The Best Thing About Homeschooling

My 2 favorite things about homeschooling:

1.  It works--the kid can learn a LOT, fast.

2.  I have a lot more time to spend with my kid.

Sam's favorite 2 things about homeschooling:

 

1.  Recess between every subject, and

 

2.  There is no penalty for excessive celebration. 

He likes to do a happy dance every time he gets 100%.

It Happens...

What is this lovely hardware doing on the floor of our bathroom?

Just ask Adam.
"How come TOWELS get to hang on these, and I don't?"

Someday I will tease him about this.

Like Mother, Like Daughter

Danielle and I have a lot in common...

Blue eyes...

Double chins/chubby cheeks AND


We are in love with the guy behind the camera.

P.S. I hope she doesn't get my konk.

"Awesome"

I just love the way Adam says "awesome" like he is a teenage surfer dude instead of a 4 year-old kid. You have to listen carefully because he was feeling camera shy.

By the way, I think he got all the information about these guys from a book.

We don't watch this show.

With the killing...and the violence...and being a preschooler and all.

Let's Put This One in the "Tragedy" Column...

Here's the thing. I can sing. I mean, I've got a decent set of pipes and my parents forked out dough for four years of private voice instruction. I've even sung in LDS General Conference and the General Relief Society meeting and everything. And MAN, you should hear me in the shower...just like Gloria Gaynor, almost. So surely, SURELY it should be no big deal to sing in front of a few ladies for a Relief Society board meeting. Cake, right? WRONG. Depite all my preparation and prayers, I avoid singing solos at all cost. Scares the dickens out of me and alters my voice beyond recognition. Duets baby! Or better yet, a double quartet.

So why did I say 'yes' when they asked me?

I am 32. That 's old enough to leave basically all my inhibitions behind me (and I didn't have very many to start with). I thought I was old enough to move past this ridiculous fear of solo singing, and what could be less threatening than a relief society meeting? What's the worst that could happen, right? Well I'll tell you...

You could be standing there starting to sing and have a noise like a migrating Canadian Goose come out of your throat. Your normally pleasing, gentle vibrato could morph into the affectations of an extremely old woman--who is being ELECTROCUTED. At times your voice might actually resemble the plaintive calls of a newly born GOAT. And even then it could get worse...

You could start blubbering.

You could start squeaking as tears come out and grimaces seize the muscles of your face.

You could start staring at the ceiling and try to think of anything other than singing about Jesus Christ, and then start seeing spots.

The entire piece could be recreated using only the words "honk, and blubber" and have it not sound very different from the original.

And then, when the public humilation phase of the horribleness was over, and you were in the bathroom, crying in earnest this time because you feel so ashamed, and everyone, EVERYONE who heard you "sing" might come and tell you what a fabulous job you did.

And in their over-eagerness to make you feel a little better about it all, they might stumble over themselves and ask you to sing the same piece on Thursday at the Relief Society meeting formerly known as "Enrichment."

And in your eagerness to end the conversation, you might accidentally say "yes."

Bubbly

I am a Mormon. We don't drink alcoholic stuff...

But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy a little bubbly now and then.

P.S. This is what happens when a 4 year-old starts learning to pour his own shampoo. Gotta love it.

Sneaky

Notice anything unusual about my freezer?

Possibly the 80 superdoughnuts plus, & the 80 breakfast bars?
*****

Remember that I have a super skinny child, Joseph. Said child likes these doughnuts & breakfast bars that are part of public school breakfasts. They are chock full of vitamins, made with whole wheat flour, and infused with protein and fiber... all my favorite things. They are fattening, but in this case, that's a plus. The only problem is that they are not sold in stores! You can't get 'em, so don't even try! They are only made for the schools. So I went to a school and bought a case of each. (Did you know you can do that?) It was like my own personal Costco, and parking was a dream! No lines! Now I feel so darn sneaky...and today Joey weighed 41.2 pounds. That's the first time he's cracked 40. Life is good.

Grow, Joey grow!

P.S. 4 Year-old Adam weighs 42 pounds.

Dolled Up

I never played with dolls as a child. Too girly. But I'm making up for it all now! I feel the need to dress up Danielle over and over and find matching accessories etc. etc. Poor thing. Here are some of my favorite outfits:

4 Days old in her birthday suit. Sweet!

One month old in the bathtub. Okay, so it's not an outfit, but I like to see how she changed over time. Look at that lil' belly!

Six weeks old and looking pretty.

Seven weeks old and hangin' out.

3 Months old and getting glitter everywhere from this little number.

Today I thought she looked especially fetching. Salmon instead of pink, what a relief!

I made matching bracelets for us. You see what she has to put up with?!

But she doesn't seem to mind.