Detour

I love quiet, and having children makes it challenging to find that elusive, but much sought after, quiet. Friday afternoon was spent doing school work with Isabella, which included drilling addition facts. Talk about tedious. If you want to torture yourself (and your child), do flash cards. Walter didn't survive math fact time, so I had to take over. I have an easier time empathizing with those who do not easily grasp the concept of numbers, or anything having to do with numbers. The key to homeschooling = PATIENCE, or, you will go crazy, and donate your child to a friendly person at the grocery store.

Anyway, this post is not supposed to be about homeschooling, or math, or donating children, which is illegal, by the way.

After math, I set out for the grocery store, but then I realized that I was really hungry, and I have to eat the minute I feel hungry or I get really grumpy. The more I thought about how hungry I was, the more I realized that I also needed my afternoon cup of coffee. And then I pictured myself sitting in a quiet restaurant  reading, eating, and drinking coffee all by myself, and I just had to make that dream come true. So I did, and it was fabulous.

When I finally arrived home from the grocery store, Walter said, "did it really take you that you long to get the groceries?" "Well, actually, I was really hungry, so I had to stop and eat something, and I'd brought my book along, so I read a chapter." Thankfully, my husband knows that I like to be by myself, and didn't care that I took a slight detour on my grocery shopping trip. After all, I did rescue him from addition flash cards.

I couldn't resist, these daffodils looked so happy at the grocery store, and I love seeing them every time I walk in my room.

Time to go. I have a killer headache, and have questioned multiple times why I am sitting in front of the computer working on a blog post, but there you have it. Good night.

School: Froggy Style

Our Thursday, in pictures. 

This is how I found Isabella when I went to check on her before I went to bed. Don't worry, after taking the picture I unwrapped the blanket from her neck so she wouldn't die. I'm a good mom like that. I probably have more than eight quilts that my grandma has made for me, this log cabin quilt remains my favorite and most loved. The binding is in tatters, but it still tops Isabella's bed. 

Frog sleigh. Totally unsafe. They made it to the living-room before Isaac's head almost rammed into the wall. 

Tonight, I'm looking forward to date with my husband. We may actually have a chance to speak in complete sentences.

Have a wonderful weekend,

Sierra

Mirror, mirror, on the wall...

"Mommy, do I look the way I look in the mirror?"
"Yes, you do. So I hope you're okay with that."

We are about four days into our Kindergarten schedule. Everything is going well, but I do think, like with anything else, there will be a period of adjustment. Isabella tends to over-dramatize just about everything, and that includes doing worksheets. What she could complete in a matter of minutes, ends up taking her thirty or forty minutes once she gets past all of the whining and complaining. She told me the other day that she "just doesn't like home school Kindergarten, because it's too much work for me." She used to tell me that preschool was too much work for her, so I try to not to worry too much about this sentiment. She's also way too concerned about making mistakes. I think I've learned that it is not the mistake that concerns her, I think it's effort involved in re-doing it that bothers her. So, we have some laziness to contend with.

Otherwise, it's going well, and we're settling into our routine. I think this year will definitely result in more "scheduled" weeks than we've ever had. Which I think will be good for all of us since I don't really like to be a scheduled person, but I think my kids need the structure.

Craft time. Last week we learned about the letter 'm'. This is our "M for Mountain" project. Disclaimer: I didn't make it up, I asked Google for letter crafts and he delivered (assuming Google is a male--that was sexist of me).

 Practicing paying for items with pennies...

Break time.

Time to chase a balloon...