So Embarrassing

On the way into Colonial Williamsburg today, I noticed that you could rent costumes for the day.  “Guys, we can rent costumes!  Who wants to get costumes tomorrow?” Ezra couldn’t wait for me to get the entire question out before he blurted out, “I do!  I want one, Mom!” All three of the older boys [Read More...]

Tired

Every muscle, every fiber, every brain cell.  They are all tired. My daddy came home today.  The doctors need to wait for his kidney function to improve before he has a needed heart procedure.  In the meantime, he is at home. Coming home is good.  So, so good.  But it’s a lot of lifting, and [Read More...]

Because I Have Limits

Warning:  Salty language ahead. I spent nine hours today getting ice chips, and talking to doctors, and putting away food trays, and generally waiting on my daddy, who is still in the hospital.  Except for hating that my dad is miserable, I had a great day. A great day, despite coming up against what others [Read More...]

The Nature of Childhood

I brought the boys to Plimoth Plantation today with many hopes.  For example, I hoped the boys would see how hard the Plimoth children worked and feel bad about the way they sigh when I ask them to pick up their coats.  I suppose I could lie and say that I hoped the boys would [Read More...]

Why We Shouldn’t Homeschool

My dad is out of the ICU as of tonight – awaiting test results and probably heart surgery. And I have an uncharacteristic sense of peace about everything.  So I’m going to go ahead with my plan to list reasons that we should put the kids back in school next year. Both boys qualify for [Read More...]

My Daddy

My daddy is in the hospital.  My great, great daddy is sick. So musings on homeschool take a back seat today.  Today I will tell you about my daddy.  If you’ve been reading the blog, you’ll recognize him in his eldest daughter. My dad is a Patriot.  He repaired radios in the Air Force as [Read More...]

Art School

Jake was not homeschooled.  Kind of the opposite, really.  He left home when he was fourteen to go to a special art school. He loved art.  He needed more art.  He couldn’t get enough art, or the right kind of training, from his school.  So he found a school where he could, and he moved [Read More...]


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