I’m blessed to be part of a vibrant homeschool group. We have dozens of clubs and groups, monthly potlucks, opportunities for professional development and encouragement, and a wide variety of religious and catechetical activities. This year, I volunteered to head up two clubs: the book and writing club (which I’ll write about next week) and the 8-10 year old girls group.
I have picky eaters. Three of them. I’ve found that books are a great way to expose them to new foods, because if characters in a book will try it, it must be good, right?
That’s how I found today’s featured book, Helen Cooper’s Pumpkin Soup. I picked it up for my oldest when she was about three, and it’s been a fall favorite since then.
An average wolfpack has two to fifteen members. At last count, we have six Lego wolves, two plastic wolf figurines, and seven stuffed animal wolves.
I did the math yesterday. Six plus two is eight. Eight plus seven is fifteen.
It’s definitely not a coincidence. [Read more…] about Finding her pack: intellectual peers and community in a gifted child’s life
Short on time? Help your children learn to balance responsibilities and free time with a token economy chore jar. Write chores on popsicle sticks and put them in a mason jar. Children can choose a chore, complete it, and place the selected popsicle stick in a second mason jar. Kids earn free (or screen) time once all the sticks have been moved from one jar to another.
Over the years, I developed a system for cleaning the house. I had certain days devoted to certain chores, and I was pretty good at keeping the house clean. Not even homeschooling my oldest got in the way of my schedule. I used the kids’ afternoon free time to scramble around and get stuff done. While I’m not a huge fan of cleaning, I tried to think of it as a way to show my family I loved them. Like the saying attributed to Saint Teresa of Calcutta, I tried to remember to wash the dish not because it was dirty, but because I loved the person who would use it after me.
Then came year three of homeschooling. I had two elementary age children and a toddler and was teaching from home, all while trying to resurrect my writing career. I barely had time to catch my breath, yet there I was, scrambling to fold the laundry, wash the floors and clean the bathrooms. Chores were no longer an act of service to my family.
Something had to give.
Homeschooling with a toddler is a lot like running a marathon.
In snow boots.
In the middle of the desert.
I often question my sanity, not to mention my mothering and housekeeping skills.
I’m not an inherently organized person. I like being organized, and clean, ordered spaces make me happy, but I have to work at it. Throw in a tiny school room and a toddler tornado and you’ve got a recipe for the appearance of my homeschool, which for most of the babe’s second year of life looked like a disaster area.