Carschooling

Whew! It’s been a busy day today – in a good way! It’s a day that gives me hope for next year’s “official” home school endeavors. We’ve read books – even educational ones about “heroes” like¬†Sacajawea and Nelson Mandela. We’ve done Math and Spanish games on the computer, and I was pleased to see unexpected…

Venus, Not Zucchini

The other day, Isaac took interest in my squat little “Treasures of the Musee D’Orsay” book. It’s full of pictures of paintings, and fits nicely in little hands. He selected it for his bedtime “story” the other night. He had it open to page 62, and was interested in reading only that page. ¬†He told…

Marble Painting

We tried a new project today that was inspired from a Teacher Tom blog I read: marble painting. First, we put canvas boards in a box. I tried putting various-sized marbles each in its own well of a paint palette with different colors of paint and then dropping the colored marble into the box, but…

Upcycled Space Port

I’ve been siphoning off some recycle-ables into a big box for the boys to use as building materials. Today I helped them build a space port and some vehicles. We used mostly tape and glue, but got a little fancy with wire hangers, bolts and rivets too. At the back side is the hovering space…

I Really REALLY Am Going to Ban TV

While eating alphabet Cheez-its (yes, trying to sneak knowledge even into snacking), Ian says, “Look, Mom! I made the Cartoon Network!” Though the TV’s not on a lot, sometimes I’m tempted to shrink wrap it. But, alas, we need our Phineas and Ferb.

Art Attack

It’s another gorgeous day, perfect for muddying up the boys. After breakfast, I took them outside with a cup of water and some paint brushes, for some patio painting. I was drinking from a sport bottle of water, ever so briefly, before Isaac “needed” it to Jackson Pollock the concrete. Then Ian sploshed his water on the ground. After he took half a dozen trips to the sink, I filled up a big bucket from the spigot on the side of the house to save him time (read: save my carpet). They scooped that bucket dry, and Ian refilled it. I had asked Ian if he wanted me to roll up his jean legs, but he declined, saying it was okay if they got wet.