Hello, my sweet, neglected friends. I am (sheepishly, baa) back after another inexcusably long hiatus. I could blame the hiatus on a certain newish-born babe snoozing upstairs, but…actually, that’s a good plan. It’s his fault. Just ask him. If he blinks twice rapidly, you’ll know I’m lying.
New year, new plan, folks! I am going to actually attempt to make a 7 quick takes post QUICK. Hold your applause. Let’s see if I can do it.
- Peter Moseley
Swoon. Heart eye emojis forever and eva and evvvvvvvv. Peter aka Petey aka Pete aka Fat Bear aka Squish Butt Sandwich is every bit as wonderful as he looks. He’s so happy and yummy smelling, I think I might order at least two or three more. We’ll see.
2. The List
The List! The List! Long live the List! So, this is my revolutionary new way to homeschool. Ready for it? It’s pretty complicated. Write a list. Ok, maybe not so complicated.
Every morning, as I’m preparing to make breakfast (we eat Egg Toast basically every morning in case you were wondering in case you are as curious about people’s meals as I am. This is always my first question to people when they come back from a vacation: Yeah, yeah, the Eiffel Tower is great, but what did you eat? Egg Toast is essentially French toast but way more eggs (at least one per person) and no sugar or vanilla. The syrup goes on the finished product, guys, no need to alert the authorities.) Is anyone else beginning to understand why my Quick Takes are never very quick??)
Anywho, where were we? Ah, yes, before I pull out my griddle, I pull out El Listo. I make one for each kid who can read which, in my case, is my 9-year-old and my 7-year-old. I write everything they need to do that day including chores, and yes, kisses for Mommy (that list ain’t over until the smoochies have been smooched). The above is just today’s example. We alternate days for math and science with handwriting sprinkled throughout the week. You didn’t know that handwriting was something that could be sprinkled, did you? Rainbow handwriting sprinkles.
Apart from the Morning Reading portion, which is about 45 minutes, all is done independently. They come to me for help sometimes, of course, but they’re mainly on their own. No more nagging, no fighting for my attention, no screaming, neglected 2-year-old, no cranky, wet baby. Well, maybe it’d be more honest to say less of all the above. Today, for example, I was free as a bird with a baby and a toddler strapped to its chest from 10 am on, while the kids worked steadily until lunch. Insert maniacal laugh here.
3. Speaking of Morning Reading, we always have one of these going, picked out by the kids. Currently, we’re reading about Mother Theresa.
4. These are theeee greatest. My kids LOVE them and always have one or two playing during the day.
5. Speaking of audiobooks, has anyone else noticed that good ol’ Grandpa Joe from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory allegedly hasn’t been able to get out of bed for 20 years but somehow undergoes a miraculous healing when he gets the chance to go to Wonka’s factory? What the heck, ppl? If anyone should have gone with Charlie, it’s his mom who’s apparently been nursing a faker for the last two decades, amiright? Fist bumps all round.
6. Someone, please buy me one of these. Merci.
7. Petey’s Baptism!
A blessed feast of St Brigid to all!