E is for…

E is for…Eyebright fairy and St. Elizabeth Ann Seton.  After reading Serendipity’s Flower Fairy story, Joseph and William colored pictures of the Eyebright fairy.  Joseph also did some copywork from the poem that is in the Flower Fairy book (which he did while listening to the Flower Fairy CD).  Then we looked up the actual wildflower in our field guide.  We read about Saint Elizabeth Ann Seton in our Alphabet of Catholic Saints.  Joseph did some copywork.  We also used the picture from the book to practice the letter E formation. 

E is for…the letter E.  We practiced letter formation using the Cuisenaire Rods Alphabet Book, Do A Dot, Salt Dough letters, and Pin Punch letters. 

E is for…the short vowel e sound.  For phonics review (and phonics introduction for William!) and for our word box, we focused on the short vowel e sound.  We did some Explode the Code, added some short e words to our word boxes, and made words with play-doh. 

E is for…earnings.  We started Dave Ramsey’s Financial Peace Jr. University this week.  Joseph listened to Junior’s first adventure and we talked about earning commission.  Unfortunately Joseph was more enamored with the idea of doing wrong and being fined, so we shelved the commission chart for now.  We’ll revisit a little later.

 E is for…envelopes.  Joseph practiced writing letters and addressing envelopes this week.  He chose to write a letter to his friend Belle and to Grandpa Gary.  Both were pleased to receive his letter.

E is for…electricity.  I had great plans to read Switch On, Switch Off and The Magic School Bus and the Electric Field Trip, but we never got around to it.  We have a few weeks later on that don’t have a science theme, so we’ll fill in those weeks with these plans.   

E is for…Albert Einstein.  We read The Odd Boy Out, which Joseph and William had absolutely no interest in.  In hindsight Amelia Earhart probably would have been a better choice here.  On the positive side, I did learn a new tidbit of information that I was able to share with Daxson.  Did you know that the man who performed Einstein’s autopsy put Einstein’s brain in a jar and traveled across the United States with it?  He even wrote a book about it called Driving Mr. Albert: A Trip Across the United States with Einstein’s Brain.

E is for…eat nicely.  We’re still using these great coloring pages and we’re including one each week along with a virtue story. 

In our book baskets this week (I’m choosing one book from each basket to have Joseph do a narration and illustration of):

History (Albert Einstein): Odd Boy Out  

Science (electricity): Switch On, Switch Off; The Magic School Bus and the Electric Field Trip

Favorite E Books:  Every Friday; Emily’s First 100 Days of School; Even Firefighters Go to the Potty; Every Autumn Comes the Bear; Each Peach Pear Plum

{this moment}

 

{this moment} – A Friday ritual.   A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.  A simple, special, extraordinary moment.  A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.  If you’re inspired to do the same, visit Soulemama to leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see.

Daybook

Outside my window…a hummingbird is hovering around our tree, waiting for just the right moment to land on our feeder.

I am thankful…for energetic, happy little boys.

I am thinking…sleeping babies are so beautiful.

I am praying…for guidance on my parenting journey.  There are never simple answers and parenting is truly an art (if only it were a science).

From the learning rooms…enjoying a “f”antastic “f” week, with flowers, farm animals, fairy houses, and more!

In the kitchen…my choices are limited.  Once you cut out dairy, soy, and eggs, the menu is dramatically reduced.  We’re eating lots of oatmeal, beans, fruits and veggies (not together, mind you). 

I am wearing…jean shorts and a white tank top with little tan and brown designs on it…and I am realizing how terrible I am at describing things. 

I am hoping…for fall weather sometime soon.  I already pulled out long sleeve shirts and pants for the kids, hoping maybe just that little action would bring forth crisp autumn days, but so far, it’s still extremely warm outside (heat index today is 93 degrees).

I am hearing…Anne of Green Gables.  Joseph has been asking to watch it for days now, so I finally gave in today and let him watch a little while William is napping.  This movie never gets old for me.

Around the house…packing away clothes that are too small for the boys, rearranging the clothes that fit, and wondering how three little boys have acquired so much.

One of my favorite things…a visit to the plant nursery, which is where we were this morning.  I am so inspired when I see those beautiful blooms and hear the trickling water of the fountains.  Now if only I had a green thumb (or maybe if I could just remember to water the plants I have). 

Here are some pictures for thought I am sharing…We’ve started having tea time every afternoon after William’s nap.  William requires his to be warm with honey; Joseph takes it however it is served.  I am happy to have a few moments just to sip in peace.

D is for…

D is for…Daisy fairy, St. Dominic, and King David.  After reading Serendipity’s Flower Fairy story, Joseph and William colored pictures of the Daisy fairy.  Joseph also did some copywork from the poem that is in the Flower Fairy book (which he did while listening to the Flower Fairy CD).  Then we looked up the actual wildflower in our field guide.  We read about Saint Dominic in our Alphabet of Catholic Saints.  Joseph did some copywork.  We also used the picture from the book to practice the letter D formation.  We read about King David in Letters from Heaven, which naturally lead into telling the story of David and Goliath, which we did through The Children’s Book of Heroes and Tomie dePaola’s Bible Stories.  We used our dinosaurs to act out the story. 

D is for…the letter D.  We practiced letter formation using the Cuisenaire Rods Alphabet Book, Do A Dot, Salt Dough letters, and Pin Punch letters. 

D is for…dinosaurs.  We read about them, played with them, made pictures of them, and used their feet to make fossils in playdough.  How delightful! 

 

D is for…Davy Crockett.   We learned about Davy Crockett in A Picture Book of Davy Crockett and then Joseph wore his own version of a ‘coon hat.

D is for…desert life.  We watched Reading Rainbow: Desert Life and then Joseph did a drawing narrative about life in the desert.

D is for…doctor and dentist.  We read lots about doctors and dentists and germs and bacteria in books like Germs are Not for Sharing, Keeping Clean, Take Care of Your Teeth, Just Going to the Dentist and Usborne’s books Going to the Dentist and Going to the Doctor.  My sister passed on a great idea where the kids got to “clean” a plaque covered tooth.  I simply drew a tooth on a yellow piece of paper and they used white paint to clean the teeth.  We also got to practice our germ etiquette since everyone caught a cold…you can see William practicing coughing into his arm. 

D is for…duty.  We’re still using these great coloring pages and we’re including one each week along with a virtue story.  We also read about doing our duty in God’s Alphabet.

In our book baskets this week (I’m choosing one book from each basket to have Joseph do a narration and illustration of):

History (Davy Crockett): A Picture Book of Davy Crockett

Science (dinosaurs): Digging up Dinosaurs; Archaeologists Dig for Clues; The Magic School Bus in the Time of the Dinosaurs; The Dinosaur; First Picture Dinosaurs; Dinosaurs A to Z; Usborne First Encyclopedia of Dinosaurs and Prehistoric Life

Favorite D Books:  The Duchess Bakes a Cake; The Dog who Loved Red; The Deer in the Wood; The Doorbell Rang; Does a Kangaroo Have a Mother, Too?;  Duck for President

{this moment}

{this moment} – A Friday ritual.   A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.  A simple, special, extraordinary moment.  A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.  If you’re inspired to do the same, visit Soulemama to leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see.

Dirt

There is one thing in life that all kids are drawn to…

dirt…

except my kids.

They can’t stand the thought of getting dirty…

Until yesterday, that is…

William discovered dirt…

he was pretending to be a bug…

and, of course, bugs play in the dirt…

He discovered that getting dirty is fun…

Joseph finally decided to join in…

and together, Joseph and William discovered…

that dirt is…

just plain fun…

and while cleanup was a bit of a chore…

I can’t help but smile…

when I think of those boys covered from head to toe…

smiling…

and laughing…

and William exclaiming, “I like dirt!”

It’s about time!

C is for…

C is for…Columbine fairy and St. Cecelia.  After reading Serendipity’s Flower Fairy story, Joseph and William colored pictures of the Columbine fairy.  Joseph also did some copywork from the poem that is in the Flower Fairy book (which he did while listening to the Flower Fairy CD).  Then we looked up the actual wildflower in our field guide.  We read about Saint Cecelia in our Alphabet of Catholic Saints.  Joseph did some copywork and both boys colored a picture of Saint Cecelia.  We also used the picture from the book to practice the letter C formation.  We read about cherubims in Letters from Heaven

C is for…the letter C.  We practiced letter formation using the Cuisenaire Rods Alphabet Book, Do A Dot, Salt Dough letters, and Pin Punch letters. 

C is for…Castles.  We read about life in a castle and then used our wooden castle to act out the story.

C is for…The Constitution.  We used Betsy Maestro’s book A More Perfect Union to learn the history of the Constitution.  We’ve added the Preamble to our morning routine, right after we say the Pledge of Allegiance.  We also watched The Preamble on Schoolhouse Rock (the song is so catchy that we usually end up singing the Preamble rather than reciting it!). 

C is for…St. Christopher.  We read Tomie dePaola’s book Christopher: The Holy Giant, after which Joseph did a narration and illustration. 

C is for…colors.  We had lots of fun with colors!  We did some color clothespin matching and some color mixing

C is for…creeks. After reading Box Turtle at Long Pond, we visited a nearby creek and saw lots of turtles. 

C is for…cat.  We studied Joseph Interpreting the Dreams of His Fellow Prisoners and then did a narration and illustration.

C is for…compassion and cookies.  I found these great coloring pages and we’re including one each week along with a virtue story.  This week the theme was Compassion.  To supplement our virtue studies, we read the book Cookies: Bite Size Life Lessons …one of my absolute favorites (and the kids’ too!) 

C is for…candles and cake.  We baked a cake in honor of Auntie Leslie’s birthday and then even blew out candles. 

C is for…Connect Four and chase!

In our book baskets this week (I’m choosing one book from each basket to have Joseph do a narration and illustration of):

History (The Constitution): A More Perfect UnionIf You Were There When They Signed the Constitution 

Science (creeks): Box Turtle at Long Pond; Follow the Water from Brook to Ocean

Favorite C Books:  Chicka Chicka Boom Boom; Chicka Chicka 123; The Carrot Seed; Cowboy’s Secret Life; Curious George books; Clifford books; Chrysanthemum; Corduroy; Charlie Needs a Cloak; A Child’s Rule of Life

{this moment}

{this moment} – A Friday ritual.   A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.  A simple, special, extraordinary moment.  A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.  If you’re inspired to do the same, visit Soulemama to leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see.

Daybook

Outside my window…it’s windy.  I can still hear William praying when we were outside, frustrated with the wind knocking his golf ball off the tee, “Please God.  Stop the wind.  Amen.”  His prayer went unanswered and Joseph tried to explain that “God doesn’t always answer us right away…at least that’s what Max Lucado says.”  Glad to know that the Hermie movies are making an impression.

I am thinking…I love reading stories to the kids that rhyme.  Our favorite this week?  The Duchess Bakes a Cake…one of my favorites from when I was a kid.

I am thankful…for the little things that I fail to acknowledge.  Oh, like arms and legs.  I take so many things for granted.

From the learning rooms…working on a “d”elightful “D” week.  Will post our “C” week adventures soon.

In the kitchen…slow cooked beef, rice, and corn.  Mmm, comfort food at its best.

I am wearing…gray knit capris and a black t-shirt.  Comfy.

I am readingPlayful Learning by Mariah Bruehl…full of lots of great ideas for teaching the little ones.  Also reading The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton. 

One of my favorite things…watching Joseph and William try to solve a problem.  Earlier today they knocked over the basketball hoop and then took it apart.  After playing with it like that for awhile, they tried their best to put it back together.  They work quite well together.  Each had ideas of how to fix it.  One would say his idea and then the two would work together to try it.  Unfortunately, their ideas didn’t work out, but at least they tried. 

Here is picture for thought I am sharing…Andrew wasn’t really too happy to be held by his big brothers at this moment…but it now takes two of them to hold the little guy…he’s growing so fast!

A Father Forgets…and so do I

Sometimes I forget.  I forget how little they are.  I spend my days caught up in the midst of raising them and I forget to see them just as they are.  Instead I see the potential they have and I push them to be their best.  I spend my days correcting them.  Guiding them.  Leading them.  The problem is that I don’t always do it patiently. 

Then something happens.  I am given just enough grace to see them just as they are.  Not as I perceive them.  Not as I desire them to be.  Just as they are.  Full of love and trust.  Vulnerable.  So eager to please.  I suddenly see a little boy standing before me, with knobby knees, feet that he still needs to grow into, and eyes filled with love…and faith.  Faith in me.  Faith that I am treating him by the golden rule.  Faith that I am showing him what it means to be a loving parent.  And I am faced with the realization that I fall short of what it is that I am called to show him. 

I lie awake many nights replaying the day over and over again.  Only this time when I relive the events of the day, it is not my children I am correcting.  It is me.  No longer do I bark commands, but instead I listen.  No longer do I rush them to hurry along, but instead I realize that the process is more important than the product.  As I replay the day, I am quick to smile, slow to anger.  I promise myself that tomorrow will be a better day.  Tomorrow I will remember what it means to be little and I will respect that.               

FATHER FORGETS
W. Livingston Larned

Listen, son: I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily I came to your bedside.

There are the things I was thinking, son: I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave yourface merely a dab with a towel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor.

At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your bread. And as you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand and called, “Goodbye, Daddy!” and I frowned, and said in reply, “Hold your shoulders back!”

Then it began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came up the road I spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles. There wereholes in your stockings. I humiliated you before your boyfriends by marching you ahead of me to the house. Stockings were expensive – and if you had to buy them you would be more careful! Imagine that, son, from a father!

Do you remember, later, when I was reading in the library, how you came in timidly, with a sort of hurt look in your eyes? When I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption, you hesitated at the door. “What is it you want?” I snapped.

You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, and threw your arms around my neck and kissed me, and your small arms tightened with an affection that God had set blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither. And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs.

Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me. What has habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, of reprimanding – this was my reward to you for being a boy. It was not that I did not love you; it was that I expected too much of youth. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own years.

And there was so much that was good and fine and true in your character. The little heart of you was as big as the dawn itself over the wide hills. This was shown by your spontaneous impulse to rush in and kiss me good night. Nothing else matters tonight, son. I have come to your bed-side in the darkness, and I have knelt there, ashamed!

It is a feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these things if I told them to you during your waking hours. But tomorrow I will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, and suffer when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual: “He is nothing but a boy – a little boy!”

I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you now, son, crumpled and weary in your cot, I see that you are still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother’s arms, your head on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much.