Pie Are Not Square. Pie Are Round.

I have to credit my brother-in-law Adam for the quote in the title. Today we messed with Math, and I desperately need to blog these things, or my progress reports will be a struggle. I was awakened this morning to a parade of three pairs of eyes, no, make that four – can’t forget the dog –…

Janu-Weary

  January has not come or gone gently. But, it’s been a good busy. I’ve found myself in the very bizarre position of helping to facilitate a high school Sabbath School class. It’s odd because leadership/speaking positions are very uncomfortable for me and my kids are so young still that I don’t have confidence in…

Exploring Comics, Culture & History

Today is another organically-unfolding home school day. We started off the day reading some books. The last book we looked at was a comic. After reading the comic, we started discussing the elements of a comic, the teamwork of artists, writers and editors, and the planning stages of a comic. Next, we learned how to…

We’re Official

Yesterday (or was it Sunday?), we started our first day of *official* First Grade home school. Sunday, I submitted our online Declaration of Intent. I’ve had some apprehension about the start of school, being so torn between not wanting to do “school at home” and feeling pressured to stick to some standard objectives. Allow me…

One-Eyed, One-Hand Crying Little-People Feeder

I’m starting the year off with a bang. Friday night, I put my contacts in a case and discovered my saline bottle was empty. I grabbed an open bottle from under the sink thinking it was fairly fresh and squirted some in my case. Saturday morning, I discovered the painful way that the saline expired three years…

Robot Chickens

In the last few weeks, the boys were asking me for robot songs. One that I played was “Robot Rock,”  by Daft Punk. They were instantly hooked, and have requested it on every car ride. Today, Isaac made a fun modification. Listen to the clip below and imagine Isaac performing the guitar intro with, “Chick Chick Chick Chick Chick…

Home Gym

I have a real gym membership, but scampering on a mouse wheel, knowing that Elijah is in child care screaming until I return, is not very motivating. Now, if one of the gym staff were to stuff me in the company vehicle and toss me out 5 miles down the road, with Elijah screaming in child care, that might be a little motivating. So, until Elijah gets a few more months under his belt, I’ll take my exercise regimen home. All right, all right, that’s half true. If the new facility were to open tomorrow with its….racquetball courts…, I would pack his diaper bag full of tissues and…say, is that harsh?

Ooooh. Ahhhhh. Yeah, You Might Want to Just Ignore This One.

I think I might dance and giggle. OF COURSE there was a Facebook app that lists a history of my status updates, and now I have brought them here, only slightly edited. To overwhelm your mind. To keep them as mine. ALL MINE. Woah-ha-ha-haaa! Amy If you’re happy and you owe it, hug a Vet!…

Rock Away Owie

In the car the other day, I heard Isaac singing a sweet little tune. Curious, I listened closer to hear him singing, “Stomp on the baby, stomp on the babyyy.” Ian followed suit later that day crooning, “Destroy all the books! Destroy all the books!” My house has become Decimation: The Musical. Last night Ian…

Oh The Places You’ll Go!

A couple nights ago, Ian was wrestling with Brian. At one point Ian’s hand lands on Brian’s backside and Ian stands, frozen. “Oh no Dad, you have poop!” he blurts as he squeezes something.  I glance over and giggle, “No, Ian, that’s just Daddy’s tail bone.” Brian points out that Ian has a tail bone,…