A Tale of Two Days

I can’t remember if I’ve talked about it here yet, but we’ve been homeschooling for almost a year and a half. At this time, I plan basic independent study based lessons and I check in as needed to help and make sure tasks are being completed. This works pretty well with Thaddeus requiring lots of attention still and allows the older boys to have more control over their education.

Most days this works really well. Others, though, like yesterday make me question my sanity. Thaddeus constantly took his diaper off all morning in spite of my attempts to keep it on him. I tried to turn it into potty training, but he preferred the floor to the toilet. Thank goodness he took an early nap and forgot about streaking afterwards.
Since it was obviously going to be a thorough cleaning day, I washed the couch cover. This left the worn cushions exposed for a while, which led to Beckett picking at them constantly. He accompanied his furniture destruction with complaints about how much schoolwork he had and how hard it was and he didn’t want to do it. To put things in perspective, on the days he does his work without complaining, it takes about 30-45 minutes for him to finish. 

Finn’s contribution to the chaos was complaining about his math work and everything Beckett did or looked like he might do. By the time Chris got home, I was DONE. 

Today, though, is different. Today I wake up at seven thirty, feeling guilty I wasn’t up to see Chris off to work. Thadd woke up at the same time, so there’s no quiet moment before having to keep the T-Rex from becoming T-Wrecks. 

I get out of bed to find both older boys up and working on school work together. Finn lists off what he’s done, what he has left to do and his plan for completing it. Then he offers to make breakfast and lunch for himself and his brothers. That way I’m don’t have to cook food I still can’t comfortably chew.

Beckett has completed everything he can do on his own and is ready to read with me. He reads the first book to Thadd and I on his own, then helps me read the book he usually refuses to help with because it’s too hard. 

Today I can think about nature walks and impromptu lessons about why we designate today as the first day of fall instead of worrying that I’m killing my kids’ love of learning or not doing enough or that I will have to keep them on separate sides of the house just to maintain my sanity. 

I’m not sure why today is different. I hope it isn’t just a reaction to yesterday. Either way, I’ll take it.

(Almost) Wordless Wednesday: The Thaddeus Edition

It has recently come to my attention that I shared this with you over two years ago: 

but neglected to share when this happened on September 17, 2015.

This is Thaddeus, weighing in at a whopping 9lbs, 2 ounces. That’s why he looks to be a few months old in the above photo, instead of a day old.

Here he is a year later.


And here he is now, nearly two and into everything.

At least when he plays outside, the worst he can get into is mud.

Why I’ve been away

So, I had planned to be good and keep this blog updated this year. As it turned out, I had more important and exhausting things come up to distract me. Or, rather one thing. Or rather this:

Beckett announced to all of Target that I had a baby in my tummy about a week before I even suspected. He also insisted it’s a baby girl. It turns out he’s not quite as clairvoyant as it first seemed. It took a little while to convince him that the baby is, in fact, a little brother.  Finn wavered between being disappointed it’s a boy (he already knows how annoying a brother can be) and being happy to not have to endure princesses and Frozen. Especially Frozen.
Other details: He is due mid-Septemberish, so I’m currently about 24 weeks. This will be my first third-trimester Texas summer, so there will probably be much complaining about the heat. If you need me, look in front of the air conditioner. No name yet, although I have considered randomly picking up a Coke and naming the baby whomever I’m supposed to share said Coke with. I abandoned that idea when I would have had to name the baby Edgar Ashley.

First Day 2013

Today was Finn’s first day of second grade. There was a ton of first-day jitters all around, but his day went well. We left for school with plenty of time to play at the park beforehand.


Second grader!


B not cool with Finn joining him for a picture. Also proving he can climb playground equipment just as easily as he can scale the sofas. Or the tables. Or chairs.


Crazy baby. Sweet photo taken by Finnian.


Trying (and failing) to recapture the Forrest Gump-esque first day of Kindergarten photo.

Beckett and I passed the time doing housework, then we got adventurous and decided to bake a cake from scratch. That went surprisingly well, thanks to a chair at the sink and letting him help wash the dishes while I made the batter. It even went much better than cleaning the clutter from the dining room table. It turned out that the stacks of books and papers on the table were actually serving as Beckett deterrent. I am seriously considering removing all furniture from the house. Big empty rooms with beanbag chairs might be the only way to keep B’s feet on the floor for more than thirty seconds at a time.

Quick Takes Friday, Vol. 10

— 1 —

It’s two weeks until I need to have my Christmas gifts finished. I haven’t really started anything yet. It’s my version of living dangerously.

— 2 —

Finn had an awards assembly for the second six weeks on Wednesday. He got three awards. One for attendance, one for all around E’s and one for meeting his reading goals. This was the best picture I got:

Most looked like this:

— 3 —

If it wasn’t for Gangnam Style, nothing would get done around here. At least it’s not Barney.

— 4 —

Finnian has his first field trip without Chris or I going along as a chaperone. I’m sure he’ll do fine and have fun, but I’ll be a little extra happy when it’s time to pick him up today.

— 5 —

On a hopefully unrelated note, I’m starting to see homeschooling as an option for us. I say hopefully, because I don’t want to be a helicopter parent, so homeschooling because I’m nervous about field trips would be bad.  He’s in a good school in a really good district. So far, school has been easy for him and he’s way ahead. I’m pretty confident that this district has the capability to do well by their advanced students. I do wonder if he would do better working at his own pace, because I don’t want him to get bored.

There are a few things here and there that make me a little uneasy, too. It seems like public school is treated more like a daycare by some parents and in response the schools have had to take on roles that should be filled by the parents. It’s sad that some children really do seem to need that. I don’t want my children to be parented by someone else, though. I want my children to be taught academics by their teachers and let me do the parenting.

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However, I suck at socializing. I have a few close friends that I never see. In school, I ate lunch with other people, not because I wanted to, but because I didn’t want to be seen as a weirdo. I would have preferred to eat alone or, better yet, skip lunch and go to the library. I hate parties. When I was young, I thought I’d never get married because the thought of walking down the aisle with people watching and then having to talk to them afterwards seemed horrible. I love spending time with my close family and I enjoy people watching in crowds. Anything with forced interaction outside of my little circle is torture. I know that’s a common misconception that homeschoolers lack socialization, but I really do think that if my kids have to rely on me to learn how to get along with others and make friends, they will be forever awkward. Not that there’s anything wrong with being an introvert. I’m just not sure that’s who my kids are, and I wouldn’t want to force them into little introverted lives just like I hate having to play an extrovert for even a few hours.

— 7 —

And a random after school video where the baby attacks big brother.

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