Some Thoughts

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Thanks to my husband, there are now curtains in five rooms of our house now! That only leaves three still in need!

Sometimes I think that the right to vote gives us this feeling that somehow we are in charge of who leads us. This isn’t true. God is sovereign and He has control over the masses just as He has control over individual leaders.

We are saving our pennies and nickels and dimes during the month of November so that we can bless someone at Christmas. Today I told my boys I had a couple chores they could do to earn fifty cents, and Bubs told me to just put his in the jar. Made my mama heart sing! (I put fifty cents in the jar and gave him a quarter to keep.)

In the last week, I have read or heard about the importance of gratitude in at least three, maybe four different places. Do you think God is trying to tell me something?

We are now shamelessly listening to Christmas music in our house pretty much all the time. What can I say? We love Christmas!

In September I started seeing a new rheumatologist, recommended by my dad. He put me on three new meds and added a fourth about three weeks ago. I am so excited to be seeing real progress in how I am feeling. While my hands are still stiff and far from perfect, my general aches and pains have decreased so much that I can now run up and down the stairs nearly as fast as my boys. In fact, one of them had to get out of MY way today. It’s been a long time since that was true.

In related news, one of my drugs causes hair loss. For most people this might be a crisis, but I have so much hair that so far it’s actually been kind of nice. My hair is so much more manageable now, and I’ve been getting compliments on my natural silver highlights. :)

We are drawing slips of paper out of a jar this month to inspire us to be thankful for different things, and to show our gratitude through action. Today we are thankful for our legs! Squeezy and I may have celebrated by dancing around the kitchen, but don’t tell, because we live in a Baptist parsonage and I’m not sure dancing is allowed.

This sign is on the railing of our front porch.

Today I accidentally forgot that I was correcting my fourth grader’s writing, not working in a college writing lab anymore. I think I made him cry. I did apologize. And I told him he should take it as a compliment. Because his writing is definitely better than some of the papers I used to have to fix when I worked in the writing lab. You college kids should be ashamed. ;)

I am supposed to be writing our church’s Christmas program, but I have decided that procrastinating is more fun. Hence this rocking blog post.

I cleaned my bedroom today. It looks so much better in there that I kind of just want to sit in it. Except I don’t want to have to remake the bed.

I can’t think of anything else to write, so I guess I’ll be done! Have a great day!

My Daughter’s Identity Crisis, and How I Used It to My Advantage

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My daughter recently decided that she has an alternate personality, one who is named, interestingly enough, Erin Jo. For a few weeks, she would flip out as only a 3-year-old can when anyone called her Squeezy– “I’M NOT SQUEEZY! I’M ERIN JO!!!!”

I have to admit that this made me a bit uncomfortable. I mean, when Stinky was three he believed he was a dog for about four months, but at least he didn’t believe he was me. There’s something just a little weird about that . . . right?

However, I found a way to use this to my advantage. Squeezy had been waking up with a dry diaper nearly every morning, so I decided that it was time to ditch the diapers entirely. She, however, was not so convinced– I can only assume that diapers must be very comfortable.

So one night I’m getting Squeezy dressed in her jammies and I decide that this is it– we are done with the diapers. That’s when this happened:

Squeezy: Where’s my diaper?

Me: You don’t need a diaper anymore! You’re a big girl now! You can sleep in your panties!

Squeezy: I need my diaper! I’m not a big girl! I’M MOMMY’S SWEET LITTLE BABY!!!!

Me: Squeezy—

Squeezy: I’M NOT SQUEEZY! I’M ERIN JO!!!

Me: You are?

Squeezy Erin Jo: Yes.

Me: Oh. Well. Erin Jo doesn’t wear diapers.

Squeezy Erin Jo: She doesn’t?

Me: Nope. Erin Jo is a big girl who keeps her panties dry all night long and doesn’t need a diaper anymore.

Squeezy Erin Jo: Oh. Okay.

And that, my friends, was the end of diapers in this house. Score one for Mommy.

(She has recently started yelling at us if we call her Erin Jo, saying she’s Squeezy now. So it looks like this phase is ending. Although, I will miss statements like, “Mommy, I’m Erin Jo, but I will be Squeezy at forty-seven o’clock.”)

Thank You, and also Thoughts about Wonder Woman

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This post is totally not going to make any sense. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!

I have to start by saying thank you to all of you who read my post yesterday and responded with your encouraging words. It is good to know I’m not the only one who struggles, and that you all like to read what I put here even though I’m not a very “good” blogger, whatever that even means. ;)

I am still processing some things, thinking about things– trying to be like Mary “pondering in her heart” and not just blathering all over creation, and so I really have no idea what, if anything, will come of all this. But I do know this– I will keep blogging, sometimes regularly, sometimes not, and I will ALWAYS be thankful for those of you who read what I say and respond with so much kindness. :)

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On a completely unrelated noted, someone gave my son a superhero coloring book that, much to my chagrin, contains many pictures of Wonder Woman. I am not a fan of her because I think that people should wear clothes. Especially people in coloring books. Call me weird. Anyway. Somehow we got on the topic of superheroes in general and Wonder Woman in particular, and my son wanted to know why she was called that. And I told him it was because everyone wonders where all her clothes went.

Y’all. You would have thought that was the funniest joke in the whole world. My sons have been repeating it over and over for the last three days. I’m so proud.

Squeezy also has her own opinion of Wonder Woman. “Mommy! She’s wearing her bathing suit! And her sassy boots!”

Yes, yes she is. I am concerned because I think that my daughter considers boots with a bathing suit to be a valid clothing choice and I disagree. I feel that Wonder Woman’s getup is having a bad influence on my daughter’s fashion sense.

This is how I think she should be dressed.

Oddly enough, the comic book makers aren’t really interested in my ideas. Jerks.

Also oddly enough, they’re not interested in my mad illustrating abilities.

I can’t even begin to imagine why.

Reflecting

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As I pad softly down the dark steps in the early morning, a light from outside draws my eye. Too early for sunrise as fall marches crisply toward winter and short days and all our needs felt a little more deeply– what is it out there, lighting up the early morning with its brilliance? And then, as I linger by the window a moment before turning on the lights and expelling the quiet shadows and the gentle brightness from outside, I realize it is the moon, full-glowing into my house in the early October morning.

Just the moon.

I guess I had forgotten how powerful a reflection can be.

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I have been thinking about this blog lately, about its purpose and what I want to do with it. When I started writing here, I wanted to expand my audience and perhaps grow readership for a book someday. That was a big dream, and one that hasn’t come to fruition. I know the reasons for that– I know enough about blogging and gaining a readership to know that my erratic posting schedule and my lack of unified content are likely to push all but my friends and family away. If you want to be a successful, popular blogger you have to post daily and you have to consistently talk about the same sorts of things. You have to build an audience of people who want to know about whatever you’re offering– recipes, simple living, homeschooling, technology, decorating, whatever.

I don’t offer that.

Some days my blog is silly, sometimes serious. Mostly it’s lonely, waiting for me to come back and post again. It makes me feel guilty. I think the guilt is kind of silly. Guilty over a blog? But it’s there.

See, I think I have the ability to write well. And I enjoy writing. But I’m also pretty sure, if I’m embarrassingly honest here, that I don’t have what it takes to be a great writer. Because I don’t have the patience to sit down every day and write through the writer’s block and the paragraphs that refuse to be written and the distractions and the little voice that says “this stinks.” I start well, but I fizzle. And then I can’t seem to pick myself up again.

This is an ongoing pattern in my life and doesn’t just pertain to writing. It’s one of the main reasons I NEVER wanted to home school my kids. It is only by God’s amazing grace that we have gotten through as well as we have.

I don’t know what the point of this is. I guess– I have felt again the stirring to try to do something big, and I’m afraid to even start. I sit down and start to type and the cursor blinks mockingly and I give up and go check Facebook and look at Pinterest and read the blogs of real writers and play a game of Words with Friends and the next thing I know quiet time is over and so is any chance I had of concentrating on anything. It feels hopeless.

This is just me reflecting, and hoping that maybe these reflections are more powerful than I realize at the moment.

Like moonlight, streaming into my darkened home just before daybreak.

A Poopy Kind of Day

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You may be wondering why I am sitting here at eleven in the morning with wet hair and sweatpants on. You may be wondering why we are taking such a long break from our morning schoolwork, why the whole house smells like bleach, why the breakfast dishes are still dirty, and why I’m doing laundry on a non-laundry day.

Well. Let me tell you.

Once upon a time, on a Tuesday, my children were exceptionally cranky. So I told them no alarms in the morning. Sleep in on Wednesday. So they did. Of course, by the time everyone was sitting down to breakfast it was getting kind of late. Late enough that I decided to leave the breakfast dishes and wash them up while the kids were doing independent work. This was a brilliant plan.

Another result of the sleeping in was that my husband was in the shower when my daughter woke up this morning. Why should this matter? Oh, it does. You see, she had to go potty very badly when she got up. But her dad was in the shower and had the bathroom door locked. So she ran down to the downstairs bathroom and relieved herself, not in the toilet, but in her little pink potty chair.

This is relevant.

Around 10:30 this morning I left the boys to the joys of math worksheets and handwriting practice and came down to clean up the kitchen. Squeezy followed me, as she always does, all around the house, every day, wherever I go, whether I want company or not . . .

That last bit wasn’t really relevant.

I was rinsing cereal bowls when I heard “Mommy! I went poop!” Squeezy isn’t so good at cleaning herself up yet, so I went to help her out, and in so doing, I went to my doom. See, nobody had even been in that bathroom since Squeezy had put her highly concentrated morning tinkle in her little potty. So it hadn’t been emptied before she had done her business. The translation of this is that it was very full, and significantly grosser than usual.

Which means that, when I went to empty it into the toilet and dropped it, and when it bounced off the toilet seat, the bathroom and all its contents were sprayed with– well, you get the idea. And I was, as it were, in the front row to this little disaster.

Which is why I am freshly showered and wearing the only pair of clean pants I could find, my yellow sweatpants, and why my bathroom smells like bleach, and why my dishes still aren’t washed, and, most importantly, why I am about to go snitch a couple of those little Snickers bars from the trick-or-treat candy. Some things just require chocolate. LOTS of chocolate.

So. How’s YOUR day?

Week in Review 7– in Which We Present to You a Miraculous Puppet Show

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We have finished our seventh week of school, and I feel like we’ve really gotten into a great groove. I didn’t take a ton of pictures this week, and honestly it was just kind of a regular, unexciting week, so instead of a normal update I’m going to just share with you our favorite project this week– creating a puppet show to reenact one of Jesus’ miracles. This went along with our current history studies of the life of Christ.

One night, after a long day of teaching and doing miracles, Jesus told His disciples to go out in a boat on the Sea of Galilee while He went up to the mountain to pray.

So the disciples did as Jesus had told them, and went out in the boat.

During the night, however, a terrible storm arose on the lake– lighting flashed, thunder rolled, and the wind blew fiercely.

The disciples were terrified as their boat was battered by the strong winds and huge waves.

Suddenly, the saw something even more frightening– a person walking toward them on the water! “It’s a ghost!” someone cried.
But it wasn’t a ghost. “Don’t be afraid, it is I,” Jesus said to them.
“Lord, if it is You, tell me to come out on the water with You,” Peter implored.
“Come!” Jesus replied.

So Peter stepped out of the boat and walked on the water to Jesus. But as he was walking, he started to notice the fierce wind and waves again, to hear the thunder crashing and feel the rain pelting his face. And he became afraid.
And as he became afraid, he began to sink.

“Lord, save me!” Peter cried. So Jesus reached out His hand and lifted Peter out of the water and helped him back into the boat. And immediately the storm stopped.

The End.

:) Have a good day, y’all. :)

Week in Review 6– Witty Titles Escape Me

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It’s Friday and I am still not sure what happened to Wednesday or Thursday. Oh well. Friday hails a long weekend for us, with no school again until Wednesday! Somebody in this house is turning eight on Monday, and there are many preparations to prepare and celebrations to celebrate.

In the meantime, we did a full week of school this week by actually having school on a Monday for the first time all school year. This meant skipping our family adventure day, but we did get to go out for lunch and check out new books at the library, so all was not lost.

I am moving Squeezy’s tot school activities to a separate post, so I don’t have nearly as many pictures this week! But that doesn’t mean we haven’t been busy.

In history, we studied the birth of the Roman empire. Our studies this week led us through the story of Cleopatra, the rise of Herod the Great in Palestine, the Battle of Actium, the rise of Augustus Caesar and the Roman Empire, and the life of John the Baptist. We have only six more lessons in Mystery of History 1, and I have found it so fascinating to read about the way God so dramatically set the stage for the birth of His Son.

In science, we made suet to attract some feathered friends to our yards, following the recipe in Flying Creatures of the Fifth Day.

The recipe called for lard. The boys were pretty grossed out.

Bubs manned the stove, melting the lard and some crunchy peanut butter together.

All three kids helped with measuring and dumping in ingredients.

Stinky showed his strong muscles by stirring it all up,

and then the boys filled sandwich baggies with the mixture, which then had to harden in the freezer.

Which is where it still is.

Because I keep forgetting to put it in mesh bags and take it outside and hang it from a tree.

Next week.

We also learned a whole bunch of stuff about feathers.

The way God designed them is truly amazing.

In Bible, we studied the character quality of diligence this week. I have to admit it was convicting for me!

Bubs is currently delving very deep in to addition still in math, which he thinks is ridiculous because of course he learned how to add a million years ago. Bubs is very literal and analytical, and is firmly entrenched in the logic stage of development. He also kind of thinks he knows everything. He really doesn’t understand the concept of review. I think it’s good for him; if he were flying through it I would let him skip it, but it is definitely providing a challenge, so we just keep trucking along. This week he spent a lot of time doing estimation. A lot of time. I’m kind of tired of it too. Stinky is reviewing in math as well, but this year they expect him to write word numbers. Hence this addition to our schoolroom decor:

Let’s just say that spelling isn’t his strong suit. ;)

Speaking of spelling, on Thursday I played a game with both boys to review their words for their test. We threw a ball back and forth, taking turns saying the letters of the words. Both boys thought this was great fun and I do think it helped them remember. Not that our spelling tests were super successful today. Both boys successfully spelled words yesterday (multiple times) that they missed on their tests today.

I kind of hate spelling.

In grammar, Stinky is still learning about nouns. I’m kind of sick of nouns. But he does seem to be mastering the material. So I guess spending a month on one subject maybe isn’t completely stupid. Bubs has been working with tricky words, including the dreaded to/too/two and the also dreaded there/their/they’re combinations. He has had some frustration with these, but I told him that there are a LOT of people who struggle even as adults with these words, so he should just keep practicing until he gets it. I also made him a wall chart for there/their/they’re. I need to make him one for to/too/two, too. (See what I did there?)

I also took this very blurry picture of said wall chart. I apologize for the horribleness of it. I am too lazy to get up and take another picture. Maybe I need another week studying diligence.

The “her first turn” chart is for Stinky, who in phonics recently studied the sounds -ir, -er, and -ur, much to everyone’s frustration. Honestly, I’d really love it if he would just remember to put ANY vowel in before the r in these situations! But the point of the chart is that most words with the er sound have an -er; fewer words have an -ir, and even fewer have a -ur, so try them in that order. Stinky and I have a new-found hatred of the crazy and arbitrary rules of English phonics. They’re so confusing!

Anyway.

In reading, Stinky is about five stories from the end of his first grade book and is very excited to jump into his second grade reader. At that point we’ll probably slow down to one story every two days or so; but we’ll have to see. He’s been doing one story a day very easily for several weeks now. Bubs just finished Johnny Tremain and is doing a nontraditional book report. I believe he is building the Boston Tea Party out of cardboard boxes, but I decided to keep my hands off and just see how he does. He is excited about this project; it has definitely sparked his interest and creativity. We’ll see how it comes out.

Speaking of creativity, we finished our artist study of Paul Cezanne and The Blue Vase and have moved on to painter Henri Rousseau. He was a self-taught French artist who didn’t receive much acclaim during his lifetime but whose works became popular after his death. He is known for his jungle scenes and his masterful use of perspective. We studied the painting Surprise! (also called Tiger in a Tropical Storm), and talked about how artists show perspective.

The next day I happened upon this blowing leaf painting project, and I thought it was an easy and beautiful way to practice using perspective in our work. The whole family pulled up around the kitchen table and worked together, which was messy and lovely.

(Our table after everyone but Stinky was done).

I’m not sure the boys really “got it” about perspective, especially since when I told them to make one leaf BIG they made it just a little bit bigger than their small leaves, but they did good work and really made the projects their own by adding mountains, fences, etc. to the landscape.

Since Stinky didn’t finish as quickly, I did get one picture of someone actually painting, but then I forgot to get a shot of his finished product! Bad mama.

This is my finished painting. I probably stuck the closest to the original idea, partly because I was trying to show the boys what to do. Not that they were actually paying attention. ;) All of these paintings look better in real life, because we added details with crayon before we painted that you just can’t see well in the pictures.

This should give you an idea of who is the artistic one in our marriage. :) My husband amazes me with what he can do. He did this using a pencil, a sharpie, some crayons, and a box of cheap watercolors just like the rest of us used.

Bubs was very pleased with his brilliantly-colored painting. He suffers from none of his parents’ issues in that regard. (Me: “Mine is all right. I wish I had put the tree further over.” Art: “I’m not sure I like the Sharpie on this. Or the grass.” Bubs: “This turned out awesome! I think it’s the best painting I’ve ever made!”)

I drew Squeezy’s and then she painted it. She rocked that tree; I think we can all agree about that. She also is convinced of the awesomeness of her own work. “My picture is so beautiful!

Here is the display of all five paintings in our school room. You can see Stinky’s there, second from the bottom. I kind of love his curving fence.

And that’s our week! I swear I started this on Friday. But obviously I didn’t finish it right away. I also have a post or two about Squeezy on the way. She has had an eventful week of practicing letter A and reading lots of books!

Currently in October

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Current Books: Lessons I Learned in the Dark by Jennifer Rothschild

Current Playlist: Lots of classical music playing in our schoolroom these days! Trying to make all of us smarter.

Current Shame-Inducing Guilty Pleasure: Hmm. Can’t think of anything. I think this should be remedied. :)

Current Colors: Fall colors make me happy!

Current Food: Things with pumpkin. And apples.

Current Drink: Well I really wish it were pumpkin spice lattes, but we’re an hour from the nearest Starbucks, so . . . water. Lame.

Current Favorite Favorite: warm socks and big cozy sweatshirts

Current Wishlist: tall brown boots that are wide enough and flat enough for my giant feet.

Current Needs: a maid.

Current Triumph: getting through our lesson plans almost every day! Of course, there are consequences. See current needs, above.

Current Bane-of-my-Existence: my daughter’s deathly fear of the wind, which is causing her to weep right now in spite of the fact that there is, in reality, no wind.

Current Indulgence: rolling over and dozing under the blankets for at least one snooze cycle each morning.

Current Mood: kind of annoyed, actually. See bane of my existence, above. :P

Current #1 Blessing: getting to know our new church family better. Good people.

Current Outfit: horrifying yellow sweatpants, a Mickey Mouse sweatshirt I’ve had for more than a decade, and slipper socks with holes in the heels. I’m a hottie.

Current Link: I want these in my mouth right now.

Current Quote: “This too shall pass.”

Current Photo:

I love her crossed ankles. :)

Thanks to Heather at Madame Rubies for inspiring me today. :)

How Julius Caesar Met Cleopatra– a Dramatic Reenactment*

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Once upon a time, Julius Caesar, the most powerful man in Rome, was sitting on his throne contemplating his belly button and whether he could use it to take over the world.

Suddenly the quiet of his contemplations was interrupted by a herald proclaiming that a visitor from Alexandria had arrived– a visitor bearing a gift.

The visitor bowed before Julius Caesar.

“Rise,” said Caesar, in a dreadfully imposing voice.

“Oh great Caesar!” cried the visitor. “Will you accept this gift from the fair Cleopatra, queen of Egypt?”

“What is it?” asked Caesar.

“It is a carpet!”

“Oh, I don’t know. I have a lot of carpets already,” Caesar sighed in a bored voice.

“Not like this one!” replied the visitor from Egypt. “This one is pink and has pictures of princesses on it!”

“Ooooooh!” said Caesar. “I don’t have one of those! Let me see it!”

The visitor unrolled the carpet with a flourish, and Lo! It contained a woman!

It was the fair Cleopatra herself!

“Oh, Caesar! Have mercy on me! I need your help ruling the people of Egypt! Two of my husbands (who were also my brothers) have died under suspicious circumstances and I fear for my life! Without the power of Rome behind me, I am sure to be murdered and my beautiful batting eyelashes and long luxurious hair will be only a memory! Oh, Caesar! Save me!”

“Okay,” said Julius Caesar. “As long as we can stop for tacos on the way.”

“Also,” added Caesar. “Do you think it’s possible we could use my belly button in some way?”

“Um, no,” said Cleopatra. “But don’t I have beautiful batting eyelashes and luxurious long hair?”

And she did. So Julius Caesar fell in love with her and gave her a big kiss.

The End.

*may not be 100% historically accurate

What Happens When You Procrastinate Your Week in Review Post?

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You end up having to post two weeks at a time! I’m not even sure I can remember what happened last week, but thankfully I took pictures. So.

We took a field trip to the zoo. We are studying birds and of course the zoo has lots of birds, including this mama and her baby. Or maybe it’s a daddy and his baby. I’m really not sure.

We have been learning the technical field mark terms for birds, so I kept saying things like “look, boys! Wing bars!” They were hugely excited by this. Or they would have been if the monkeys hadn’t started a whooping contest right then.

This was probably the highlight of Stinky’s trip: this puffin or whatever it was fell in LOVE with his hat and kept following him and even trying to come through the glass.

It really was hilarious. We saw lots of other stuff at the zoo, but we have two weeks to cover here, people! No time to dawdle!

Squeezy began her in-depth study of the letter R by making a rabbit.

She won’t color unless I’m coloring with her. I bet you can’t tell which parts I did.

In history, we studied the Great Wall of China, and of course we were forced to make our own Great Wall out of rice crispy treats. This was an idea I got from my friend Carrie, who got it from this post at Teach Beside Me.

I made two pans of rice crispy treats, cut them in strips, and let the boys go at it. Squeezy and her princesses supervised.

(I tried to line them up as an army of marauding hordes attacking from the north, but she would have nothing to do with it.)

Pretty cool, huh?

(also pretty tasty.)

We also studied the Maccabean Revolt and made paper plate menorahs to go with our lesson.

These took awhile to dry (glitter glue is the WORST that way!), so I didn’t get a picture of the finished product until a few days later . . .

I think they turned out pretty cute!

Squeezy and I did this activity to work on one-to-one correspondence with counting. She does really well up to about four. After awhile she got tired of this game and decided it would be more fun to play that the rocks were food. So she brought a bunch of her little dishes in and had a regular party. It was great. It earned me about ten minutes of peace!

I also made this letter R on the floor of our schoolroom with masking tape, and let Squeezy line the counters up on it. She loves the counters and eventually turned them into play food too. She likes her tea parties, this one does.

We also used the counters to practice the boys’ spelling lists. I wrote the letters on the counters with a sharpie, and they had to spell their words.

To be honest, this wasn’t exactly a huge success. The boys had a hard time finding the letters, so it took a long time. If we do this again I will make sure the letters are organized so they’re more easy to find.

Also, since the counters are transparent, Stinky kept putting them out backwards. This was BAD because he struggles so much with reversing his letters already. If we do this again I will probably use round stickers on the counters and then put the letters on those. Or use round alphabet stickers. But honestly we probably won’t do it again.

This week, (week FIVE), we took Tuesday off school and the boys went camping with Art. But around here the learning never stops, so of course we took a walk on the nature trail and looked for some birds! :)

We also joined in with International Homeschooling Spirit Week on Facebook. Of course, Monday and Tuesday we weren’t home, but on Wednesday we got all dressed up in silly socks for Silly Sock Day . . .

on Thursday we wore our craziest clashy clothes . . .

and on Friday, we embraced our inner twinnyness.

(Notice I did not color my nose with orange marker like my twin did.)

We played more spelling games this week, including this one where they had to spell their words using their bodies to make the letters. Here Bubs is demonstrating an “I.”

Stinky also practiced his words in shaving cream. I’ve been trying to come up with more tactile and kinesthetic ways to help him spell.

I have to say it seems to have helped, because check out this spelling test:

Said and else have been on his spelling list for FOUR WEEKS. This is epic, people.

Bubs has been enjoying his Latin lessons. This pictures is completely unposed, as I’m sure you can tell.

In grammar, Stinky has been studying nouns, so we did this simple activity found here to classify nouns as persons, places, or things. Stinky used the counters to mark the paper, while Squeezy decorated a rainbow (R is for RAINBOW!).

Squeezy also made a rainbow mobile using parts of the paper plates leftover from our menorahs.

We finished up our week with a couple more history projects, including making mosaics to go with our study of the Romans.

We made leaves in fall colors. I printed out templates which we traced onto old file folders, and then we got busy with construction paper scraps and glue sticks.

We also studied Spartacus this week. He was a Roman slave who led a rebellion. We talked about how many slaves were forced to become gladiators, and so of course we had to make gladiator helmets.

Actually, helmets of this style were originally wore by Spartan soldiers called hoplites during the Peloponnesian War.

Roman gladiators were given all sorts of different types of armor, including stuff reminiscent of the Greeks.

I’m sure that the gladiators, who were forced into their task of entertaining others with their deaths, were glad for any sort of protection. I’m sure they were also glad their armor wasn’t made of cardboard.

But I bet they weren’t nearly as cute and funny as these two!

These posts keep getting longer and longer, so I think that next week I’m going to split it up and do Squeezy’s “preschool” separately. Or something. I’m also hoping that maybe someday I’ll have time to blog about something other than school. Right now it is my life.

And it’s a good life, so who am I to complain? :)

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