Random Summer Photo Post

 

My motto

 

Birthday cakes for me, made by the girls and my mom.

 

Ellie had her first day of ballet in Septmber.  She asked me at least a dozen times before noon if it was time for ballet yet.  🙂

 

Her first day of ballet. Why look normal?

 

She also got to have her own tea party with my “good” china.  (Good being a very relative term here.)

 

Ellie having her own "tea party" with my good china.

 

 

We are studying human anatomy this year and one of our projects was to make an edible cell…

The ingredients - enough candy to make us all diabetic.

Ellie and her "cell"

Again, why be normal???

Someone's "cell"

 

 

Sometimes you just have to do something different….

I love routine.  I thrive on it, in fact.  Knowing what to expect and when – it is freedom within safe boundaries.  The kids seem to appreciate it, too.  But sometimes, the routine can start to feel like an obligation and I can start to resent it and find myself bucking underneath it.  Perhaps it is a character flaw within me, perhaps it is that youngest child syndrome I still struggle with, but take something I love and *require* me to do it, and all of a sudden I’m not such a big fan.

We have been at school for two and one half months now.  Life has interrupted a couple of times, but we are on schedule and plowing through.  And we all seem to have hit a wall.  Like we just can’t go one.step.further.  They seem to need a break.  I definitely need a break.

But then there’s my schedule.  All those lesson plans I entered…planned days off, all other days on….they wag their finger at me if I don’t stick to them religiously.

But then I have to remember why we start school in July, when it’s a million degrees outside and we don’t even want to go swimming anymore.  It’s so that we can enjoy these days, the days when it’s 72 and sunny and the leaves are turning perfect colors.  Because all too soon it will be cold and dreary and gray and we’ll be back to daily sitting at the dining room table plowing our way through textbooks and activity pages.

I also have to remember why we home school.  It is for more than just the education.  It is for hearts and relationships and time together.  And when we’re all so fried from the day to day, we can miss the bigger picture.

So, today we finished up some stuff we started and then put it all away.  The girls worked on their ocean boxes for a science class and I vacuumed floors.  And I think I’m going to re-evaluate next week’s schedule.  It’s supposed to be spectacular outside again and I don’t want to miss it.  There will still be school, but some of it may just have to wait for colder, rainy weather when we have nothing better to do than workbook pages.

What about you?  What do you do when you need a break from the routine?

Endings and Beginnings

Tonight the routine begins again.  Back to twice a week ballet and schedules that must be kept and ordering my days around others’ commitments.  It is the ending  of summer and freedom and laziness and the beginning of new goals and challenges and dreams.  This one has hope of going “on pointe” this fall and others have hopes of their own.  Here’s to a year of growth and hardship and wonder and beauty.  May we all reflect His Son even more when we welcome summer again.

“Not one of all the Lord’s good promises to the house of Israel failed; every one was fulfilled.”

~ Joshua 21:45

Heading Back

Last week I took a few days off from posting to focus on getting ready to start school up again.  I entered lesson plans for most of the year into to computer, made reading lists, and am still trying to figure out where to put all the books in my book case-less house.

We start back July 27.  This should allow us to finish by the end of April or first week of May.  Chandler and Ellie have been asking to do school since we finished last year’s work in April.  And even Grace and Emma have been making veiled comments about being ready to start again.  I wish I was.  This summer has been good, but not as slow as I like them to be.  Four weeks of being somewhere every day at 9 a.m. has, I think, made it feel less restful.  As I type this we are savoring a day of doing nothing.  We are all still in pajamas (if you know me well, you know this almost never happens at our house).  I have been working on the computer most of the morning.  The girls are enjoying romping around, making houses and forts on the mess of furniture that is presently strung throughout the first floor.  I have promised them a trip to the park (or a movie if it starts to rain) later.  I made it clear that they would need to get dressed if we go to the park.  🙂

I don’t have any overly-lofty expectations for myself or our school this year.  I have accepted my limits and my nature and have learned to stretch but not overwhelm myself.  I won’t say we are going to do an amazing science project every week because that is setting myself up to fail.  But we are studying human anatomy this year (my absolute favorite subject) and so I do look forward to doing some fun stuff.  We will never study botany because I am a plant killer.  They don’t stand a chance in my house.  Ask my husband who has bought me many beautiful plants that end up dead within a month.  Or ask my dad who has tried to save said plants.  We will work through as much of Story of the World Volume 2 as we can.  I don’t know that we will get through all of it.  Why those books are arranged into 42 chapters instead of the 36 that would make for very easy school year scheduling I don’t understand.  We will read some great books.  We will move forward in math and grammar and a dozen other subjects it seems.  And we will address heart issues and character issues and (hopefully) draw each of us closer to God.

In my heart this is why I home school.  We have a great education.  Our kids are bright and have done well on their standarized tests.  I want them to excel and work hard and find success in whatever their passion and calling are later in life.  But more than anything, I want them to learn to love God well, to follow hard after their Savior, to learn to forgive and show mercy and to make hard choices.  To be holy even at the expense of being happy.  I don’t feel like we could do these things if our children were in school every day.  Other families can.  Some don’t have any other choice.  For me, it takes the day-in-day-out exposure to all of our strengths and weaknesses, assets and faults to get to the heart of each child.  I am thankful for that privilege.

So in a few short days, it’s back to school we go.  Because we home school there will still be time for the pool or the swimming beach or the park or the zoo.  But the routine will return, followed soon by ballet and Friday classes and everything that comes with the school year.  And it will be a good thing because those months of diligently working through hard things make us appreciate the freedom that summer brings that much more.

Here’s to an amazing school year!