeks, but since this year's cycle centers around American History, we began our own studies - naturally - with a short but oh-so-fun Native American unit.  

The kids had a great time.  Quick break-down of our readings and activities, since I didn't get pictures of everything: 

This Country of Ours by H.E. Marshall: How Columbus Fared

Pocahontas by Ingri d'Aulaire

The Legend of the Indian Paintbrush by Tomie dePaola

Jingle Dancer by Cynthia Smith

The Sign of the Beaver by Elizabeth George Speare

Paddle to the Sea by Holling C. Holling

The Burgess Animal Book by Thornton Burgess

Thanks to the Animals by Sebastian Allen

The Legend of the Grand Canyon (Book of America)

Winnie the Pooh by A.A.Milne

Poetry: When We Were Very Young by A.A. Milne

Composer: Review from last year (Mozart, Haydn and Beethoven)

Picture study: Treaty of Penn with the Indians (Benjamin West, 1771)

We made these feather necklaces, and read about the culture and lifestyle of several different tribes of Native Americans.

As our weekly virtues study, we wrote and memorized Charlotte Mason's student motto to kick off our school year: 

I AM, I CAN, I OUGHT, I WILL

On our first day of school, we relish getting dressed up and taking photos...

...but it doesn't take us very long to return to our natural (and favorite) attire: jammies!  Although we've been working on setting an alarm and training ourselves in the morning to dress, tidy and make beds before we come downstairs - tasks that they are absolutely doing awesome with, I might add - I relented by Thursday.

Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons.  

It is to grow in the open air, and to eat and sleep with the earth.

- Walt Whitman

Livvy Joy is a champ when it comes to keeping herself busy during our school day.  It doesn't take very many activities, and she stays busy for the roughly four hours as we do school.  That child is dedicated to her play, and has such creativity and imagination.  Logan joined us for a "formal"-ish preschool when he was three, but I am so content to let Livvy play and touch and experience.

One thing that so appeals to me about Charlotte Mason an Classical Conversations: flexibility.  We have a handful of regular workbooks - math and writing, to be precise - but so much of what we do can be moved around to suit our weekly schedule.   We're not glued to the table; we're free to take advantage of the beautiful outdoors, or even, through the magic of audio books, take it on the road.

Of course, that's not to say that I don't have a schedule we adhere to regularly.  Children thrive on routine, so most of what we do follows a predictable pattern.  But if we're having an off day, if a toddler needs extra love or a baby insists on taking five naps instead of two, I'm at perfect liberty to can whatever we're doing, change or tweak it appropriately or simply move it around to another day.  

The object of education is to teach us to love what is beautiful.

- Socrates

I think my favorite moment of the week, however, was the addition of something new.  Something I've never done before.

I called it our Thursday Think.  It's an incredibly simple idea, really.  

I wanted to know what they remembered from our week of learning.  What they had taken in; what they were passionate about.  Which subjects resonated with them or questions still lingered.

I rolled a large sheet of butcher paper across our table, put out the pastels and most of the materials we'd used during the week... and off they went!

I love what came pouring out of them. 

I discovered that Logan likes to write. 

He wanted to write more than he wanted to draw.  I did not see that one coming. He also has quite the knack for spelling... even if not for spacing his words.  (For the record, that purple one reads, "Is Logan here mom?  No.")

And Leah, as ever, is my perfectionist.  This, with it's lack of structure, kid-driven, no-right-answer was way outside of her comfort zone... but she kinda loved it.

And my little artist Livvy adored this project.  She sat and colored for an hour straight.  We're gonna need more pastels.

And then on Friday, to wrap up our week, it was time to head to their enrichment program.

Just in case life wasn't rich enough already.