Oh dear, I’m afraid I have bored the hand-knit socks off of you! My last post received exactly zero comments, a low that hasn’t happened since my first month of blogging. (Correction: In the time it took for me to publish this draft, Lori left me a comment. Thanks, Lori!) My essayist project is a selfish one–I’m doing it for myself, not because I think anyone else will be interested. I appreciate you indulging me once a month. (But what will you do when I post about a 16th century essayist later this month? I can just see the Google Reader subscription cancellations now…)
Let me make it up to you with some pretty photos. I know you like pretty photos.
what homeschooling looked like this week
planning for an Indian dollhouse • drawing a banyan tree scene • using base 10 blocks to understand the difference between “402” and “four hundred plus two hundred” • starting a moon journal • plowing through the newest stack of library books • also: Shakespeare class for Lulu • shelter class for Mr. T • reading Indian tales over hot chocolate in a cafe • playing tetherball • algebra • watching animated tales of Hindu gods • Rosetta Stone French • overnight literary conference for Lulu • a rather wet Park Day • lots of ballet • Lulu’s book group • Zoombinis on the computer • written response to a Langston Hughes poem • a new journal of creatures for Mr. T • a video about rovers on Mars • dictating the neverending story of Scritch and Scratch, two children-turned-wolves • starting a fictional journal of a 16th century girl for Lulu’s Shakespeare class • reading Farmer Boy to Mr. T • more Unfortunate Events in the car, driving from place to place
It always surprises me how much they do, when I write it down.