"Read more! Don't stop there!" they call whenever I place the bookmark and move to put the book down.
"I have to stop. My throat is hurting," I answer.
"Get a drink of water. You'll feel better," they reply.
Sometimes I humor them; sometimes I stop. Always I ask questions, searching their minds for what they understand. Often they miss the nuances, the specific subtleties that are the most powerful moments of this classic book. But they get the feeling overall.
They are experiencing it the best they can at ages 11, 12, 13, and 15.
I hope they read it again when they are older, and then again and again.
I think they will.
I keep catching them reading ahead during "non-school hours."
I act dismayed, but really I am delighted.
We took a hike this week. No pictures. I forgot the camera. It was a trail new to us, and it was something of a struggle to get there and enjoy ourselves--ticks, poison ivy, biting insects, feeling lost--but we began to learn a new place. I think we will go back. I'm sure we will.
We planted some flower seeds. They're late summer and fall-flowering plants. I hope they survived the storm this week (they might have all washed away). Time will tell.
We played outside with water balloons. I watched, holding Baby L while the kids ran around. Eventually the temptation to get Mom was too strong to ignore.
"I've got the baby! You can't get me!" I called in vain.
"We won't get him wet. Just you," they said with smiles as they popped water balloons on my back and bottom and down my legs while I stood with baby in arms, unable to run away or fight back . I couldn't help laughing . . . neither could they.
We ate popsicles.
The hammock had plenty of use.
The cat got a bath.
We spent the hottest of the day's hours indoors.
H5 and A8 spent hours one day using toys and Barbies to recreate each scene of The Nutcracker. They numbered the stations, proudly taking me on a tour of each scene.
|This is Clara asleep under the Christmas tree. She's holding her nutcracker doll in her arms.|
It's not so bad having school in the summer time.