School on the go

Preschoolers unite! While we’re traveling (and our daughter was out of school for post-op recovery) she’s missing about a month of school. So I talked to her teacher, gathered some resources and took to the internet. Turns out my son (2 1/2) is also very interested in learning.

Apparently that kind of thing happens with kids as they get older. And they’re not the firstborn. Someone remind me to wake up every morning and REparent the baby with the same fervor we parented the oldest. Gosh, this mom thing is tiring.

Kidding. Yet somehow true – because I literally have to remind myself that this kid probably wants to know what color the sky is, that tress have green, orange and sometimes yellow leaves. That dirt is brown … you get the picture.

I would like to freeze his babyhood and never move on.

Mosaic: School at home

Who wouldn’t with that face?

Here’s what I did for the little guy (as starters):

File Folder Crayon Match Up

Dino Shapes

Morning Routine

I printed, cut the appropriate pieces then had everything laminated. The only one I was thinking would be specifically for him were the Dino Shapes but as soon as my daughter started playing with the crayon match up game he started to drool. (Was more of a reading exercise for her then a color or matching game)

And then he mastered the colors in one sitting and asked for more.


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homeschooling II


Yesterday we started this conversation about homeschooling – so lets pick up where we left off.

Why are we thinking about it now? We’ve always thought about it. I loved my experience with homeschooling. I was part of a Tutor program that was more like college for high school students than sitting at home with my mom. In fact, I don’t really remember ever doing that. I had teachers and was responsible for getting my work done on time and could go as fast as I needed to, wanted to. I could work and do school. I could take college courses at the same time. I did all of it. I loved it.

There wasn’t any drama from cliques at school. I didn’t feel like I had to be a smile on someone’s arm, I could be me and people cared that I was in the room with them. I wasn’t faced with peer pressure in the hallways, I didn’t look in the mirror in between classes and see the glances of other kids in my reflection – all I saw was me, washing my hands and getting ready for my next class.

Was it all peaches? Nope. I had to learn the hard way that my schedule was often more important to me than my school work and I had to catch up, retake and redo things. I actually failed a computer class (college course) and it was all on Word. WORD! Showing up helps your grade, by the way.

I’m probably one of the kids that would have greatly benefited from being homeschooled during middle school/high school. I think it’s different for each child and every family.


After 3 years and three different schools for our daughter homeschooling is on the table as an option because of traveling. In the month of January she’ll be in school all of two times. She’ll be out because of the tonsillectomy and then again because we’re going to Oklahoma for the last half of the month for Aaron’s work. Exercising her brain is a must. Not doing any kind of academic planning or work is just not an option.

But where do I start?

I’ve started talking to her teacher and am hoping to get some idea of where her class is going to be so we can keep our daughter on track and reintegrate her back into her classroom in February. She has friends and loves school – we’re not taking her away from it. Not at all.

But knowing how to do this and that this is an option in our lives for the next year or so is really just refreshing.


I’ve learned not to say things like: This is exactly how it’ll happen! Or, And when we return, things will go back to normal!

Never say never. Who knows what this will do, maybe I’ll love it and she’ll thrive!?? Maybe we’ll find some social outlets we didn’t know about before and it’ll completely change our minds about homeschooling as a way of education. I’m not saying no to anything, but I’m not saying yes either.

We’re mobile, we’re fluid. That’s our life.

I think that’s my word for 2011. Fluid.


First day of school

Here she is on her first day of preschool. We were a bleary-eyed family fresh off a summer of learning how to grow together after adding another child to our happy little trio, which became a quadruple (I know, that doesn’t really make sense … ) but still. It was a whirl wind of a summer and this huge! big! deal! of school came and we made a hoot and holler out of it.

Preschool wasn’t even 2 1/2 hours on the two mornings she went in a week, it was long enough for me to get home, set my alarm, feed the baby and fall asleep to catch my breath before she came home and I was “on” for the rest of the day. She needed it, too. Still talks about her teacher and what she learned that year (it was a Spanish immersion program) and she’s always been a social butterfly.

{This is a much longer story and not the one I was planning on originally telling here tonight.}

Aaron was homeschooled from 8th grade on and I was homeschooled my last year of school. Aaron’s story goes something like this: he was kicked out of the “traditional” school he attended and his parents were teachers and went to work on homeschooling. I’m paraphrasing to save time here, but that’s the gist of it. In his defense, and you’d have to know him, but it was a very bullshit move on the schools part to expel Aaron. That’s about all I know. A wrong was done and homeschooling was just what came of it.

My story goes like this: After finishing my sophomore year at my “traditional” school I saw what my schedule was looking like for the next one (I think it was early August and school started again the end of the month) and asked if I could take more classes in order to graduate early. I didn’t want to spend half my day in study halls or work programs, I wanted to graduate. Fast. One thing led to another and we went for the homeschooling option as a way for me to finish school early, start college and get one with my life already.

Side bar: Also, I wouldn’t admit it then but I’m pretty I pushed so hard for that to happen so I wouldn’t end up with a highschool boyfriend who was not what I needed in my future and definitely not what I wanted but somehow always ended up being the locker room story anyway. Those “wounds” have long-since healed but changing the course of my schooling is one of the very defining moments in my life – one of the first where I understood I was in charge of the outcome and I wanted a hand at playing the game of life, too.

So. Homeschooling. Will we? Would we? Should we?

More on this tomorrow. And why we’re looking at homeschooling as an option now.

Forget about it!

She hasn’t even been to school for a whole week yet. Just twice. TWO TIMES. This is what we’re up to over here:

She reads words. That are in books. And on signs. And then she reads them. Out loud. To us.


She does homework, and is all … What else? Like, throw me another one, I’ve got this. Bring it.


She comes home with an attitude, but not a bad one. She’s all … what ELSE are we going to do, Mom? BESIDES watch TV or do my homework (because I’m done, duh). And I pooped myself. She has NEVER asked me that before. She’s either: A) Done her own thing or B) Not cared or C) Made up her own thing to do and asked for assistance.


The baby talk is a memory. She’s done with acting like her brother because acting like a Kindergardener is WAY better. (I agree.)


She eats and eats and eats and eats and eats. Apparently the more brain power you’re using the more TRUCK LOADS OF FOOD YOU WILL CONSUME. I forgot about this phenomenon. She now eats 5 meals, with snacks.