Better get me a fainting chair

On Palm Sunday, a boy a few rows behind us fainted during the long Gospel reading. Just in case you didn’t know this, locking your knees while standing will make you faint. You never know when that information might be useful. We explained to our children what had happened so that they wouldn’t be alarmed.

Billy is struggling with long division. Until it clicks, we’re doing basic math worksheets with 6 multiplication problems like 148 x 4 and 6 division problems like 105 / 5. His method of getting through it is to avoid doing it in the hopes that his (still) feverish mother would just quit. So I told him to bring his worksheet and pencil over to my desk to stand by me and complete those final two problems.

He wanted to bring a chair. I said no. This is punishment, by golly.

“But what if I lock my knees and faint,” he wailed.

Well, that would be one way to avoid doing your math. One day, I’m sure, one of them will have to try this.

Craft Day

The baby had three shots Monday afternoon. “Fussy” is a vast understatement in describing her mood Monday night through this morning. “It’s no wonder you have tendonitis,” said Bill as he played the role of baby-crib so I could get dinner on the table yesterday. Yes.

Before I had even had my coffee this morning, the girls were hard at work making Valentine’s Day cards. Bill and his school chums have a fine motto: Embrace the suck. (Sorry, men in the military are not well known for polite language.) That’s what I did today. I embraced. I did crafts. All.day.long.
I will not have another craft day for at least a year.
Here’s the scene of destruction. Note the math book on the floor. I managed to squeeze in a few lessons.

The piano was used for finished pieces needing to dry. Poor beat up piano.

As I was making dinner, Bill asked if the kids were supposed to be clearing the table. “Honey, even I don’t know where to start in there.” It was overwhelming. If I liked arts and crafts I would get organized, but since I don’t like messes, I don’t like arts and crafts, so I don’t get organized, so the messes are bigger, so I hate arts and crafts more…
I’m saving it all for when I’m a grandma. Yeah, that’s the ticket.
I thought I heard Katie telling Fritz something about no school tomorrow, and sure enough, he asked me before he went to bed if we were having it. I had to disappoint him. Despite Katie’s idea that Valentine’s Day is a big deal, I see no reason to take the day off. The poor martyred priest. Little did he know he’d end up the patron saint of greeting cards.

Week 7

I am so glad we’ve made it to Friday. This week was a killer.

Last Wednesday, Fritz was sick with a bad cold and did no school. On Thursday and Friday, he was still sick, but managed to do some school. On Monday morning, we had to go to the doctor for Billy. The bottom line was that he was behind, way behind. Even omitting subjects or exercises that can be skipped – for example, I love the Explode the Code books and each of the kids is working their way through one of them – we (mainly Fritz and I) were doing school until after 3 pm all week long.

I know it seems like we should be able to back off a bit. We’re on Week Seven – that seems so far ahead to anyone who didn’t begin school until after Labor Day. But I’m having a baby soon, and we’re taking a break. And I’m moving next June, so the school year has a definite end.

And although I’m pretty relaxed about most of life, my children’s education is one thing that I’m really, really uptight about. I don’t like to skip things. I don’t like to rush through things. I don’t like to leave assignments incomplete. It’s one thing to not finish a handwriting book and quite another to not finish math. I still feel a certain amount of guilt about having not finished reading the book on Clara Barton that we began at the end of last school year; my only consolation being that I’ll be able to read it with Billy next year (and then with Katie, and then with Jenny, and then with Peter…). Fritz will hear her story, will likely read her story to a younger sibling, more than once.

I know I need to not worry so much. When I hear my kids humming classical music or discussing theology among themselves or quizzing each other on math or geography – for fun – I know they’re getting a good, solid education. I just wish they had the same motivational drive to check off all those little blocks on their weekly assignment sheets as I do.

A bug’s life

One downside to homeschooling is that you can’t blame someone else if your kid can’t read or spell or calculate the square root of 144.

Another downside is that you can’t defer the teaching of certain subjects that you really don’t want to teach to other people. I guess this is why some people do co-ops. But that’s not my scene, not with the rest of the zoo along too. To me, two or three hours in one facility that isn’t necessarily geared to the entertainment of toddlers, generally at hours that aren’t convenient for toddlers, and without a toddler’s personal kitchen with all the usual snacks and drinks and special cups, plates and bowls that a toddler “needs” just means two or three hours of a developing headache that lasts all day long.

No, thanks. For the foreseeable future, if my kids are to learn something, it will be because I, or their father, or they themselves, have taught it to them.

And so I find myself curling up on the couch with Fritz to read his science book, and the subject is insects. And the book is a good one, meaning it has lots and lots of photos. And the photos are closeups, so you can really see clearly those chomping jaws or the sensilla or the ovipositor of the female cricket. I find myself saying things like, “The female lays her eggs on the male’s back as shown in Photo Five – do you see them, Fritz? Good, because I’m not looking!”

Yesterday, the dog managed to track in a caterpillar and deposited it, unharmed, on the kitchen floor. I frantically called to Fritz to take the thing outside.

A week or so ago, Fritz was walking through the house with cupped hands and told me he had a cricket. “Outside, NOW!” I try to keep the near hysteria out of my voice, but usually fail.

And the piano teacher told me, as we were leaving her house a few weeks ago, that her husband had found a dead beetle that was rather unusual and did I want it? “No,” I replied honestly, “but my boys probably do.” She retrieved it and gave it to them in a ziplock bag. Of course they think it’s the coolest thing. But I had to lay down the law after the third or fourth time I found it in the living room. They can have their dead bug, but he absolutely must stay in their room, or it will go in the garbage.

The science book suggested ways for students to capture bugs and make an insect zoo. Every so often it encourages the capture of more insects to add to this collection. I told Fritz that we would not be doing this project. Maybe if we had a barn, he could keep a little menagerie out there. But not in my house.

I used to think I was a bad homeschool mom because I didn’t do much by way of arts and crafts. Now I know I’m a bad homeschool mom because I don’t do crafts and I don’t do bugs.

I completely agree that the best learning comes from experience as compared to reading. I’ll try to control my guilty feelings. But I know, should the curriculum ever tackle dissections of insects or animals and my husband happens to be deployed at the time, it ain’t gonna happen.

Geometry, trigonometry, algebra, calculus? No problem! Ants, spiders, crickets, silverfish? No dice!

Pool School

Hooray! Today is the last day of swimming lessons. I look forward to doing school in the mornings and having my afternoons free to do really important things.

Like nap.

I have been hauling books to the pool and having the kids do some work while they waited for their siblings to take their lesson. The young ladies who run the desk have been learning about Lief Erikson and getting a review on addition and subtraction. The other moms with tots running around and their older children safe in classrooms likely think I am nuts. But they smile friendly smiles, so it doesn’t matter.

Billy’s lesson ends just before 11 am when lap swimming begins, so often various adults begin filtering in and sign in at the desk right where we sit. The other day, I read an Aesop Fable to Katie called The Hares and The Frogs. She randomly picked this story out of our Fable book, and I had no idea what it was about. After I read it, she drew a picture in her blank book to go with the story, and then her assignment was to retell the story to me, and I would write down what she said on the page with her illustration.

Just when we got to the retelling part, an older man came in to do lap swimming. There was no attendant at the desk right then – just a sign that said she’d be back in 5 minutes. So he waited. And he listened to Katie tell me this story:

All the hares think all the other animals are their enemies. If they all run away, they will drown themselves. All the hares went to the pond. They saw frogs jumping in like they were drowning themselves. One of the hares said, “Stop! It doesn’t matter whoever you are. Don’t drown yourself. Somebody has it worse.”

Taken completely out of context, I really wonder what that man thought about my 6 year old’s story. Yes, sir, for school today our first graders will be discussing the pros and cons of suicide…

Back-to-School

Last night was back-to-school night at our local school. My neighbor invited us to go and see the facility and her children’s classrooms (grades 2, 4 and 6). Honestly, I had not the least desire to go, but somehow my excuse of Fritz’s swimming lesson (his is at 5 pm) didn’t matter much, and I ended up agreeing to bring the boys (but not Katie, my “I WANT to go to school” child) so they could see what they were missing.

The building is 5 years old, and very well done. When you walk into the center of the building, you can look out over a balcony to a nature pond below. There are cameras right inside the pond which are hooked up to computers inside the science lab which has a windowed wall overlooking said pond. Across from that is the two story glass enclosed “media center” aka library. The classrooms were warm and inviting and all had a computer center with several computers. It was really nice.

Still, though, I’ve not the least bit of regret that my children don’t go there. And neither of my boys mentioned any desire to attend (and they’re not ones to hold back on such disclosures).

I don’t have a nature pond, but Fritz did bury a can in the ground yesterday, carefully propping a large rock over the top. He’ll be checking his insect trap daily.

I don’t have a media center, but I do have a large selection of books ranging from children’s picture books to grown-up full color reference books. And our collection of classical music CDs grows every year. And we’re within walking distance of a big library whose card catalog I can access from the comfort of my home.

I don’t have a computer center, but I actually completely discourage the use of computers by my children. I’m trying to keep them in the dark ages. You know, like from 20 years ago when we had to use paper and pencil to communicate and books to learn stuff. Just call me old-fashioned.

As we walked to the different rooms, I noticed that the teachers had placed information packets on the desks. When the parents came through they collected the information from their child’s desk. We were in the late crowd – in fact, they began locking the doors as we left the building. I was struck by how many desks still had the papers on them, meaning that the parents had not stopped by. By the time we got to the 6th grade classroom, our last stop, perhaps fewer than half the parents had visited the teacher and gotten her agenda and expectations for the school year.

Sad.

My neighbor, a former homeschooler herself, would like us to reciprocate the open house adventure. My school room just needs a bit more work (I’m still a bit cluttered and disorganized), and then I’ll be happy to oblige. My school isn’t fancy, high-tech, or expensive. But we’re happy with it. And I think we’re producing a quality product.

Priorities

Well, we have started school.

It’s not going well. Today is Day Two, and I’ve threatened my boys with public school enrollment already.

Part of the problem is third trimester hormones. Excuses, excuses.

Most of the problem is my desire for my children to be safe around deep water, hence swimming lessons, hence a morning rush to get to the pool instead of sitting down for lessons. Then school is pushed to afternoon when I’m trying to get Pete to take a nap, and I’m tired and cranky and want to nap too.

Sometimes I’m not too bright.

The lessons are a good thing. A month ago, I had no confidence in any of my children around water over 4 feet deep. Family trips to the pool were in jeopardy out of concern for safety. But Fritz has turned into quite a good swimmer, and Billy is doing well too. There are only 6 more classes in this session, and I know that I will have two fewer children to stress about.

And, actually, perhaps the bad timing of the lessons was an important lesson for me. I arranged for piano lessons for the kids on Tuesdays during the day (beginning after swimming is over). That’s fine. My curriculum allows for one day of little to no work just for stuff like that. But the ladies at the chapel have been raving over the faith sharing group that meets on Thursday mornings. I want to go, but I knew it would be a stretch to be out of the house two mornings a week. No worries, the ladies said, we have a homeschool room. Oh, temptation! But my kids are too little for effective time in a homeschool room. They still need one-on-one lesson time with me – all of them. And I just don’t want to do it in the afternoon.

Now I know, thanks to swimming, how difficult it is when we don’t begin the day with school. Now I know just how grumpy I am in the afternoons, and I’m sure it won’t be any better when I have a newborn keeping me up at night.

We’ll get through this week and next. Swimming will end, and we can focus on school. I’ll stop yelling at the kids, and we’ll do our own faith formation in our own catechism class. The students and families here at this military school have been promised THE BEST YEAR OF THEIR LIVES with one caveat: realistic expectations and good priorities. Keep it simple, don’t over-extend your commitments, and enjoy life.

Okay, got it.

New Month’s Resolution for August

I’m embarrassed to realize that it’s August SECOND and not only did I not post about a new month’s resolution, as I’ve done every first of the month for the last year, I completely forgot about it. I knew yesterday was the first, but nothing clicked in my brain that it was the FIRST of the month.

Sarah reminded me with her post on her resolutions. Thanks, dear.

Last year at this time I was prepping for school, but I focused on meal preparation as a key to a successful start to our academic year. It would be one less thing to worry about. That did work out really well.

This year, though, I’m going to focus on school prep to a deeper level. I’m working on having each kids’ weekly assignments printed out through at least Week 9, and any worksheets, supplementals, tests or other print-outs already done. For example, two of Billy’s workbooks came from reproducible sources. The material is already scanned (from when Fritz did it), I just have to print it out. Having that already done will save me last minute scrambles that generally result in me skipping that work that day and doing it the next.

Also, I’m taking a hint from Laura Berquist’s Teaching Tips & Techniques and beginning the school day with one-on-one time with each child starting with the preschooler and going up in age from there. Usually I start with the oldest and work my way down…and honestly hope that my preschooler is occupied with free play. But Jenny really wants to learn her letters, and so I must add her to my student roster. I suppose I could buy a preschool program, but there is enough free stuff on the internet…if I just take the time to print it out and make a plan.

I know that the more prepared and better organized I am now, the smoother things will go, especially once the baby comes. I can hold everything together on a day-to-day basis most of the time right now, but I know that things will fall apart with a newborn in the house if I don’t have all the supplies ready, the lists made and a routine established. Nine weeks of lesson plans will get me at least to the baby’s birth. After I’ve done all the kids’ plans for that time, I’ll move on to prepping another 9 weeks to get me through Christmas break.

Alrighty then, anybody else have a new month’s resolution?

Week 31 – Remain Calm

I have spent the last 72 hours staring at my computer, and I’m kinda sick of it. Between hotel websites, camping websites, tourism websites, Kansas law websites, DMV websites, Army regulation websites, websites with forms, websites with telephone numbers, unsecure websites, and highly secure websites that require passwords with at least 2 capital letters, 2 small letters, 2 numbers, and 2 punctuation marks, I think I’m going cross-eyed.

I have hotel reservations in two cities, but I’m not 100% sure that those dates are accurate. I have camping reservations for a state park in Missouri for mid-July, because after all this moving, we’ll need to unwind by exhausting our muscles going on long hikes, stumbling around in the dark with petrified children exploring caves, counting 1-2-3-4-5 children every 90 seconds swimming at a lake, slaving for every meal sitting around a cheery campfire, and getting a backache from sleeping on the ground enjoying the fresh air and the sounds of nature and the great outdoors.

I also have a very looooong to-do list with headings like “8 Weeks Before Moving” and “6 Weeks Before Moving” and “4 Weeks Before Moving” and since the movers likely come in approximately FIVE weeks, I’m trying hard not to look at those things not crossed off yet and panic.

Today we more or less begin Week 31 of a 32 week program. I should be elated to be finishing this early, especially since many subjects are done and some subjects, like history, are only fun stuff like reading books about Clara Barton and Robert E. Lee. But I’m looking at that to-do list, and I’m seriously considering eliminating things like the states and capitols flashcards because it’s only review now and two more weeks of that won’t really make a difference in long-term memory storage, right?

Actually, the next three days are so jam-packed with a combination of social activities and medical appointments, that I’m just not thinking straight. Perhaps by Thursday, I’ll be back to my usual hard-line about doing every single thing on the syllabus by golly.

Now off to plan my morning and see what I might accomplish before this afternoon’s running around.

What did you learn in school this year?

Last fall, after I tried to burn my house down, the fire department came out to check my smoke detectors. I was talking about school and kids with one of the guys and he said, “I’m in the third grade!” I said, “Me, too!” Even though I have a college degree and I feel that I have continued the learning process past my formal school days, I know that I am right there with my oldest child learning things I either never knew or forgot long ago. And since I will be repeating these lessons over and over again to a succession of children, I really can’t imagine that this “new” information, seen through adult eyes, won’t stick with me for much longer than it did the first time I was exposed to it.

Since I use the Baltimore Catechism for religion, and since I was educated in the ’70s and ’80s and that mainly through CCD classes, pretty much everything I teach from that book is stuff I didn’t know. Well…Who made you? God made me. I got that. But the concise and clear answers to much of what we believe and why we believe it were never transmitted to me. I really enjoy religion class.

In math and grammar, I’m happy to report, I haven’t learned much. I have had to check the answer book on occasion to clarify a punctuation rule or a part of speech, but not very often. The teacher’s math book is only used so I can check answers quickly and not because long division or averaging numbers is particularly difficult.

But of all the subjects, Fritz and I share an immense appreciation for history. I liked it back in my school days, too, and studied it quite a bit in high school. In college, I just didn’t have the time to take any classes given my heavy core curriculum load, except for one class, The History of the Low Countries, which I was able to take while studying abroad in Belgium (one of the Low Countries). Awesome class.

In the last three years, history for Fritz has been primarily American History and more specifically the time around the American Revolution. Each year, the curriculum gives more details about the 1700’s and expands the student’s awareness of where that era is in relationship to all of world history. When Fritz was in kindergarten, he summarized his knowledge of history like this: “First there was Adam and Eve, then there was Jesus, then there was George Washington, then there was us.” By now, I’m sure he can name a few more people between Adam and Christ, and our history lessons have exposed him to the Vikings as well as the big players from Europe who claimed the Americas and explored, settled, and fought over them: the Dutch, the Spanish, the French and, of course, the English.

These are lessons that I learned over and over again throughout my school days, but it is great to read about this period of history with a much greater awareness of the global implications of certain events, for example, France’s historical interest in aiding the Americans over the English in our revolution or the American Revolution’s influence on the French Revolution.

One of the books we recently read was If You Lived at the Time of the American Revolution. I really like the If You Lived… series. I’ve found them to be chock full of information but written clearly enough for young students to comprehend. At the end of this book, the authors state their intention of presenting a balanced view of the conflict and presenting non-Patriots in a fair manner. On Amazon, reviewers either gave it 5 stars or 1 star, depending on how they felt about the treatment of the Loyalists. Those who thought it was good, thought it was balanced. Those who thought it was bad, felt that the Patriots were portrayed as bad guys and that it only mentions the negative circumstances surrounding the lives of the Loyalists. I will admit that there is little mention of any suffering on the part of the Patriots. According to the book, about one-third of the colonists favored independence, one-third were loyalists, and the remaining third attempted to be neutral. Surely for every Loyalist’s child who wasn’t permitted to go to school, there was a Patriot’s child who had a similar experience. There were pockets of like-minded people, and human beings throughout history are not known for their kind and generous behavior toward those who think differently.

But since the winners write the history books, I don’t feel that a few kind words on behalf of real human beings who had valid reasons for choosing to support the crown will damage a young student’s budding sense of patriotism. And as for myself, this and other literature we read this year have made me ask myself where I would have placed my own loyalties in 1775.

I consider myself fiercely patriotic. I’ve lived “on the economy” in other countries for long enough to know that as bad as it might be here in some ways, it is better than any other alternative. This is home, and it doesn’t matter whether it is Ohio or Virginia or Pennsylvania or New Jersey or Florida or Kansas, it is all home. But Belgium is not Germany is not the Czech Republic is not England and none of them are the United States. I am eternally grateful for all the hard choices made by the people who lived here in the late eighteenth century who suffered, fought and died to create this country. I would really like to think that I would have been a Patriot and would have done my best to contribute to its founding.

But no matter how I look at it, I can not support actions like the Boston Tea Party which breaks both the seventh commandment which forbids the unjust taking of another’s property as well as the 4th commandment which includes obedience to lawful superiors. Perhaps if I were twenty years old in 1775, I would be cheering the heroes of that raid, but I can’t imagine that this 36 year old devout Catholic would be in favor of it. It is one thing to boycott a product and quite another to destroy it.

But in my final analysis, I look at my view of current events. I am conservative and religious and vote accordingly. But I do not always agree with the loudest voices belonging to this side. I don’t agree with every plank in every platform and certainly not with every vote by every Republican in Congress. There are times I think we make some poor choices as a country, but I still think it’s the best place on earth. I think about the polls that show “only” a 39% approval rating for the President, and think I might be in the category of the 59% who disapprove (it’s all how the question is worded…and what about being neutral as an option?). And I compare that to the one-third who supported the American Revolution, and I think the President is doing better than General George Washington would have been doing if the Rasmussen Report had been around back then. I do think I would have been a Patriot, and I have faith that our country, despite the doom and gloom predictions from all sides, will do just fine as we suffer through these difficult years of foreign war and domestic strife.

OK, I’m finishing the 3rd grade, I’ve learned a lot about the American Revolution, and I vote in favor of breaking ties with England. How about you? What grade are you in, what did you learn this year in school, and are you or are you not in favor of the American Revolution?