Saturday, March 26, 2016

A Week, Briefly (The Party Week)

The focus of the week was Rose Red's Sweet 16 party.  We spent hours cleaning, crafting, sorting, decorating, shopping, and soothing worries.

Super Star helps wash the mason jars that we eventually filled with flowers and/or candles and hung all over the yard.

Dad spent 2 hours stringing fairy lights all around the deck.  They were so, so, so pretty!

In spite of thunder, lightning, wind, rain, and hail, the party was a smashing success!  And the storm passed quickly, so the party-goers got to go out and enjoy the night in the end.

While they were stuck indoors, Rose Red opened her gifts.
Along the way we still:

*Held Morning Meeting--we're on paragraph 5 of The Family Proclamation, and I forgot to mention that we finished The Book of Mormon stories and we're back to Bible stories with this book.  We're also doing daily scripture reading and journaling with these pages

*Did some Math--at least Pixie, Super Star, and Belle did their work 4 days this week.

*Finished a Chemistry Book--that would be Rose Red.

*Did a little Preschool--I completed the project of saving and cleaning out cans and printing number labels for some math games for the littles; we got out the fabric strips and chicken wire frames for weaving; I drew giant numbers with sidewalk chalk for the kids to walk on--took a lot more balancing than I thought it would for our littles;

*Played outside a lot--biking, shooting hoops, swinging, sliding, climbing, drawing with chalk; picking flowers, feeling the breeze on our faces . . .

*Went to therapy sessions--Brother and Ladybug.

*Participated in dance practice.

*Talked with the screening nurse at the developmental clinic for victims of trauma/abuse at the children's hospital about Brother and Little Brother.  We have to wait for their next intake team meeting, but she thinks they might qualify for their therapeutic services.  I'm mostly interested in their evaluation and testing to see if they will validate or dismiss my concerns.

Even dolly got to do a bit of reading this week. :)
 *Ran--it was only once, but we got out and did a little bit of running.  I'm hoping for twice next week.

*Curled up for Evening Read Aloud time--we're half way through the Joy Hakim science book, and we've been reading (and laughing our way through) The Great Brain.

*Took Grandpa to the zoo with us on Friday afternoon (he arrived in time for lunch and is staying a whole week!).
He also read bedtime stories.
 *Welcomed Grandma, Aunt C--, Aunt E--, and Uncle K-- on Saturday.

Saturday will be for running errands, then Easter, then the adoption, and the temple sealing to follow!!

Regular school still hovers in the distance. :) 

Saturday, March 19, 2016

A Week, Briefly (A Sort of Spring Break Sort of Week)

Spring is here. The sun shines; the rain falls; the kids grow; the flowers bloom; we have big, exciting plans looming.

And I feel just dead inside.

One foot in front of the other is how I'm doing it. I tried to take the week off, but then I realized that all I would hear all week was, "Will you read with me? Will you do _______ with me? When will we do ________? What are you doing? Can I help? What are we doing next?"

The very thought of so many questions makes my heart race and my hands shake.

Then I tried sticking to our usual school routine.

For the sake of survival.

But even that didn't work.

The older girls and I began a music history/appreciation unit. Unsatisfied with the fact that the unit began with the Baroque period, the girls asked enough questions that I googled music history and read some articles about the earliest, earliest musical artifacts. We also listened to some Gregorian chants, some medieval pipes, and some Italian renaissance lute playing.

Then we moved into the lesson itself.

Rose Red, Pixie, and Belle were enchanted. Super Star said the (Baroque, Classical, Romantic, Impressionistic, and Contemporary) pieces we listened to gave her a headache!

The younger kids and I made clay faces (and bodies) in the trees in our yard.
The first face is by Little Princess.

Here is Brother's face.
This face is by Ladybug.

The top left is a clay face of an owl by Mister Man.  The other faces are by Little Princess.
Nature Angel made a whole family!
They found some soft, fuzzy lamb's ears to examine.
Little Brother's face

Baymax hung out on my back.
One of Mister Man's faces
Little Brother gets up close and personal with some redbud blossoms
 They also spent a good amount of time climbing on the tree that fell over in one of last year's storms.  (I refuse to have it removed because it is such a good climbing apparatus.)

Pixie has chosen to pick back up on playing/teaching the violin. She spent a long time practicing her own skills and working with Nature Angel and Little Princess.

Jaybird came to visit, and we played outdoors with him.

Mister Man and Ladybug each had a reading lesson with me. I've begun to read Wild Places with Mister Man.

Super Star spent hours on Personal Progress.

We ate dinner (taco salad) on the back patio, played, and generally enjoyed the long evening without watching the clock.

We had baths and evening read alouds.

Everyone went to bed late . . . but not so late given that our body clocks haven't adjusted to the time change.

Thank goodness for caring, competent therapists!

I usually hate therapy day--so many appointments, and I'm gone from home so much. But on this day, they were just heaven-sent because all of them listened to me and shared information that helped me out of my funk and into hope.

Sir Walter Scott and I managed to vote in the primary election.

We had our final visit from the social worker. Hooray!!!!

Rose Red had her job orientation. She's on the schedule for Saturday evening.

The littles and I did "Big Painting."

I sent them in with Pixie to wash up, and this was her ingenious idea--using the bathtub!
 Sir Walter Scott took 10 of the kids to the church for activities, play time, and temple recommend interviews (getting ready for the day after adoption day).

He also took them to the library.

I took the babies to the grocery store--one baby on my back, one baby in the cart, 2 1/2 hours of shopping, lifting, loading, unloading, and juggling.

It was oddly joyful.

I slipped into my pattern of olden days (back when I had only babies) of singing and keeping up a patter of talk directed to the babies and their interests.

They chattered almost non-stop. It's funny how quiet they seem compared to the older kids, but they have so much to say when the other noise is gone.

I went to bed more at peace than I've been in weeks.

After Morning Meeting I took the big girls downstairs to work on wardrobe evaluations. Super Star is inches taller and more developed than she was this time last year; Belle is growing up, too; Pixie has actually lost about 15 lbs (good, healthy weight loss), so her clothes are falling off; and Rose Red is finally admitting that her clothes are either too tight or too short to keep the standards we teach and try to keep at our house.

Time flew by too fast. We got a lot done, but we have a lot to do.

The prize at the end will be shopping.

(Fun for them--not me!)

In the afternoon, I made a counting to 5 book with Brother.

I helped Ladybug with her sight words and the sound of /b/.

Little Princess worked on a personal poetry book.

March is busy with birthdays every year, but this year it is busy with a sweet 16 party, adoption plans and Easter to boot. We spent the afternoon crafting, cleaning, playing outside, and meeting with adoption support staff.

Oh, and I sent yet another update to a therapist about Ladybug's and Brother's sexually aggressive behavior.

We closed the day by putting very tired small people to bed rather early and enjoying a long evening read-aloud session.

I don't want to remember this day.

It was too hard.

Too dreadfully hard.

We did morning meeting.

We had evening read aloud (we finished The King of Men).

Everything in between was a perfect illustration for why big families are a mistake and adoption is a really bad idea.

Morning Meeting

Math for the big girls

More party preparation for Rose Red's sweet 16

Some kids learned about strokes with Dad as he worked on CEs for work.

Individually written and illustrated books for Little Princess, Mister Man, Ladybug, and Brother--I typed up and printed their words, bound them in brown paper and masking tape, then they did the illustrating.  Brother couldn't tell a story, but I asked leading questions, and he was very proud of his work.

Sir Walter Scott and I ran errands while the kids watched movies--it was too cold to play outside!

I learned about the term inducement from Ladybug's therapist who wrote me the following as part of her response to a desperate email I sent her late Thursday afternoon:

With the children coming from a situation which has instilled in them feelings of fear, shame, and anger, their ways of interacting with the world are understandably changed.  I want to introduce you to a term called “inducement.”  It is a psychological concept which describes the use of non-verbal communication to induce one’s own emotional state in another.  It is actually a form of communication and a strategy that all people use unconsciously. For example, when someone smiles at you, and you smile back and you start to feel just a bit better than you did before, you have been induced.  It is common among children that have experienced abuse, neglect, and trauma to use inducement to project negative emotions.
I hope this concept helps you understand why you are feeling like you are pushed right up to your breaking point.  You are feeling the feelings that the children have been carrying around inside them (confusion, scared, do they love me, will they leave me, do they want to leave me). Inducement is used to test the commitment of a family. The children have abandonment issues and are finding it difficult to truly believe that their forever family will last. This is one of many reasons why they are inducing these feelings, and are acting out in general. They are testing to see what it will take before you and your family gives up on them.  This inducement is a GREAT sign because in order to induce these feelings in you, the children have to open up the rawest and most vulnerable parts of themselves to you. They are baring themselves to you and daring you to reject them.  It is important to remember that this is a show of trust.  By showing the children that you are willing to love them and stick by them even through the worst, you are validating that trust and promoting strong attachments.
I know it seems hard, almost unbearable, but hold on and hang in there.  Know that you are doing a great job and that this too shall pass!
There's a lot of food for thought here.  I'm grateful for a caring therapist.

Evening read aloud--we began The Great Brain.

It was less of a "mistake" and "really bad idea" sort of day.

Saturday, March 12, 2016

A Week, Briefly (#27)

We had a fabulous reading/discussion session Saturday night about Galileo and how our solar system moves through the Milky Way galaxy--complete with Google searches, ooohs, ahhhs, and tons of questions from curious kids and teens.

Seriously, this science book by Joy Hakim?


Thought this picture of our van full of groceries for a week was kind of funny.

Monday dawned cloudy but warm, and we had the littles out playing on the deck before breakfast.

Morning Meeting brought lots of giggles at Dad's expense.  He does his best, but the kids laughed because he doesn't know the words/tunes to the songs we sing as well as we do.  It's really not his fault that he misses most Morning Meetings because he goes to work to support our lifestyle!

The older girls and I limped our way through an examination of literary stylistic techniques found in The Comedy of Errors as we simultaneously dealt with interruptions-on-top-of-interruptions by babies and littles.  Super Star was banned from the school room altogether for sharing her bad attitude with us one too many times.

It was rather a relief when we finally finished our studies, got Act 3 read, and packed up our books and papers for another day.

The littles and I took colored craft sticks and made triangles, squares, and pentagons.  Brother cried and said, "I can't do it!" over and over again.  I worked with him carefully and slowly, and eventually he did it.  I wish I'd caught a picture of the smile on his face when he was finally successful.


This is Little Brother studying a triangle I made.
After lunch we went outside to wait for Jaybird to arrive for his weekly visit.  While we waited we practiced our throwing-a-ball-though-a-hoop skills, drew with sidewalk chalk, and rode bikes.

Jaybird never showed up.

I spent the rest of the afternoon with Ladybug at the doctor's office.  While we were gone, I attached some burlap to a large embroidery hoop, threaded some cotton yarn onto a blunt-nosed needle and showed her how to "embroider."

Oh!  How she loved it!
The older girls were supposed to get their math and other independent work done while I was gone.  Some of them did; some of them . . . didn't.

Time for some lectures on responsibility.

In the evening we got stories read to the littles, and then read/talked about the laws of motion.  Super Star was working overtime to make up for the incidents of the morning, and she was looking at the book over my shoulder as I read.  "This book has awesome diagrams!" she exclaimed.

She's right.

We're also reading The King of Men.  Monday night's chapter was a rather gruesome (but thought-provoking) study of ancient ritual sacrifice.  I'm thinking it was a mistake to let Little Princess stay up to listen.

On Tuesday we were settling into our day when the phone rang.

Our adoption is set for March 28th!

I scrambled around making arrangements; we went to our various therapy appointments; we had our cousins visit in the afternoon.

Oh, what a full month we have ahead!!!!

Wednesday was productive and difficult--babies fussing, preschoolers tantruming, little kids unfocused and demanding, big kids irritable, and me feeling frustrated with it all.  I kept trying to decide whether to chuck our plans and go to the park or keep putting one foot in front of the other, and the fact that the septic system guy was coming over and all of the phone calls I had to field all day kept us home and plodding along.

The big girls:  Did an up close examination of the meaning and theme of Balthazar's speech in Act 3; read Act 4 aloud (between interruptions); did their math and other independent study activities--including some nature observations and piano practicing.

Nature Angel:  Read and discussed a couple of poems with me; completed a grammar worksheet on coordinating conjunctions; practiced shooting hoops; worked on her backbends--amazing!

Little Princess:  She was here, there, and everywhere, but other than Morning Meeting and Evening Read-Aloud time I can't remember a single academic activity for her--even though I tried.

Ladybug:  Participated in preschool activities; embroidered; read a Dick and Jane story.

Mister Man:  Participated in preschool activities; read several Dick and Jane stories.

Preschool:  Spooning marbles into a water bottle; weaving; geometry with craft sticks.

Brother did a science experiment with wind all on his own!

Melty beads kept the medium-sized kids happy for the hour before dinner.
The babies are teething, and my sanity was saved when Baymax took a long late-afternoon nap.
We are scheduled to have our family sealed in the temple the day after the adoption is final.
We are running into too many difficulties in trying to have an adoption celebration.
The same is true for Rose Red's Sweet 16 party.

I think it is time for a Spring Break and Spring Cleaning.


As Soon As Possible.

Thursday was so beautiful weather-wise that I was irritated we had to go to dance practice.

The older girls and I discussed how setting can contribute to plot and theme.  Then we finished reading A Comedy of Errors.  We laughed out loud more than once.

 The little boys spooned marbles into a water bottle again.  I extended that activity by sitting and counting with them; Brother can count correctly into the teens, Little Brother counts accurately to 2.  They liked handling the shiny marbles, so it was fun to practice counting higher and higher.  I also assigned Brother the task of sorting the marbles into piles.  He didn't understand what sorting meant at first, but once I showed him, he really got into it.  It was interesting to pay attention and listen to his criteria for assigning certain marble to certain groups.

The medium-ish kids made melty-bead projects.

Ladybug wants to read so very, very badly.  She cannot put sounds together to create words, but she can memorize what they look like, so she's working on the simplest of Dick and Jane stories.  She feels very proud of herself.

We danced.

Then we spent 2 1/2 hours outside.

I pulled weeds from the cracks in the driveway.
Nature Angel shot hoops.
Ladybug taught herself how to ride a two-wheeler!

When the contractor finished studying our yard and got answers to his questions about how much water we used, I learned just how much it will cost us to replace our broken septic system!!!

Our evening reading was about the invention of the telescope.  The kids were rather disgusted with the Aristotelians of the 17th century who refused to see what was before their faces.  It makes me wonder about what we refuse to see.

I don't think we're going to be able to have an adoption party.  I can't find my way around the road blocks.

On  Friday morning the older girls watched a BBC production of The Comedy of Errors They were aghast at the fact that it wasn't a blockbuster-modern-movie type movie.  After the initial shock wore off, they got into the play itself, and even after I had to leave the room to take care of needy babies, I could hear their squeals and laughter.

Mister Man and Ladybug both had turns reading from Dick and Jane.  I'd really like to stop Ladybug--she's doing it to compete with Mister Man, and she's forming all kinds of bad habits as she memorizes the stories and guesses what word comes next--but she's so sure she's reading, and she's so proud of herself, and we're spending time together doing something that she wants to do, so that I can't break her heart.

The Dick and Jane book is due at the library on Tuesday . . . perhaps that will bring a natural end to this chapter, and we can focus on developing real skills instead of playing the lottery.  If not, I'm going to have to get thinking about how to help her learn this way.

I soaked water beads as a sensory experience for Brother and Little Brother.  We had multiple attempts at play, but the first one was a bust because the boys dropped beads on the floor where I caught Baymax trying to eat them, and the second was disappointing because the boys kept breaking the beads.  I don't know if it was on purpose or not, but I have a particular issue with kids breaking stuff, so the play session ended badly. 

Nature Angel, Little Princess, Ladybug, and Mister Man all had turns to play with the left over water beads.  While it lasted, the kids loved them, but I'm not sure how long it will be before I'm willing to try again. 

Nature Angel read some more poetry and did another worksheet on coordinating conjunctions.

Rose Red had a job interview and was offered a job keeping the salad bar stocked at a local restaurant.  Orientation is this Tuesday.  I'm not thrilled because the restaurant is not local enough for me, and I am unwilling to drive her there and back (the round trip drive would be an hour).  She has two friends who work there, so part of the deal is that she has to coordinate her shifts with her friends, get rides with them, and chip in for gas.  The other part of the deal is that she has to now make up reading on her own for all of the time she'll not be part of our evening reading (I did the math and it is about 200 hours/year that she'll lose), and she has to get her school work completed and checked by me before she's allowed to report to work each day.

 I hope she succeeds.

Super Star had some marvelous spiritual experiences working on her Personal Progress.  We had a long talk and cried together.  I'm quite proud of my girl.

Ladybug now can do 3 loops of the driveway riding a two-wheeler on her own!

Evening reading was a cliff-hanger (for some of us) because the final chapter about Galileo's contributions to science challenged us to find a biography of Galileo to find out what happened between him and the church!  I'm reserving a book at the library now, and I'll bet there will be arguments over who gets it first when we pick the book up. :)

Today is Saturday.  I was going to take the littles to a park to play after dropping the older 4 off at a special youth devotional, but I woke up to rain.  After chores are done, we'll have to get creative indoors.

Saturday, March 5, 2016

A Week, Briefly (#26)

Monday's forecast was for 70 degrees and sunny.  I immediately planned to have our Poetry and Pie event outside and wondered if I could fit in a park outing . . . or if I should blow off regular school and just go to the park.

Realizing how many appointments and other hassles are on our calendar for the week, gave me impetus to just hunker down and enjoy our usual work for the morning.

We started paragraph 4 of The Family Proclamation during Morning Meeting.  We had a grand time singing paragraphs 1-3 all in a row.

The older girls and I discussed the events and character development in Bambi chapters 13-17.  It led us to discussing how to judge wisely in life.  At the end of the discussion they were sent off to finish the book, do their math, and come help me make pies.

Nature Angel and I did some grammar, spelling, vocabulary, and geography.

Mister Man read some Dick and Jane stories with me.

Little Princess didn't want to do school because she was busy playing dress-up with Nature Angel.  This was fine with me because she's a voracious reader, and pretend play is the best kind of school.

The little boys ran in and out, in and out, in and out of the house.

Belle made 4 pie crusts for 2 double crust pies then went downstairs to do her own thing.

Ladybug worked on the sight word "my" until I finished rolling and filling the pie crusts (the older girls forgot to come back to help).  Then she joined the other littles in playing with the scraps of dough.

Rose Red turned in her Chemistry narration and did a couple of math lessons.

At 3:00 pm we all convened on the front porch for a family Poetry and Pie meeting.  (We tried and tried to get some friends to join us, but everyone was too busy.)

This month's poems:
The littles-- "Jack and Jill."
Little Princess --"Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater
Nature Angel--"Bed in Summer" by R.L. Stevenson
Belle--"The Clockman" by Shel Silverstein
Super Star--"Recipe" anonymous
Pixie--"In Love" by Shel Silverstein
Rose Red--"Boy, Girl"  anonymous
Sir Walter Scott--"Happy Thought" by R.L. Stevenson
Me--"The Swing" by R.L. Stevenson

 And just as we were getting out the pies, Dad surprised us all by reciting an original poem, composed on the spot:

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
I'll eat all the pie
And leave none for you!

We laughed.  Then we ate pie and most everyone played outside for hours. 

Reciting "Jack and Jill."  We added some hand motions to help them remember.

Dad was signaling me to hold off on passing out the pie while he recited his original poem.

Rose Red and I snuck off for a 45 minute driving lesson.

That night, we finished The Winged Girl of Knossos!  Thank goodness, because it had to go back to the library the very next day.

Tuesday was full from bottom to top with:
--Morning Meeting during which we changed from the February scripture and song to the March scripture and song (both babies cried non stop through the whole meeting no matter what we did)
--a visit to the library
--2 therapy appointments (one therapist was gone on vacation when we showed up.)
--a visit with the tenants of our old house to sign a renewal contract
--a visit with our parent educator
--grocery shopping
--having the missionaries over for dinner
--evening read aloud time

Wednesday morning was a good one with a reasonably successful Morning Meeting, a solid literary discussion about our reactions to Bambi and the lessons learned therein, and my final commitment to a preschool curriculum for Brother and Little Brother.

I've long planned to not start preschool with them until the fall, but through my prayers and personal study, I have felt that I should not put it off any longer because of their particular needs.  Most young children learn and grow just by playing freely and creatively and living in a stimulating, literature-rich, conversation-rich environment.  Brother and Little Brother are not.  It is clear that there is damage to them both that will require intervention with intentional learning experiences.

The process of curriculum-hunting was hard for me.  I've always focused on literature-based learning, but felt strongly that it is wrong for these two.  Oh, we'll still have story time, but worksheets and book-based preschool is completely wrong.

I searched.
I gasped at prices.
I prayed.
I studied Pinterest and downloaded free preschool plans.
I counseled with Sir Walter Scott.
I prayed.
I pondered.
I counseled more.
I found this one and just knew.
I gasped at the price.
I prayed again.
And it was confirmed that this is right.
Sir Walter Scott agrees.

Even though I could do the same thing by gathering free stuff online, the research and decision-making process would be too much for me at this time.  Having a plan and a manual right at my fingertips every day is what I absolutely need.  I feel tremendous joy in the rightness of it all.

I spent the afternoon with Pixie, the babies, Brother and Little Brother at the doctor's office for well-child checks for Brother and Little Brother.  The docs agree that the boys need further developmental evaluation, and so a process has begun.

The older girls did their math, wrote essays about character development, and then got to go ice-skating with youth groups from multiple church congregations.  They had a grand time.

I was struck yet again by how different it is to feed only 8 children as compared to 12 because the older girls were gone at dinner time.  There's some magic dividing line in there somewhere.  8 is not so many; 12 is a lot.

 On Thursday the babies cried less during Morning Meeting than they did on Tuesday, so our discussion was a little better.

I introduced Shakespeare to the older girls.  They've been introduced over and over again through the years, but this introduction was specific to our literature study of The Comedy of Errors.  You can imagine my delight when we got to the point of handing out copies of the actual play, and I had to leave the room to change Little Brother's poopy diaper, that while I was gone they assigned roles and began reading the play themselves--complete with accents, inflection, and a great deal of laughter.  Completely unaided by me, they read the entire first act and asked to read more!

I had to tell them we were out of time.

Sometimes homeschooling is AWESOME!

We started our preschool activities.  Weaving strips of cloth (torn from free sheets someone didn't want anymore) through a chicken wire frame we had sitting on our back porch (from a previous year's garden):

It was a hit from Nature Angel on down.

And it is clear to me from watching my little guys, that this is exactly the right curriculum for my crew.  Weaving was a monumental critical thinking challenge for Brother; it was a major fine motor skill challenge for Little Brother.  I could see how much even Ladybug was challenged in both critical thinking and fine motor skills by this simple activity.

Then it was time to pack a lunch and head to dance practice.

After dance I threw together a "garbage" soup with all of the leftover chicken, rice, beans, and veggies that were in the fridge.  We ended up with a southwestern flavored soup, so we ate it with tortilla chips.

While I cooked, the littles played outside.  Once the soup was done and just keeping warm on the stove, I gathered up some balls and a hula hoop and took the littles up to the field (with Pixie's help) to do some gross motor activities from our preschool list.

It was eye-opening to see how much help/practice these little ones need.  But it was totally joyful to "play" together the way we did.

They were so so so so so so so excited when I said, "Yes, we will do this again tomorrow!"

In the evening we read a bit about Tycho Brahe and made it through a few pages of The King of Men before we were too tired to read any more.

Pixie helps Mister Man read a bit at bedtime.
 The time has not changed, but the days are getting longer.  On this Friday evening, the littles are out on the deck enjoying the early spring sunshine.  They've spent a lot of time outside--weaving in the chicken wire frames, riding bikes, running around the field, hula hooping, playing "What Time is it, Mr. Fox?"

We had story time this afternoon, and they played dress up all morning while they waited for the temperatures to rise out of the overnight cold, but otherwise, they are almost living out of doors.

I think it is good for us all.

The older girls and I did a whole bunch of background reading/research about Shakespeare and The Comedy of Errors.  We reviewed the plot and all of the twists and turns this story makes.   We also read Act 2 of the play itself.  Our conversations were less lively and spontaneous because I interrupted a lot to ask what they understood and to keep our focus on the play, but it was still an engaging, interesting lesson.

And I read their essays that were assigned earlier in the week.  They were so interesting!  Here is my favorite part of Belle's essay:

"Choice and Accountability is making your own choices and taking the accountability, the consequence of them, or of course, receiving the consequence.  Now I used the words "taking" and "receiving" because it always seemed to me that the phrase "taking the consequence" meant that you had chosen the wrong and had to "take" the punishment, whereas the word "receive" always made me think of being given blessings and accepting them.  If you make the right choice you will get blessings."

Mister Man read from his favorite Dick and Jane book.

Ladybug did a word search activity for the sight word "my" and practiced writing her name.  We also did a sound review during which she got to pop the shipping bubbles that had the correct sounds written on them.  (Thank you, Homeschool Mom, who shared that idea--I cannot remember who you are or the name of your blog, but I still thank you.)

Nature Angel did some grammar and spelling.

Little Princess did some spelling.

Nature Angel and Little Princess also played in costume for a good portion of the day--creating a world of their own.  I wish I'd gotten a picture of them in their pink-on-pink-on-pink costumes.

Pixie, inspired by the weaving projects of the little kids, pulled out her lap loom and did some weaving of her own.

Rose Red used Little Sister as a fashion prop--dressing her up and taking pictures of her all afternoon.

It's time for me to call the littles in and get them ready for bed.