Thursday, August 27, 2009

Life in the Homeschool Lane: Week 2, Friday

(This is planned, but posting on Thursday)

Webkinz Party Day with our homeschool group! See that, homeschoolers socialize AND know about those elusive little critters. We will be making a fruit pizza. We were supposed to make a game. Super-dad aka Celery is trying to think of something that we can make to play. My brain cells in that area of my brain went to mush and I just have no energy to assist the girls in creating a game that is coherent AND can be played.

Should be lots of fun!

2 weeks down of 4th and 1st grades. Only 30 more to go!

This Weekend: Pilates and no homework (for the kids!).

(note--homeschool needs to be added to spell check!)

Life in the Homeschool Lane: Week 2, Thursday

Rode bikes to Violin Lessons today. That was fun...and hot. Very hot. Sweating hot. No shade hot. Lost my sunglasses and the sun is high-bright-in-the-sky-blinding-me hot. But the kids enjoyed it. I think I will be ready to do that again in about...December?

Contemplating going for my PhD. Nevermind that no College or University offers a doctorate in Mom-ology.

Contenders for my dissertation subject include:

"The Gravitational Pull on Mars As It Relates to Matter on Earth From Child's Hand to Floor"

"'Do I Have To?' IS Translatable Into Each Language on Planet Earth."

"'Is School Done Yet?' How Mere Seconds Seem an Eternity in the Life of a Homeschooled Student And One Math Drill Just About Covers All They Care to Do Academically-Speaking."

"I Just Cleaned the Floor But Yet There is Junk All Over It: A Study in Migratory Habits of the Hannah Montana "Right" Shoe, Ignored Peas, Mancala pieces and Construction Paper in homes with Children old enough to Know Better but Too Young to Get Their Own Place to Trash."

Life in the Homeschool Lane: Week 2, Wednesday

Late start this morning. I have no idea why. But the bed was very comfy.

Today I have decided to time our sections to see where our time wasters are. Right now we are on break.

Religion is supposed to take 20 minutes, it took 35. But that involved retelling a Bible story and by the second sentence, I realized that she was supposed to tell me so that I could write it down. Then tomorrow she will copy it. Ooops! That was part of the delay in this section. In the early grades, it is more important for the student to focus on conveying the information without the added frustration of writing.

Math though--Rutabaga took only 34 minutes! Wahoo!!! And my girl got 100%, 8 out of 8 problems correct for the second day in a row! I am so proud of her. I create single digit equations for her double digit multiplication as her warm up and then she does the double digit problems.

For example: 29X53. I would create 4 problems 2X5, 9X5, 2X3, 9X 3 out of that one problem. Creates a little extra work, but she has to do those problems anyway. Then she is able to focus on the mechanics of a double digit multiplication problem without having to worry about silly multiplication mistakes that she had been making. (She was slipping into 2 + 5 for example for no apparent reason at all.) The other thing she did is write down all her place holding zeros in so that she wouldn't make goofy place value errors. And all this is done on graph paper for easy lining up of numbers.

Memory work is next and then I set her off to her independent work while I work with Butternut. :)

Holy smokes--it is 11:40am and I cannot believe what my wonderful kids have accomplished!
School is nearly done before lunch! And certainly will be done before activities.

Children: Who are you and what have you done with my veggies?

The only thing left is an easy peasy coloring page in a Florida book. Yes--my 4th grader still enjoys coloring. As should everyone. :)

Hit the library real quick on the way home from Alfalfa Sprout's tumbling class and speech therapy. My Julia Child biography came in and I forgot to request it when we were there yesterday. Bon Appetit!

It's 3:35 and I kind of do not know what to do at this very moment. I suppose I will complete some necessary tasks.

By 5pm, music playing has been completed! Let's hope tomorrow is just as lovely.

Life in the Homeschool Lane: Week 2, Tuesday

Math is last--very last. We shall see how that goes. I don't wish the school day to be held up any longer with math.

Kids are screaming--evidently blogging while they should do a simple task of emptying a dishwasher and vacuum a carpet, is not the best of choices. I shall make a note of that. I will also note--I hear no vacuum in the distance.

But in a moment of--affirmation, Rutabaga told me that she loved homeschooling.

We went to the library this afternoon! I found more books mentioned in the movie, "You've Got Mail". So to add to the "shoe" books, we now have the Betsy-Tacy series. They look like cute books.

And school is finished before dinner.

Life in the Homeschool Lane: Week 2-Monday

I'm beginning to agree with my 9yo. Maybe Math is a very much unnecessary subject. Too bad for her that we will not drop that subject. HAHAHAHA!

Alfalfa Sprout decided that 9 o'clock in the morning was a fine time to fall asleep on the math blocks. Evidently math bores him as well.

Butternut once again is on the never end quest for break time. Is it break time, yet? X1000. (Uh oh--math again!)

By night fall it is time for my monthly Bunko Night. Tonight's theme was My Big Fat Greek Bunko. Yep--we theme all of our bunko nights. We are a group of wild and crazy gals! A huge blast complete with a sing along version of the Mamma Mia! movie! "You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your live. Oo-oo-oooohhh! See that girl! Watch that scene, Dig it the dancing queen!" Oh yes--what a fine way to conclude the school day! Bunko monies this evening were donated to a family in dire need where I live. If you know me and live locally and think you might be able to help this family, please contact me and I will get you in touch with my friend who is coordinating the effort.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Weekend Fluff: Week 2, Saturday/Sunday

Weekend:


Kids did a whole lot of nothing on Saturday. A re-watching of the new "Witch Mountain" movie remake. There are more words in the title. It is sci-fi. That's as much as I can remember. They played on their Webkinz and Ty Beanie Baby Land on-line games. I think at one point puppies may have been tended to on a Nintendo DS. Daddy saw some sci-fi movie at the movie theater with his friend/co-worker. I think it is District 9. I think I should get a cookie since I think that is indeed the correct title.

I went to see Julie & Julia. I rather enjoyed the movie. I came straight home (via the grocery store for some boring groceries) and got onto our library web site. I then proceeded to order/hold a DVD of Julia Child's cooking shows, Mastering the Art of French Cooking, and her book about living in France which I am highly looking forward to reading. The good news is--I'm first in line on the DVD. The bad news--I am #10 on the waiting list for one of the books and #3 on the other. But I can be patient! (Those who know me would laugh at this point, but I'm about tapped out on my Barnes and Noble budget.)

We did not do ANY school this weekend. Though I hope to incorporate our Read Alouds throughout the week. My kids shut down and just want to play all day long and do nothing that resembles school work on Saturdays. I can't say that I blame them. It's like having homework ALL...DAY...LONG!! Okay--this would be hyperbole! I do let them break for meals and potty breaks and to go to bed. HA!

Sunday is Mass and I am not sure what in the world we will do after that. The girls will get paid their meager commissions (This is in lieu of allowance as they have learned in their Junior FPU storybooks by Dave Ramsey.) I say meager when it isn't THAT bad. However--they didn't do all their tasks. This means their plans of purchasing the planned items won't happen unless we hit a 90% off sale. Hopefully the life lesson that you get paid for doing work will sink in sooner or later.

First Week of Schoolness (Week 1, August 17-21, 2009)

In a not well thought out spur of the weekend decision to begin school NOW as opposed to the first day in September as in the days of old, we began our school year in the garden patch. Towards the latter end of the week of August 10th, the kids were getting a little buggy about school starting and with the amount of work to be done in a whole year; I just could not wait any longer. The schoolroom (our dining room) had been organized with all of last year’s stuff pulled and the new curriculum placed on the shelf. What better time to start school than now!

Monday, August 17, 2009 was our first day and once again I some how manage to front load the week as I do every year. Why oh why can I not balance it out better? We did finish our week with most every assignment completed and graded and here are the highlights.


Marco? Polo! Tales of a 4th Grade Something

Rutabaga has made it to fourth grade. (And my spell check helps me realize that her name is spelled wrong all over this blog!) She’s very excited to be in fourth grade. Well—except for the part that she has much more work than her sister. Lots more work. Her syllabus has her complete her schoolwork in roughly 3 hours and her sister in 1 hour. She does not like this. It is unfair. It is just plain unfair. And like the kind schoolmarm that I am, I apologize that she feels this way and urge her to do her math.

Oy! Math! I love math. I love it with a passion. Why I didn’t major in it and go all the way to a PhD and be the guy on NUMB3RS in real life, I shall never know. (Okay—I do know, I just love television production and went to school for that instead!) I am NOT the best math tutor. My philosophy is shamefully—“this is how you do it. See, easy peasy!” Only, some people aren’t built that way. The problem with Rutabaga—she’s built like me. She CAN do this math. But it is her LEAST favorite subject.

My heart is broken on this revelation. However—I tell her, she doesn’t have to like it to be able to do it. And clearly she CAN do it. Her mistakes are just silly ones. On one math page for example, she got 2 answers wrong for not being able to read her own handwriting. I check the “work” when the answer is wrong and not once, but twice on the same page—due to her lack of love for the art of math and equal disdain for handwriting, she added wrong b/c she couldn’t read her work. But by the end of the week with extra tutoring, by jove she is getting it. This double digit multiplication can be a bear. But she gets it. We just had to practice extra hard with properly lining things up so we don’t mistake a number in the wrong place and remember to write our numbers neatly.

The beauty of homeschooling is this: We don’t have to march on forward with math and burdening her with new information while she has to still process the old information. We can pause and work extra. And all will work out in the end.
My other silly moment this week with Rutabaga was my attempt to set a reading goal for my voracious reader. She reads: A lot. So I thought I was being generous at the 150 book reading goal for the year. HA! Let’s just say that she will beat this goal by the end of September at the rate we are going. She reads for leisure and we have lots of living books we read with our curriculum. Needless to say, this is just further emphasis on my inability to do quantitative “guestimation”. I can calculate it given the proper information, but I cannot “guess” to save my life. We will be updating our reading goal to about 500 books for the year and I still think we will be able to beat it.

Additional subjects for my 4th grader: Bible and Catechism, Latin (the subject in which I purchased the incorrect teacher’s manual), Spelling, Science (using Abeka’s 4th grade science), American History (with a small little lead in with Marco Polo and the Vikings as we make our way to a more detailed study of the start of America than we did last year.), Florida, Poetry, and Writing using Writing Strands (so far—I love this workbook!) as well as English using Intermediate Language Lessons by Emma Serle.


First Grade: Learning to Read

Butternut is on her way!!! We began the Scaredy Cat Reading Program last year with our letter sounds. We finished Kindergarten with the start of Scared “A” (known as the “short” A in other phonics programs). She really enjoys this program especially the games. She is beginning to read Easy Readers with some assistance and can’t wait to read as well as her sister.

In Math—she began her first grade math book last year and got almost halfway through it. We are continuing to learn addition and soon we will start subtraction. She is also working on telling the time.

The rest of Butternut’s curriculum will include Bible and Catechism, Poetry, and Handwriting. I am amazed that she remembers her poems from last year. I wish there was more to say, but 1st grade is a pretty basic curriculum. The rest of the week, she entertained her brother and played with him while Sarah was hard and work.

Alfalfa Sprout: The Language is Coming!

Sprout had a language explosion since I last wrote. His words are coming in! This is truly amazing! However—before anyone says “See, I told you he would talk!”—there is a very obvious way that he speaks and he still requires speech therapy. The good news is—as long as it isn’t late at the end of the day, he will attempt to copy words. He cannot speak in sentences at all—once in a blue moon he will do a two word combination. However—we can get him to copy a sentence word by word. This is progress!

With help—he will say “ay I-ee a oo-wa oo-wa ease” . He says it one word at a time after prompting. Can you tell what that is? It’s “May I have water please?” With the language coming in, we can now comfort the pediatrician that we are simply dealing with a speech issue and not a more serious concern.

We are very proud of Sprouts progress!!

Activities
Rutabaga: Piano (with Little House of Music’s, Miss “G”—she’s amazing!); Guitar (with “Arts of Praise”), Voice, Dance, Gymnastics and we may throw in a little bowling for fun.

Butternut: Violin—she just LOVES her violin, piano, voice, dance, gymnastics as well as a little bit of bowling.

Alfalfa Sprout: Mommy and Me gymnastics—pretty much climbing on things and learning some tumbling.

We are very excited this school year and pray that we stay on schedule and enjoy what we are doing.



--Cucumber

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

School will begin on MONDAY!

And that is just around the corner. Eeek! (Well it used to be around the corner. It is actually now last week and in posting our summary of the week, I noticed that I never posted it. :)



I have pulled all my unneeded books off of the shelves and 1st and 4th grade books now occupy the space.



I have sharpened all the colored pencils, all the #2 pencils and organized the crayons. Boy did I have a lot of those! All organized with the broken bits removed and me wondering what to do with them.



This past Monday, I attended our homeschool ministry at Calvary Chapel and met some new faces. I also had the good fortune of listening to a friend speak. She is so full of wisdom.



We are ready to hit the books. Though the veggie may have a different opinion come Monday morning. They always look forward to new school work. Until they are in the throngs of that. Motivation is a skill that we are having difficulty learning in our household. But we shall make it a priority this season in the garden!



Time for the veggies to harvest their creativity and talents to tackle a new season of learning!

Friday, July 24, 2009

Aren't I Lazy

I haven't posted in a while!


Life moves fast.


The Veggies are busy with their dancing and what not. Rutabaga has her final swim meet today while Butternut will be transported to a dance workshop. (Rutabaga went yesterday but her swim meet trumps dance today.)


We've ordered our new school books for our Mother of Divine Grace curriculum. Rutabaga will be in the 4th grade as of September 1st while Butternut will be in the 1st grade. As I witness other moms celebrating the return of their kids to school--as in they get their freedom back, I celebrate the privilege of educating the Veggies at home.


The Mother of Divine Grace curriculum is a Catholic-Classical Method syllabus that we use. Celery found it for me several years ago as his engineering mind proceeded to accept homeschooling as an option and help me as his mind knew how. It is a wonderful syllabus.


In August the Veggies will begin their "return to school" studies as in--we didn't quite finish "everything" last year. But no one is worse for the wear. Rutabaga has to get over her hate of math to work on speeding up how she does math. I don't get it--the kid picks up on "how" to do the math problems so quickly, but thinks she's horrible at it. It is very amusing. If she spent less time "hating" math, she might actually get her work done. She'd get it done quickly enough to move on to other things.

Among other events this summer--Rutabaga turned NINE!!!! Ummmm, she was just a tee tiny baby like yesterday. HELLO!


Butternut was in First grade math anyway, so she will continue with that. And we will resume learning how to read. We left off at "scared" a--that's short "a" to all the traditional phonics folks. We use Scaredy Cat Phonics. When the vowels are "brave", they say their name. When they are scared--they get very scared and thus produce those short sounds. This was all per her request as she wanted to learn to read the same way that Rutabaga did. Our curriculum actually directs us to "Teaching Your Child to Read in 100 Easy Lessons". While very easy, my kids though it was B-O-R-I-N-G. With Scaredy Cat Phonics, they began reading fairly quickly.

Alfalfa Sprout is doing wonderfully with his speech therapy. His Therapist uses the Kauffman cards. I have no idea who this Kauffman person is, but what a blessing that she has broken down speech into the most basic sounds for an Apraxic child to learn. His words sound very much like a 15-18 month old...but we have WORDS!!!
Let's see--he can say:
(Parenthesis are letters that are not really there but not fully dropped either)
Ba--Ball, E(d)--Red, Bo(o)--Boo, Bu--Blue, Ee-eh-ow--yellow, ee(n)--green (kid knows his colors!), pu(p)-pu(p)--dog/puppy, po(p)-po(p)--lollipop, Bi-Bi--bye bye
Alfalfa still signs and we have obtained more Signing Times videos--fabulous for teaching kids ASL in a way that they can learn it. They also encourage talking since it is a video for hearing children. The day we watched the video about colors--he finally said is 4 colors. Yeah!
Alfalfa still does his tumbling class for toddlers and is having a blast.

That's the update from our little Garden Patch.


Postscript:

This was written on Saturday night and by Sunday morning, our modem was kaput as was our WII. We suspect (though we never heard) a thunderstorm or something. But it is too much of a coincidence that both died at the same time.

The modem was replaced free by our cable company. We cannot say the same for the WII. Poor WII—its parents didn’t have a proper surge protector. We have learned our lesson and have to await available cash to replace it. This will not be anytime soon.

Friday, May 29, 2009

Highlights from the Garden Patch!

I am such a slacker--so now here is the update on my garden. (hopefully I remember the proper vegetable names!)


Celery is doing well! He's loving his job and has a cool assignment this summer! I can share more after it is completed. He has enjoyed his bowling league this past season--when he was in town to bowl! He is wishing his wife would actually not just listen to Dave Ramsey, but perhaps do a thing or two that he suggests.

Rutabega: Well she turns 9 this summer! Her last year of single digits! She will be having a birthday party at an ice cream shop next to a movie theater and I don't have to do a darn thing but invite children to it! I LOVE IT! We will get to see the new movie UP! She is completing 3rd grade. She has had her testing and everything. But this month, you could tell that they were ready for summer. And I as the loving mother who wants my children to learn realistically opted to let them goof off for the month of May to find out what happens when you don't finish your school work in time!

Yep--we are doing....SUMMER SCHOOL! We still have a few things to finish reading and her Math book to complete.

In the meantime, summer plans include her first ever swim team! She is very excited to do this with a great friend of hers. She also is going to be on her first competition dance team which does a Pom routine (think basketball half-time shows, but age appropriate of course!). She will get to compete twice at Disney World! Exciting stuff going on her!

She has had some Physical Therapy recently for an overrated leg! Okay, so the first day we went to PT, We realized she could turn her leg completely around--with her foot facing backwards! You know that isn't normal when the PT calls for the other PT and says "You gotta see this!" Eeeek! Evidently children are excellent healers and her leg is now behaving appropriately. When she walks her foot now lands properly instead of all pigeon-toed like.

She saw immediate improvements in gymnastics as a result. She falls off the beam much much less than she did and her straddles have opened up more on the trampolines. Her coaches have also nearly ceased telling her to keep her foot straight! Yeah!

The only negative side effect--she is less able to do the gumby twist with her leg. But sometimes we must sacrifice wackiness for proper body mechanics!

She is also excelling at piano. Something's clicking because she now takes ordinary skills and plays them so beautifully. It just sends me to la la land sometimes listening to them.


Butternut is also doing well! She too made the mini-pom team and is ecstatic about her future career plans in some kind of entertainment field.

Yesterday, Butternut got her new to her violin. We rented it from this awesome place her future violin teacher recommended. After a wild search and a call to the store for not knowing where the rosin was hiding, we rosined up her bow and she got to "squeek" as she calls it. She's very excited. We aren't doing too much as we don't know what exactly to do with this instrument. But the store said it was okay to tinker with it a little bit and to enjoy it! We are renting it for now and she is in a 1/8th size. Man is that a tiny violin!

I'd like to say she is enjoying piano--but she puts up with it! She stuck with it only because we required her to as a prerequisite for piano. I mean--hello--we own a piano! She enjoys playing, just not the lessons.

You see--Butternut is our free spirit! She is most happiest when she can Produce, Write, Direct, Choreograph and design all elements of her own production! She just has to be taught that there are "basics" and "techniques". So it is funny to watch her sometimes argue with the Piano teacher over how she prefers to play something "differently". Well not truly funny as we don't want her to be disrespectful and rude, but funny in the sense that she would be quite happy performing on a stage for you just for the sake of doing so. She's got a very laissez-faire attitude at times. Which will have benefits later on. But for now--it's a lot of BUTTERNUT!

Alfalfa Sprout is a pure delight! He was tall enough to ride Goofy Barnstormer this weekend at Magic Kingdom in Disney World! He's just a couple of months past 2, so this was exciting stuff as the girls weren't tall enough until they were 3. Of course, his excitement and fun kind of diminished when we went through the ride itself. He just wasn't expecting all the...roller coaster-y stuff. So we have one photo and he just looks like he wants OFF. I will have to post it later if I can figure that stuff out.

Alfalfa Sprout is still in speech therapy. His pediatrician wanted him in it last fall because he was not meeting any verbal milestones. I won't go into details. I know kids will talk eventually and Einstein didn't speak until three.

But he demonstrates the skill of a child with Childhood Apraxia of Speech. In laymen's terms--he wants to communicate, but his brain just can't deliver the signal to his mouth to move. Much like a child with dyslexia would love to read or a child with dysgraphia would love to write. In those cases, the will of the child does not overcome the brains inability to properly transmit the communication. So it requires help to get past that.

With Alfalfa Sprout and CAS--it requires a different speech therapy. It is my understanding that a kid who is not talking correctly would need help with proper formation of their speech. A child with CAS needs to be encouraged to speak and the therapy is just much different.

For example--a child with a lisp would do exercises to help articulate the S's properly. My son cannot form it at all let alone correctly. While S is beyond his skill set, we have been working on D's, P's, M's and B's. He may say a sound, he may not--but his therapy starts with getting him to say ANYTHING and accepting and praising that and then goes on to the correct sound, then to vowels, then to words.

And funny--my son can say..."cheese". It was his first real word. Completely random but completely normal for a child with CAS. His brain just decided to try that word and it worked--we praised him and he has used it consistently since. It is not perfectly articulated but it is the word. (there's a very hard push that he does with his tongue, teeth, and forced air and there is a lisp in the word) But for now--we accept it and praise him continuously when it is used in context.

An example of something else we accept and praise? Ba-ba. Now you don't know what a Ba-ba is. One my think bottle. Well, ba-ba is Thomas the train and in some cases any train. But specifically it is Thomas the Train. What does ba-ba have to do with a train. I have no idea, but for now we accept it because it is a verbal name for an object that he uses consistently AND it is a consonant sound we have been trying to achieve as well as a vowel sound.

And lest some folks think--see, he's learning on his own. Well he's not. He's been in Speech for nearly 8 months now. Up until 2 months ago, there was no copiable sound that he would do. That is another sign of CAS, no copying. At all. Even for stuff they know in the beginning. (He said ma ma for the longest time but would not copy us at all to say it. So when we learned da da and we wanted him to say ma ma, he would do his da da first and we would copy. Then he would say ma ma and we would copy. But never the other way around!) In fact, these milestones didn't occur until we upped speech to twice a week!

I'm glad that he is in it b/c it does help his self esteem. He has learned sign language as a means to communicate and has a big ASL vocabulary for his age. He has been wanting to communicate for a very long time and could not. Now he can. And that just builds his self esteem so that he will at least try to formulate the sounds that he needs to say.


As for Me?
I joined the gym for some quality me time and when I go, I work very hard. Before our vacation I was up to 4 miles a day on my treadmill at home followed by additional cardio and strength training at the gym later on in the day. I'm very excited because I have always wanted to be athletic! And if I ever opt to do a marathon again, I would like it to not be as difficult to train for a basic finish. Heck, I might even try for a very cool personal record for myself.

I also did some dance in the spring learning some tap and some hip hop. I looked like a goof ball and then after a while the hip hop wasn't so silly feeling. I hope to resume that in the fall.

I am also looking to resume Piano as well. But I have to find a way to fit in the practice time!



And that's what's been happening in the garden!

Sorry for spelling errors--I am posting without spellchecking! Sometimes you have to live on the wild side!

Running of the Brides--after the sprint!

Oh my goodness!

I cannot believe it has been THAT long since I posted!

So let me get right down to it.

Running of the Brides was soooooo much fun! Not so much fun that I would EVER do it again. But it was just one of those experiences that I can mark it as complete and move on with my life!

We got into Atlanta around 10pm and we quickly realized how little sleep we would get and we wanted to be part of the group that got to grab dresses off the rack if we were going to wait in a really long line. So we headed to Filene's at midnight! And camped out.

The first person got in line sometime that morning but I can't remember the time. 9ish, 10ish, 11ish...a bit early-ish. But they were first.

Folks had tents set up. They had their coolers, their DVD players. I had my Confessions of a Shop-a-holic book and nothing more. Luckily I had lamplight and a blanket! Sleeping would be attempted but not successful.

Part of our team included an infant--don't worry, we kept her safe. She's my niece and she was snuggly in her daddy's truck with her mom and grandma in the parking lot.

The night wore on--and so did the need...to use facilities. So we tag teamed and I went and found a 24 hour grocery store. I was able to take care of business, get my breakfast (don't recall what I bought!), and got my diet coke for caffeine. I am so not a coffee person.

That was about 5 in the morning!

When the sky started to get lighter shades of black into blue, folks started breaking down their campsites.

The girls ahead of us--clearly partied a little too much into the night and we kindly woke them up. They looked as confused as ever at being awakened from their slumber and we attempted to explain that security was compressing the line.

The line was compressed and like any Reality TV show worth its weight in excitement--we began making alliances with 2 other brides and their team. More eyes looking and grabbing and makes for easier trading. We exchanged sizes and styles.

Then it was near 8 o'clock. The excitement was buidling and then 10, 9, 8....one...and nothing!

If you've ever been in a pack of people waiting to "run" anything--nothing happens at one when you are behind hundreds of people. It's the funniest thing. You wait and you wait--then movement happens, cheering happens--folks are ready to run and then it stops. And you here a big "Awwwwwww". Then lather, rinse, repeat. Haha!

When the running began--we dispersed into our respective aisles and I *politely* began grabbing dresses. I turned around and didn't count on that when the dresses were all off the rack and we were ready to go try them on our brides--there's still hundreds of people flooding into the store. I got pinned, cinched--I think this is what those mosh pits must be like, though I am not sure.

Then it got crazy. All sense of sanity left. It was like people were in bread lines or something.

It was downright RIDICULOUS!

What is interesting--as the store informed us, after several hours, things do eventually return to "normal".

We took care of the dresses as best we could. I am sad to say that some folks treated these gowns like trash. Throwing them haphazardly--stepping on them. Insane!

We kept our piles as neat as possible. It wasn't always easy to return a dress to a disappearing hanger, but we did our best and utilized clothing racks to drape the gowns on.

We traded, we searched, it was EXHAUSTING!

The humor was the lack of civility in some people. There were folks GUARDING bridal gown piles.

The trading was fun for the first 45 minutes, but then it was just downright obnoxious.

One of our alliance brides was overwhelmed by all of this. She ended up leaving because nothing compared to a gown she had found at another store. Many brides gave up.

In the end, our bride found her gown and it is stunning! Very princess like, yet so simple. And as it turned out, it was the least expensive price point for a dress that was valued at over $1000. Over 75% off! Awesome!

There was one bride in the store who was crying in the gown she found--it was so elegant and fabulous and gorgeous.

It was so exciting when brides found the perfect dress.

It was less exciting at the barbarian behavior that some teams exhibited. But their team shirt served as warning that they were going to do what they had to do to get what they were there to get.

It was fun, but it was likely my last run...with brides anyway!

I had since heard that Filene's (generally speaking) is seeing an affect from the economy. We may have been part of history, who knows!

Thursday, March 19, 2009

So not homeschool related: Running of the Brides

No it isn't a road race--it is a race to grab as many dresses off the rack as you can and covet them until the bride in your party has tried each one on. The non-contenders are then used for bartering with other Brides who don't like their chosen dresses until by chance you find THE one--and a small fraction of a very designer and non-frugalicious original retail value.

They did not have these (that I was aware of) when I was planning my nuptials 11 years ago. My sister-in-law has recently gotten engaged and we are off like a Running of the Bulls through a department store that usually does not sell Bridal Gowns.

And I cannot wait!!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zR4iex16Ics

I'll have to let you know how it goes. My little veggies will not be in the running. They will be with Celery on his birthday at his brother's house while the girls are off running.

But he gets to play with his new Wii Fit. So he'll have fun anyway with a house full of children while the moms and the sister in law are off being crazy little school girls trying to get a New Kids on the Block Concert Ticket (the first time in the early 90s--I am not a repeat offender!)

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Long Time No See--let me tell you about the Hottest New Musical....

Tornado Safety Drill: The Musical!



Yes, you read that right folks! This great musical--by my children. Unscripted, all improv. Full Costumes, improvised stage (Brother's Cars Bed)--the whole works, I tell you it will be a smash success!





The brainchild of this musical I am sure is my very own Rutabaga! (And pardon me while I duck off and check what the rest of the kids names were...I haven't blogged in so long!)

Back--yes, Butternut. How could I forget that cute name?

Anyway--Rutabaga and Butternut put the show on, but as I said I am sure that Rutabaga is behind all this.

A few weeks ago, Twister, was on cable (edited)--and well, I just love that movie. A weather phenom--I'm all for it if it isn't overdone. And the fact that it was edited--well made it clean enough for me to indulge one fine afternoon.

Butternut did fine with this. Rutabaga..OY! Let's just say Tornado paranoia set in and my nomination for Bad Mother of the Year was coming.

After 2 straight weeks of:

Will there be a tornado today?
How will we know?
Why does God make tornadoes?
But he can get rid of allergens with much less wind. Why does He make tornadoes specifically?
Where do we go if there is a tornado?
What about this family member and that family member--will they have a tornado?

It was relentless! I wish a tornado would take me away like Calgon took our mother's away in the 1980's.

Fast Forward to a couple of days ago. Nothing unusual is going on. The girls are playing in their brother's room. They are singing.

I go and check.

Butternut is in full on dress complete with jazz squares and pizazz arms singing about tornado safety.

Rutabaga is in Safari dress (well I imagine it is safari dress--in reality it is some army dude with a map.) Pointing at the "drill map" and in "speak voice" dramatically conveying of where to go in the event of a tornado.

Yes, my veggie's will be on a stage near you someday!

And may you have front seats to the nearest storm shelter for Tornado the Musical!

Saturday, January 31, 2009

HUG your spouse!

We learned yesterday that a dear friend lost her husband while he was sleeping. It wasn't some tragic accident. He went to sleep with her in their bed and never woke up.

This is a moment to reflect on your husband. They do things that annoy us whether they intend to or not. They leave the toilet seat up. They leave glass or plastic bottles in the kitchen when the walk to the recycling bin was closer. They don't buy us flowers. Or they don't fulfill the honey do list. But they are here and they love us. And we should love him. (sorry for the pronoun disagreement going on here!)

We are on the Dave Ramsey plan to debt freedom and this crossed my path:
http://www.heartland-cf.org/pdfs/Our_Family_Love_Drawer.pdf

Now this may just depress you. To prepare what folks will need to do in the event of your death. It may seem morbid, or icky--but it is just something that NEEDS to be done. What better inheritence to leave to your family than the peace of your instructions letting them know exactly where everything is and what to do with it.

A good friend of mine--the best friend of the one who lost her husband--had to walk her through this process. But her husband had everything set up so that my good friend only had to serve as the eyes and ears as the dear friend experienced her grief. It seems everything went smoothly as can be expected at such a heart wrenching time.

Consider doing this for your family.

I will admit we do not have this done, but I will be discussing with Celery about getting this in place as soon as possible.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Dear Mom, Love Rutabaga

Dear Mom,

Can I please have a ferret (sic).

Love, your responsable dahter (double sic) Rutabaga

P.S. How do you spell ferret. (sic)

*******

Dear Rutabaga,

I'm not sure how to spell ferret. We definitely cannot get a ferrit (sic--oops). They are stinky :(. Even if the pet store says they are not.

Love, mommy

*******
Dear Mommy,

I will clean the ferrit's (sic) cage evry (sic) morning when I wake up. p.s. I will wake up at 5 am and go to bed at 8 pm.

Love, your very reasponsible dahter (sic) Rutabaga <3 (she included a heart--this is how we type a heart on the internet)

*******

Dear Rutabaga,

I'm sure you would take excellent care of them just like your bunnies. But you never wake up on time.

love, mommy

p.s. Ferrets still smell.


Commentary: I am tickled pink by their letter campaign to increase our pet load in our modest home on all of .23 acres. It is the first time they did this. However, we are met with daily requests for pets of various kinds. Just on Monday (I think), they wanted to go see the homeless puppies at the pet store and the shelter. I guess the bunnies are just not cute enough.

Dear Mom, as written by Butternut via Rutabaga

Dear Mom,

Can you please get me a mouse (sic)

PS I know that you are afraid of mice, but (Rutabaga) will help me tack (sic) good care of it.

Love, Butternut


***********

Dear Butternut,

What a polite note. I am afraid the only mice you can have right now are the stuffed ones and the pancakes that are named Mickey.

It is not in our budget to have a live mouse as a pet.

We have 4 Kitties, 3 bunnies, & 2 fish. That is 8 pets!!! (oops--mom added wrong on the reply--should be 9 pets!) I think we need to remember to feed those animals first.

Love, Mommy



Commentary: Mommy is not really afraid of mice. But it is sweet that they considered that I might be and wouldn't require me to take care of the mouse.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Do not Judge lest ye be judged: Gas caps, Bananas and Chicken OH MY!

Okie dokey!

So yesterday, I go to the store and pick up one or two things to last us until the end of the month. A full grocery cart later, I am checking out and voluntarily agree to load my own vehicle with my stuff.

I get home and unload and discover: My bananas are in the same bag as my CHICKEN! My raw, whole free range chicken. My bunch of bananas--in the same bag.

Okay, well not exactly--Mr. Chicken was in his own wrapper and packaged into his own grocery bag and THEN put in my banana bag. Why on earth did they just not let it stay...ALONE, perhaps?

You see--I'm a former PROFESSIONAL grocery checkout girl. I used to work for a major grocery chain in high school and college and though I worked the cash register, I watched the video on bagging! Clearly in the bagging video you bag meats separately ALWAYS. You know--germs and stuff.

And since I do the 5 second rule--I knew the bananas were fine and no one has gotten a dose of salmonella. But really--the same bag! Did they miss the video? To separately bag. Did they not screw on their heads that morning.


And in the millisecond it takes me to go fast forward through these thoughts, I am LEVELED at my own..umm...failure to screw on my head.

You see--On my errands--oh my how soon we forget, I had filled up for gas at Murphy USA--aka the Walmart gas station.

I don't know what it is--but clearly a Saturday afternoon makes for long lines at the pumps.

How many people were wondering: Has this lady EVER gotten gas before? How long has she owned that van? Did she not drink her ovaltine this morning?

Yes, a while and no I didn't.

I pull up for gas and wait kindly for a car to leave the pump. Another vehicle had just backed up behind it to get their gas. When the one car was done and leaves, I pulled right in. I proceed to line up for gas as I always do. When I get ready to back up just so--the second car starts backing up.

Perplexed I thought--wow, all this time and they must have just realized they didn't line up correctly. So I pause--and they aren't moving. With those bright, white, square lights--they sit patiently. (I'm impressed they didn't use a horn after what I am about to tell you next.) So I begin to back up thinking--wow, they are so nice to wait for me after all this time they have been waiting. Then it--hits me. No, not the car. The realization--Murphy only has single pumps. DOH! I'm about to steal this poor person's pump.

No--this isn't the first time I have been to Murphy.

So I pull around to go to a pump with a motorcycle right next to the little hut. Score--motorcycles don't take much gas--short wait. I'll be pumping gas in no time.

Motorcycle dude finishes and I pull up--you know, like I always do.

I'm a little close to the pump, no worries. No problem.

I go around to swipe my card--and then I look at my passenger side rear panel.

Where in the world is my gas cap?

A millisecond of Carmen San Diego goes off in my head.

There is a car behind me. No worries, I'll just move the van up and bring the hose around to the driver's side--that area where the gas pump has been for 3 years and I have always pumped gas.

I get back to the driver's seat and nudge the van up a bit. Go back to the pump--the people behind me are getting a giggle as I problem solve.

The hose--is short but about a foot.

Taking pity on me--the other driver motions for me to fix it.

Great! So I get that van turned around--thinking I am so embarrassed. This is the dumbest thing I have ever done. I get the van in proper position--only...I again am just short. I didn't pull up far enough. I'm sure the folks would be roaring with laughter if they knew I couldn't see them.

DOH! Foiled again. I put the hose down (I card swiped already and didn't want to reset).

Pull up--FINALLY! The hose reaches and I begin pumping. Now the machine won't pump.

So I leave the hose in the van and try to re swipe the card...several times. It can't process it. HUH????

Then I realize my blond roots are showing and proceed to put the hose back so I can re swipe but pause and wonder why the screen is asking me to select a gas grade.

Light bulb!!!! I forgot to set a grade!

At this point, I Didn't bother filling up. I wasted these good people's time long enough. $20 bucks and I am on my way.


So the next time you wonder why the bagger failed to remember their training, remember that one day you might have a visual display of ineptitude that really levels your humility.

If they had videos on pumping gas--I promise that this would not have happened.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Veggies run amok!

Butternut is in the dryer and Alfalfa Sprout is on the stove...


Thought I'd never share something like that.

Just in case you thought your veggies were crazy, just thought I would share what happens when I don't have my eyes on them for 5 minutes.

No lie!

And to boot, Rutabaga has found her way into the washing machine.

Now, the last I checked in that parenting manual, kids should help with chores. It builds character.

So why is it that appliances are not made pint-sized so that when you need a little help in the laundrymat, the kids don't have to physically enter the appliance to help you?

As for Alfalfa Sprout, maybe we should re-think that parent and me tumbling class at the gymnastics facility.

Start the day with Recess and LATE to the schoolwork

Yep--the beauty of the homeschool schedule.

I have abandoned my resolve to get things moving early in the day and get them done quickly.

We don't fret if dinner isn't until 7. (When I relaxed this...it removed my anxiety of rushing to get dinner done quickly. We actually enjoy dinner prep right now!)

And we don't fret that school didn't start at 8 or 8:30. (Though Celery is quite suspect when it is 9:23 and he wonders why I am still on my computer and the kids are playing and not learning. Engineers!)

Our schedule looks something like this on paper:

6/6:30ish: Morning prep--which is our morning chores that take us through breakfast and looking like we can leave at a moments notice as our teeth are brushed, hair is combed, and we have legitimate clothes on.

Then Piano and Scripture memorization (no time since it just follows morning prep).

Then at 8:30 it is school or if it is running club we are at that.

At 11:30ish or so it is lunchtime followed by a half hour of reading zone/quiet time.

Then on Mondays and Wednesdays we continue our school work in our larger subjects (like science and social studies).

Tuesdays and Thursdays are our car time going to various lessons and activities. So the in car school work is music appreciation and Spanish during transit and wait times.

Friday afternoons are totally leisure time.


Today is the inauguration and despite my medications, I am highly distracted by the pomp and circumstance. A CNN reporter standing in a crowd at 5:45 this morning said it was like Obama-stock. I privately chuckled because I had thoughts that this was "woodstock-ish" in nature. Then my brother called with a snafu in their "ticketed" plans in the district for which I now have another distraction. That's for another post though.

We will do a little bit of school work and read a wonderful book on the Presidency about a Mouse president that we just love. It is called Woodrow, the White House Mouse written by Peter W. Barnes and Cheryl Shaw Barnes. (There is also an electoral version called Woodrow for President that we read a bit in the fall as well as in the voting line on election day.) We purchased these books at the Museum of American History when we were in Washington, DC a couple of years ago when we happened upon Woodrow himself with the authors as they did a book signing. We have never regretted this purchase and their non-partisan approach and rhyming have been a cute way to learn about our voting system and the events we will be watching today.



But the sum of this post, the girls are rewarded with recess prior to the school day provided they have completed their tasks.

We have mainstreamed our process so well for our family, that I do not get concerned when we are "off schedule".

Well--sometimes I have a bit of anxiety, but that is to be expected from a homeschooling parent.

Now that it is well after 10am, it is time for us to do some of our written work so that we will not miss the swearing in ceremony.

And hopefully--my mother doesn't miss it either. I'll have to post that later when I finally hear from them once again.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Inauguration, this year is History Making

Regardless of your political persuasion, this is a history making week.

Today is Martin Luther King day. I have tivo'd a biography on cable that I will show the kids later this afternoon.

Mr. King proclaimed at the Lincoln memorial, "I have a dream...that one day we not be judged by the color of our skin but by the content of our character."

I will say, I did not vote for our President-elect. I am sure he is a nice guy, but I opted to not give my vote for him. But, as of noon tomorrow, he WILL be our president. As a citizen of this wonderful country, I choose to not hide from it.

Today, we will be celebrating our country and the rights that we have while we pray for our leaders that they preserve the rights of those that cannot help themselves. We will color posters, we will TIVO the concert for children this evening and tomorrow we will watch the Inauguration of the next president of the United States.

After watching a little clip on CNN of a little pre-school class having their own inaugural ball--I could not resist the cuteness.

I think that is a wonderful tradition that we will do tomorrow. We thought about doing it tonight, but Bunko calls mommy away from the house and Celery doesn't want to get into the hub bub of fancy dresses.

Martin Luther King had a dream and tomorrow that dream will be realized.

What a long way our country has come from physical enslavement of our brothers and sisters in Christ to a free man living his dream to become president.

As I said, I did not vote for him. I don't agree with "all" that he plans on doing--but that is the extent I will discuss politics on this blog. I wish to treat others as I wish to be treated. I will treat President-Elect Obama with respect.

His choices in the next four years, I choose to address on the next ballot.

But for now--this is a celebration for the entire nation. A celebration of our liberty and our constitution that grants ALL of its citizens the right to have their voice heard.

Let us pray for our leaders that they will choose to LEAD us and not make strategic decisions based on folly. Let us pray that they make decisions based on what their constituents would want and not based on their belief that they know better than we do.

Let us pray that the next President is kept safe.

Let us pray that the next President continues to keep our country safe from attack.

Let us pray that the next President make the choices that our in our best interests and especially what God has called him to do.

Let us pray that Mrs. Obama be a strong Biblical woman standing by her husband.

Let us pray that Malia and Sasha are kept safe from harm, safe from ridicule, and get to see much of their dad as he works busily as a world leader.

Let us pray that Malia and Sasha have LOTS of fun in that White House and despite its historical status that it will indeed be a true home in the presidential quarters. May they enjoy a slide or two down a banister, sock skating in the hallways, sneaking cookies from the Chef.

Let us pray that Mrs. Obama is a mom of her word and will hold Malia and Sasha as close to "normal" as possible as they will have to do their chores like every other American kid.

Let us pray that the puppy they adopt is a puppy in need of a home from a shelter.

Let us pray that the Obama's will never know the heart break of the Kennedy's.

Take this time to teach your children proper values and remember that does include respect for the office of the President. Even if you did not vote for the next President, it is important to teach our children the difference between not liking a candidate to respecting the leader even if there is an inherent disagreement.

Our children will have a party tomorrow. It is the best way I know how to teach about our government. It is okay to celebrate in these tough times. Just like it will be okay to have fireworks on the Fourth of July.

While I am not an unschooler, I do enjoy taking time out of routine and learn just by participation.

We had tickets to the inauguration, but in our Total Money Makeover, it just was not possible to go. (I had 2--do you know how many 10's of thousands per senator and representative who requested the 300 or 400 tickets...I got TWO!!!!) Plus my aversion to large crowds and the fear of losing the kiddos...just isn't happening.

My mother and my brother are there. She picks up her tickets from Senator Nelson's office today. I hope to help her prepare a scrapbook. She has ALWAYS wanted to go to an Inauguration. She didn't care when or who, but she had to go to one. She did get 2 tickets successfully and will be attending with my brother.

She also wanted to go to a ball--and holy moses, by a fluke she got tickets (no lie--a misdialed phone call from the sponsor's organizer to my mom's house!). This is why I want to do a ball with my kids. Their grandma is going to one. She is beyond excited. She is disabled and so she is mentally preparing for the magnitude of physical pain she will experience tomorrow. We hope between her pain killers and endorphins that she will hold out.

I told her it was like doing a marathon and though I loved doing them--at about mile 18--you are hating life.

But she will have the time of her life b/c she is at something SOOO momentous.

Anyway--I love DC. I've been going often since 1986. I wish I was there as my extroverted brain is in overdrive.

Take time to watch the inauguration tomorrow. Let your children witness history.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Scripture of the Week

We are a Catholic family. Celery is cradle Catholic. I am not. I would call myself a convert, but it isn't quite the right way to call my journey to Catholicism as I celebrated all my Rites with the church as an adult and didn't consider myself much of anything growing up other than very God-fearing. But that's another post on another day. :)


One thing that Celery didn't do and I have never done is Scripture Memorization.

My girls have a love of the Lord and a love of memorization. So what a gift to have them begin memorizing scripture quotes. I know some families have begun much earlier than I. But that is okay.

We began last week with Philippians 4:13, "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."

Who knew memorization of God's word could be so much fun, especially with Butternut sharing how she could do "most" things. It made me giggle each time she did that as she learned her verse.

Psalm 119:105 "Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path."

What is your favorite verse?

Mine, of course, is at the top of my blog and the first scripture my girls have learned.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Titanic Part 3 and reflecting on the Miracle on the Hudson

I never finished my Titanic posting. Sometimes kids do cute things like brush their teeth with sand that you just have to rush and tell people about it.

In any case--as for the Goldsmith family, life was never the same after the sinking as for many of the people that did survive that disaster.

The presenter--made an interesting comment. Many people say that the ones who lived were the lucky ones. They weren't. They "survived", but their lives were never the same. Women and children got off the boat first--most without their husbands. Many were left destitute.

As for the Goldsmith family, they did move on. Little Frank was convinced that his father's final words would turn out to be true even after it was reasonable to assume enough time had passed that his father would have died by then anyway. In Detroit, I believe Mr. Goldsmith stated that his grandmother and father lived near a ball park. Everytime a homerun was scored--Frank would get really sad and be affected by the noise. The noise was cheering--but all he heard was that night on the life boat in the water beneath a moonless sky when he turned and saw Titanic go under and all the screams of the people when that happened.

Mr. Goldsmith thinks this is why he was never taken to baseball games as a kid or to any large scale event. It was too difficult for his father.

Every year in March and April, Frank would get really depressed and withdrawn. It happened every year since the sinking and continued on well into his adulthood.

Clearly the event effected him in an unimaginable way that he couldn't begin to understand but had to suffer through. Today--we'd say it is likely he had Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.


The Titanic is such a fascinating story but such a sad one.

Then yesterday, just before I ran the girls to their dance class I popped onto a CNN and found a stunning headline. A US Airways plane in the Hudson. Say WHAT? I couldn't believe it. Started reading--popped on the news. (I'm a newshound by trade in my pre-kid life.) When I hear of a tragedy I have to find out--did anyone live, did anyone die, should we pray, are they being rescued? All those questions.

By the time I saw the pictures, the plane was swarmed but you really couldn't see much. So I Tivo'd and took the kids to class.

One of our local news stations has their audio frequency matched to radio, so we could listen to the news. When they said that they think everyone survived...I told my kids and told them right then and there we need to PRAISE GOD. This was a true MIRACLE!!!

Everything had to work just perfectly so all these people could live and it did. (I explained that birds don't go to church and pray--so they got in the way and God made this accident into a most happy ending.)

This morning there was a family on that had been on the plane. A young couple with a 4 year old and a 9 month old that were headed to Charlotte for her mother's surgery that was happening today. The overwhelming look of *we almost lost our entire family*--I can't describe their eyes. You knew they were grateful to be alive--but the realization that they could have been lost. I just cannot stand it. Their story of survival is amazing as for the first time they were separated on a flight-4 rows apart. The mom was sitting next to a gentleman who was so calming. He ended up holding her lap child for her for the brace for impact. The trust to do that. I can't fathom it.




I believe everything happens in Gods timing. Including my procrastination in completing writing about our Titanic presentation.

At the presentation they reminded us to Dance like know one is watching and to Sing like noone can here you and to live life to the fullest. We have no idea when we will be called home. We should not live in fear of it, but we should not postpone life with our loved ones as though we have all the time in the world.

155 people experienced yesterday a traumatic event. Some will rejoice and others might grow up like little Frankie. But all will remember that God was watching them and their time was not done on earth.

Love your veggies, hug them with all your might!

Praise God each morning that he gave you another opportunity to wake up and Praise him each evening for the blessings you experienced that day.

Many blessings to your Garden of Love.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

“Look at My Teeth, Mommy…"

...Butternut commands me with her smile super WIDE just like she did after they were cleaned at the dentist last week and as she does each day she marks her teeth brushing chore complete. Only—she’s in the backyard showing me her dirty self as she and Rutabaga have engaged in an afternoon of playing Indian. Not sure why she is smiling I do my “that’s nice honey” reply and look to see what Rutabaga is doing.

I was told they were going to be building teepees in the yard with sticks and palm fronds. So far, dead palm fronds look like they have exploded in my yard and there is no teepee in site. Just then Rutabaga, who is digging by the modern-era power pole in our backyard let’s me know that they are living like Indians and that Butternut has just finished brushing her teeth.

I am perplexed and on cue Butternut replies, “I brushed my teeth with dirt, just like the Indians!”

Rutabaga corrects her, “It was SAND!!!”

We have a sandy yard. We live near the ocean. Our dirt is a top layer of dirt that holds in the St. Augustine grass with dirty sand underneath. And with that is what my precocious little 6 year old has practiced her dental hygiene just as she was told at the dentist. I clearly missed the mention of dirt or sand in those instructions.

I have no idea how they equated Indians with exploded palm frond teepees and teeth-sand-paste.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

A Titanic guest Part 2

I apologize for the delay. I just got so tired by the end of the week...but I digress. My magnitude compares nothing to what those on the Titanic suffered as they were awakened from slumber and proceeded on what became a sad and traumatic event.

I left off with Mr. Goldsmith's father, Frank getting grease on his hands from a dare that landed him in lots of trouble. At this point, Mr. Goldsmith fast forwards to the night of the tragedy. The family: Mother (Mr. Goldsmith's grandmother), Father (Mr. Goldsmith's grandfather), and Frank (his dad) were readying for the night. They were in third class or steerage. Their cabin was situated close enough in proximity to the engines to feel the vibration. They fell asleep to this vibration every night. But on this night, the vibration suddenly stopped. That was their first indication that something was wrong. The Father most likely dressed if he was not already dressed and went to find out what happened.

While Father was gone and Mother and Frank waited, there came a knock at the door. I believe Mr. Goldsmith said this was the ship's doctor or someone. I can't remember--but he came around to tell folks to put on their life vests and get something warm and report to the 2nd class dining room. Father did not want this vest on at all.

As the historians at this talk spoke about and as Mr. Goldsmith mention--when Titanic first hit the iceberg, the ship remained level. It did take on water, but not initially as we know its final moments. So in most every passenger's mind, this ship that they had come to know as unsinkable was warm, and safe and they wouldn't be left to die on the ocean where there was no guarantee that someone would find them in the pitch black darkness.

It is for this reason that gentlemen such as Mr. Goldsmiths' grandfather didn't want to wear a vest or even cared to report to any station to abandon ship. He did eventually put on his vest. But he put his coat over it in a way to conceal it.

The family reported to the 2nd class dining room with fellow 3rd class passengers where they waited and waited. For a while, the floor remained level and there didn't seem to be anything wrong at all. Then the floor did begin a slight slope, but nothing to worry about.

At some point, came the time for them to report to their lifeboat and it was decided that women and children would go first. This was a common practice in Edwardian times and no gentleman would ever be caught taking the place of a lady or child's seat in a moment such as this. In any case, the room divided with men on one side and women and children on the other and they made the long journey through the ship to get to their lifeboat.

They wound through many portions of the ship--back and forth and even did get on the grand staircase that we have come to know through the movies. They did end up on deck eventually. Family legend is that a man did try to cut in front of Mother and Frank and Mother grabbed this man and shoved him out of the line saying "Oh no you don't" with people applauding her actions.

They got to their lifeboat--and Mother and Frank got in. Just before that, Frank's father looked at him and said, "I'll see you soon, Frankie." Those would be the last words he would hear his father speak. :(

When the lifeboat filled with its passengers, they began lowering it. It was hitting the side of Titanic and Mother and other female passengers used their ores to push away from Titanic. Their lifeboat set to sea to where they would wait and watch the ship. Mother clutched Frank so that he wouldn't see anything. At this point, Titanic was sinking in the way that we know it. The noise was quite loud. Very loud. Lots of creaking and screaming. People in the boat were not quiet. They heard a tremendous noise as the back portion of Titanic crashed back to the water.

At this point--it was completely dark. Power on Titanic was out. There was no moon. they could see nothing but the absence of light where Titanic blocked the stars. Someone on the lifeboat said "She's going to stay afloat". At that moment, Mother turned to look at the ship. She let Frank go and he watched her final descent into the water.

The noise was deafening. Then they waited for rescue.

From that moment, Frank had the without a shadow of a doubt expected to see his Father again.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

An honorable guest at a Titanic presentation Part 1

Sorry for the one day delay. I want to post daily. I had a post prepared yesterday, but my thoughts were with what we experienced yesterday. And yesterday was just a plain exhausting day, so I waited until this morning to share our experience at a Titanic presentation at that library.

Rutabaga began having an interest in the Titanic when she read about it in the Magic Treehouse Series. She vaguely remembers it being called "A Night on the Titanic". Since reading that book, we have taken her to the Titanic exhibit in Branson, MO when on vacation. Then from our homeschooling connections, we found out about this free presentation at one of our county libraries.

Here is the description as was e-mailed from our county library:

The program is called "Sinking of the Titanic." The woman who is speaking is associated with a museum that deals with this subject exclusively, and she is VERY knowledgeable. She'll be dressed in period costume (1912) and bring a number of artifacts with her. She plans to talks about the people and the times when the incident occurred as well as the incident itself. Some of the most prominent people of the day were traveling in first–class including millionaire John Jacob Astor IV , industrialist Benjamin Guggenheim, Macy's owner Isidor Straus and many others. She'll also discuss the ship's builder, Thomas Andrews (who was on board), and the safety recommendations that were largely disregarded. Plus, she'll be accompanied by a gentleman whose mother and grandmother survived the accident (though his grandfather was lost) and will share his family memories.

SINKING OF THE TITANIC
The sinking of the Titanic on its 1912 maiden voyage has fascinated maritime historians for years. Famous for its luxurious appointments and unsinkable design, Titanic's passengers were a mixture of the wealthiest persons alive and the poorest of immigrants packed into steerage.

At this free program, researcher Denise Vanaria will share insights from survivors' firsthand accounts and the ship's designer Thomas Andrews Jr., as well as artifacts from the ship and its passengers.

Denise will appear in authentic dress from the Edwardian time and will display authentic period wardrobe that has appeared in Titanic-related films and on stage. Frank Goldsmith, whose grandmother and father survived the tragedy though his grandfather was lost, will share family memories when he appears as a special honored guest

This is our experience!

A woman dressed in authentic (vintage--the real deal!) Edwardian dress as the first class women would have worn to dinner on the Titanic. EVERYTHING she wore was authentic. Though admittedly, she didn't mention her underdressings nor did we ask. However, everything we could see was the real deal including the "rats" in her hair. I may have misunderstood the names for the things that helped women of the early twentieth century get those really poofy and formal pinned up hair. But whatever it was--the "poof" creators were the real deal. Her jewelry, her gloves, everything down to the black floor-length beaded gown with train. It was as if though we were with a Titanic passenger.

She introduced a gentleman from the Orlando Titanic Museum who gave us some basic information about the voyage and what happened of course.

The fascinating part those was when we met the gentleman who was the son and grandson of a passenger. This is a paraphrase of the story that he told. It gave me shivers to here a story from someone who KNEW someone on that boat. This was a first for me and the kids and as the decades pass, these opportunities become fewer and far between. The last survivor is 96 years old and lives in a nursing home in England. So we recognize this precious opportunity. (Okay, I recognize it--the kids several times stated they were bored, but maintained their manners. They are more "touchy feely" kind of kids--so listening to a story wasn't so much as interesting as looking at pictures and holding a piece of the deck from the Olympic.)

Forgive me as I don't recall with a photographic memory all the details that Mr. Goldsmith shared. But these are the highlights.

Mr. Goldsmith's father was 9 years old when he sailed on the Titanic. He sailed with his mother and father. The prior year, they lost a little brother (I think that is correct) to diphtheria. At some point they decided to relocate to the United States and the 9 year old's grandmother is to have ask the family (according to family legend) why in the world they would want to move to the US where everyone lives in mudhuts. Evidently she only heard stories of the Native Americans and the plains and did not know of the big city life in New York, Boston and Detroit where the Goldsmith family was headed. Apparently there was no convincing her.

It was known all through Mr. Goldsmith's life that his Father and grandparents were on the Titanic. His grandfather was lost in that disaster while his grandmother and father of course survived. But that is all that was known. It was part of family history but NEVER spoken about. Mr. Goldsmith's father would always get depressed every March/April as the anniversary passed each year. The last words of his father to him as he got in the lifeboat was "I'll see you soon, Frankie." Frank clung to those words even after it was no longer possible for his father to be alive even if he had survived. He died in 1982 (I believe) just a few years before they found Titanic.

I'm sorry that I don't remember the age of Mr. Goldsmith--it was either college or age 33 as he mentioned 2 ages and I had 3 kids I was minding. In any case--he was in the kitchen with his grandmother one day. Remember that this story was NEVER spoken about. She gave an interview when there was interest in speaking to here as the years passed around the anniversary. But that was it. Nothing. Until this one day that Mr. Goldsmith just happened to ask about it. She spent the next hour and a half telling him her story. She died 3 weeks later of a heart attack and Mr. Goldsmith's siblings never got to "hear" it. He didn't think to tape record it. And because of this last opportunity, he was able to share a first person perspective of his loved ones on that ship.


The 9 year old Frank (I think that was his name) was a playful child in his youth. They arrived with excitement to the Titanic. Once the family boarded and settled into their stateroom he was off to play with the other 3rd class boys. He apparently made lots of friends and he and those boys quickly went off to explore the ship. And as, I suppose, as many pre-teen boys of that time do--they found a little trouble as well.

The boys found the cables/hoists that lifted the heavy goods onto the Titanic and little Frank was dared to slide down one (or climb one, I don't recall how Mr. Goldsmith said he got onto it). When the dare was completed, little Frank reported back to his 3rd class cabin and his parents and...got into a little bit of trouble. For days after, his hands were SCRUBBED vigorously daily to remove that grease. Mr. Goldsmith is convinced that his Father still had grease on his hands when he was hoisted to sea in the lifeboat.

Suffice it to say, Frank had a bit of fun on that ship.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Not much today...

Busy day. Alfalfa Sprout is not feeling well. Waited over an hour at the doctor's office. Somehow they became extraordinarily delayed.

Enjoying some Dave Ramsey and then it is bedtime.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

It's January 5th, time to ring the school bell!

Today's goals:



1. Kids will follow Accountable Kids and be Accountable for earning their tickets.

2. Butternut will have a successful phonics lesson today.

3. Rutabaga will complete ALL of her work.

4. I shall not pull my hair out.



Let us see how this day progressed, shall we?

Okay, I began this entry last night and here I return to edit it with the update.

1. So far so good. Butternut has completed her morning and afternoon chores and is on track for being 3 for 3 on tickets and getting a star. Rutabaga tried to lesson the number of cards by subbing in a time chore card (i.e. "morning chores") and had a bit of trouble following along. We will try it another day and see if we have to add in the more specific chores. The whole idea of this system is to get them accountable to do these things on their own.

2. Let's see. Phonics was a brief but good lesson today. I'm surprise she remembered the sounds of all the First Name Letters and the Vowels from Scaredy Cat Phonics. Next we will review her progress on the last name letters and continue on our path to reading. I'm a bit perplexed about her. She is smart as a whip, but seems to very easily get things mixed up. Not like dyslexia. But with her numbers.

She's making common mistakes based on just hearing what I say when identifying numbers (The "teens" being mistaken for the "ties" 13-30, 14-40, 15-50, et cetera.) Oddly when I had her read my lips at the same time, she was spot on in selecting the correct number. I can't tell if this is age appropriate, or a slight little hearing or processing issue beginning to crop up. She is always getting confused on age appropriate requests when it comes to chores and discipline. I will be trying some tricks up my sleeve to test this possible issue and maybe ask a quick question of Alfalfa Sprout's Speech Pathologist today. Odd to say the least, but not a blip on the worry scope just yet.

3. Okay--she completed all the work I actually said she had to. She read some science, recited poetry, read some Bible, did some math, did some spelling, did some Latin. Somewhere around 3:30, I decided we were well rounded enough to let her watch Fetch, Fetch Ruffman. I'm such a softy. I didn't even require a ticket for this privilege.

4. All hair is still in place. I suppose it has been quite a successful day. Though with a 30 minute late start to school, I was half-tempted to yank a hair or too. But not to bad. We began a new routine courtesy of Flylady. If they gave grades and had graduations, I have flunked out about three or four times now. So today we began with our regular schedule and added in the Weekly Home Blessing. By evening it no longer looks flylady blessed, but it is still blessed.

And on a latter note--the Alfalfa Sprout fell asleep on the way to Speech and was not quite up for a game of b-b-b-b-b-b or m-m-m-m-m. So I never got to ask about Butternut. Poor little Sprout. He's getting a cough, too. Looks like a belated Christmas gift is showing up with the Three Kings in our household.

And on a final note--I'm tired. I am not spell checking. This won't be submitted for the Nobel Prize. Any errors, are the fault of the computer. :)

Okay I take that back. The computer operator just noticed that the copy-pasting to MS Word to do spell check was a HUGE waste of time. There is a spell check button on the post page. Evidently my laptop was hiding it from me. Anyone out there believe me?

Saturday, January 3, 2009

I hate computers!

I had this lovely post all ready. And this wonderful blog is so nice, to auto-save for you.

Well I was highlighting this lovely little article--when the darn thing...went to white. It deleted. Then the blog decided it was the perfect time to auto-save. EEEK!

No control-z to fix it. Nooooooooooooooooooo!!!!

I know Hate is such a strong word...but I am convinced they design these things to break on purpose. It didn't work for the car industry, but the computer industry has consumers so convinced that they need the latest and greatest. Surely my screen blip isn't my laptop's fault or error. But I shall pretend that it is. As anything computer related--MUST be the comptuer's fault. Right?

So now we shall chat about my laptop. It is about 3 years old now. That is ancient in computer land. Little Alfalfa Sprout has popped off several keys. That isn't the computer's fault of course. That would be my fault for not closing the laptop. But the manufacturer designed it that way. Who in their right mine designs stuff that Alfalfa Sprout can break? Geesh. Is it too much to ask for the keys to not be so...pop-friendly?

It is slow--but that is attributed to all the junk I have on here. My desktop is full of icons. I have no proper organization of my directories, so I save stuff to my desktop that I don't think I will remember where I put them. My desktop is FULL of these icons. Occasionally Mr. Laptop asks me if I'd like to relocate some unused icons to the trash bin. I'm sure it is trying to be helpful. But I still say, "Thank you, computer, but leave my icons alone!"

Then my bookmarks, they are quite...numerous.

For example, tonight--I couldn't even find my blog in my favorites. It takes about 30 seconds to scroll through the list. Then I remembered, I stuck it in a folder at the top. Duh--so I wouldnt' have to scroll and could find it.

Last night, I spent a good 20 minutes making folders and sorting and deleting some links to make the list shorter and more organized. I think it will take me--24-48 hours. I have so many links. I bookmark ANYTHING and EVERYTHING. I've got stuff regarding ovulation, pregnancy progress, my temporary adventures into raw foods, I even found some Schoolhouse rocks stuff I forgot about. I have a link to Larabar, SampleLesson2 (no idea what they are teaching here..I could click, but I don't want to make this post turn white by mistake), and a website dedicated to 70's nostalgia that I resourced for a Bunko night once. Wow--quite the strange collection and totally in need of some...editing.

Okay--not what I had planned for this evening, but it shall have to do. And I didn't spell check. So I do apologize. My ADHD brain sometimes works faster than I can type and even though I know my uses for to, too, two, know, no and any other homonym--it doesn't always translate to the correct word.

So if you spot a mistake, it is the laptop's fault. That's my story and I am sticking to it!

Our Classroom

18 months ago, Celery quit his corporate job of 10 years to come home and work for a nice small company that permits all of its employees to work from home. Our home is 1500+ square feet. A mansion in 1950s standards I suppose. But with the goofiest layout I have ever seen. Large bedrooms, itty bitty living space and no "free" rooms like a family room, office, spare bedroom, loft, or Celery's dream of a home theatre. So Celery converted half the garage into his office.

We have a loft in our garage that is purposed as an attic. To this, Celery added a wall, we insulated everything. He purchased a portable air conditioning unit that looks a bit like R2-D2. But then we forgot one small important detail. The garage has a western facing window that is kind of like a skylight of sorts. And while R2 can keep the little room AC'd quite well, it cannot compete with the rest of the garage that bakes like an oven on a summer afternoon. Then there is the truckload of computer equipment. Well--it wasn't long before Celery took over the master bedroom and we got the luxury of our homeschool classroom. It suits our needs perfectly as long as our needs are not 3 pm on a hot July afternoon. :)

Rutabaga and Butternut have their school-issued desk we obtained one fine day when we e-mailed our homeschool group on where to find one. It just so happened that folks were GIVING these away. My kids LOVE these desks.

WE have an old-book shelf. My black "Disney" desk that Celery got from the Disney Company that short of the handles could have come at half-price from any other office supply company. Though it is sturdy and roomy.

The wall space isn't much. The fancy sticky stuff they sell that is supposed to adhere to ANYTHING--won't work on beadboard or concrete block. So our maps are rolled up in a poster box. Anything posted is either a sticky note or nailed to the wall and I get weirded out about having holes in my posters, so few things are actually up.

IF you plug too many things in at once, we blow a breaker. The lighting is adequate. And save the "minor" seepage of water from Tropical Storm Faye, we stay very dry. It almost sounds like I have the kids in savage conditions, but it is okay. There is no mold or hazardous conditions--breakers flip for a reason. Essentially I cannot vacuum and be plugged in the garage with R2. He just doesn't like it.

On Monday, we return to the classroom. All the filing and grading I said I would do over the holidays. HAH! I didn't even look at it.

But to the classroom we shall go for more reading, writing, and 'rithmetic. Hopefully Butternut is ready for that first one!

Until next time! Many blessings to you and yours!

(It looks like I posted twice on the same day. I did, but the Fruit salad post was written yesterday. )

Friday, January 2, 2009

Cool Whip Fruit Salad: Yummy, Yummy, Ooey, Gooey, Goodness!

Celery and I have been married for 10.5 years now. I met his family about 13.5 years ago. They introduced me to the one single dish that I just cannot resist in their home. That dish is: Fruit Salad (yummy yummy). Please forgive my Wiggles reference. Their song makes no mention of Cool Whip, but it should.
Celery's family is coming for our visit today and we are having a cookout and thus making Fruit Salad is just short of mandatory. Just short because it gives me a great excuse to eat it.

Now--I stink at conveying recipes. I do not have this one written down. If you must have a real recipe, you can Google one. But here is my version. As with all diet ads and get rich quick schemes, results may vary. The recipes I found on-line have different extra things added, so I cannot vouch for their yumminess. You're on your own. :)

*Two 8-ounce containers of cool whip. (1 extra might not be bad to have on hand just in case you want a more "cool whip" consistency)
*One large can of fruit cocktail or 2 small ones. (The very cherry version gets your more cherries or you can add sliced maraschino. Be forewarned that you will end up with red fingertips if you chose the latter.)
*One 16 ounce bag of marshmallows
*1-2 large bananas, quartered and sliced

INSTRUCTIONS:
Open and drain the fruit cocktail COMPLETELY. While it drains, in a large bowl dump in 2 containers of Cool Whip. Fold in the fruit cocktail. Add in the marshmallows. If the fruit and marshmallows aren't swimming in the Cool Whip add in more. You do not want to see a sculpture of whipped fruit. Add in the sliced banana. ENJOY!

You can make this recipe as large as you want, but I'd test it small first. This ensures you like it, and ensures you are familiar with the consistency. I lost track of how much Cool Whip I used, but I used all 6 cans of my fruit cocktail and came just shy of not having any marshmallows left for Celery's marshmallow gun.

This stuff IS addicting. It won't last long. I promise. Just make sure if you serve potato salad, that folks know that this isn't potato salad. It got ignored on a camping trip recently giving the 1 or 2 families who knew about it, front row seats to ooey, gooey goodness while everyone else missed out. Of course this left more for me, so it could have been a plot. Hmmmmm.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

She's touching MEEEEEE!!!!

Oh my goodness!

Have you heard that phrase in your home as much as I have heard it in my. It is enough to drive me up a wall and inspire me to hang out on the ceiling or something. In other words, it is driving me batty!

Courtesy is one subject we have a bit of trouble with in our homeschool. Rutabaga (the 8yo) took a while to learn it. I had to teach her that when a fellow kid falls next to her and starts crying because they are injured; it is polite to stop playing to make sure they are okay. I never thought she would get it, but I am thrilled to say that I no longer have to remind her except maybe on rare occasion. And usually that is because she might have had something to do with the kid falling. Especially if that kid is Butternut (the 6yo).

Now, this Butternut kid? What am I going to do with her?

We have family coming tomorrow morning for our family Christmas gathering at the New Year. We are hosting everyone for the first time ever and their sleeping arrangements have been set up in clean rooms. To prevent the rooms from becoming war zones just in time for Grandma and Grandpa to show up, the kids are in my bed for the night. Keeping them out of their room will make for a nice welcome for the grandparents to their B & B for the weekend. My reward for this hospitality readiness?

"Mom--she won't MOOOOOOOVE,” screams Butternut.

"Butternut, it would work better if you said 'Excuse me, please. I would like to get under the covers.'" I calmly reply in a sweet as honey tone.

"But she's being RUDE," she logically replies.

"I know that Butternut, but..."

"Aaaaaaahhhh", she interrupts.

"Butternut, I know she is being rude, but you do not want to get in trouble for it do you?" I ask as I scramble to not count how many steps it would take to reach the perch on the ceiling.

"AAAAHHHHH!!!!"

Evidently she does. Okay, time for the big dogs! After a warning that she will be on the couch if she doesn't stop whining, she then attempts to comply with my instructions on to handle the situation. But it sounds a bit whiney, so I remind her that she has to be PO-LIIIIIITE when she requests. Eventually it works and Butternut successfully requests her sister to give her some room to get her comfy spot under the covers.

Rutabaga snuggles in the middle of the bed and all is calm until....

"She's touching MEEEEE!!!"

"BUTTERNUT!!!"

No more complaints now. Both the ladies are falling asleep on the bed.

And after all that fuss, Rutabaga is snuggled under the covers while Butternut is all stretched out on TOP.

Now to go get Alfalfa Sprout out of his high chair. Like a good boy, he fell asleep without so much as a whimper.

Happy New Year

It is 1:15 am on the first day of 2009.

After dealing with droopy eyes all evening to stay awake for the ball drop for my kids and their friends, I am now wide awake. Perfect time to begin a blog.

I am a mom of 3 pumpkins who I will call Rutabaga, Butternut, and Sprout.

Rutabaga is an 8 year old 3rd grader. She is a voracious reader. She just cannot read enough. Anything and everything she must READ! She claims that math is her weak subject. As much as I have tried to explain that she does not possess an academic weakness in this area, she still enjoys claiming she is just terrible at it.

Science is her favorite subject. It is not mine. Nope. Not even close. You can tell me all about the science experiments and discoveries in the world. My response: That's very nice. But math--I could spend everyday for the rest of my life with math problems of most any kind. Though, advanced math and calculus has left my brain completely since the last I dealt with a COS was in 1993.



Butternut is my 6 year old Kindergartner. She loves to : write, produce, direct, choreograph, costume, act, dance, sing, and otherwise perform in any performance she can imagine to any audience willing or unwilling. She is a diva in training. I have tried to cancel training. But yet it continues. She contends she will be a star someday.

All I want to do is teach her how to read. I did it with Rutabaga. After a shaky concept start, she took off--easy peasy compared to Butternut. Butternut is...well...how do I put it? I can't tell if she is having trouble or faking her abilities or lack thereof. She's a stinker sometimes. She picked up math like noone's business. Reading? Well, I suppose she will get there eventually. It is priority one this coming semester. Sound out a three letter word at random. I would be quite thrilled for this to click. In the meantime, butternut is happy being taught sight words and is enjoying her new Tag Reading system. Maybe the magic pen will help this phonics thing...click. Perhaps if I started her reading lessons with Macbeth or Death of a Salesman...

Alfalfa Sprout is my little boy. He's 1, but not for much longer. He spends his time playing and nursing. He loves his mama. He loves his dada. He loves to say maaaaaaaaaa maaaaaaaaa and dada and shhhhhhhh. And that is it. Little Sprout is in speech therapy. This is not my doing. This is the doing of a well meaning pediatrician. Okie dokey fine. He can do lots of things--talking is not one of them. But he began his therapy in December and after 3 sessions--he is babbling a bit more....we've got some lalalalalala's out of him. Too bad we are trying for p's and k's. Oh well. In his own time like his sisters.

His sisters were slower to speak. And no big surprise, once they started talking--they just don't...not talk. I predict the same for Alfalfa Sprout. He does some signing. Some ASL and some made up. I don't know which is which as the therapist does them both. His "please" and "more" are ASL. He now nods his head for "yes" and "no". Warning! He wanted something once and I asked him "Can you say please?" Instead of doing the sign--he shakes his head in the affirmative. A genius and possibly a developing smarty pants. So now we just tell him to say please, at which time he circles his open hand over his heart. "Open" is a knocking motion and I forget what else we are supposed to do.

My goal with Alfalfa Sprout in January--please babble in therapy. I'm beginning to think the Speech therapist thinks you’re mute.


We use the classical model to educate our kids. I can explain more of that later. I have to look it up. I am not great at quoting from memory. When I got it, I got it. When I have to get other people to get it, I freeze.

I use the Mother of Divine Grace syllabi as our "skeleton". I substitute Math-U-See for their suggested math. (I don't recall what they suggest, I just happen to adore M-U-S and choose no other). And we do some other things.

Our goals for this coming semester:

Rutabaga: More science and less of Mama avoiding the subject. Complete Gamma Math. Get diligent with our spelling.

Butternut: Read, read, read, and did I mention read?

Alfalfa Sprout: Talking would be good so that the pediatrician will quit wondering about you. All his other tests appear normal so at this point we don't believe we have to worry about a disability or disorder.

More in the New Year! Blessings to all and may your 2009 be better than 2008 in all ways possible.