The first week back to school, after any event, is always a challenge. I think I’ve said that before. And I have learned not to pin too many hopes on that first week.
So this week, we just aimed at getting everybody minimally back up to speed in math, science and grammar. And I also planned on doing a whole lot of group discussion so we could all remember what it was we were studying in history last month.
We all wanted to get started memorizing Philippians 1:1-6 together.
I had a pile of war poetry, written by WWI soldiers, to read and discuss.
And I wanted to get everybody to work on persuasive essay projects that would sound enticing.
One of the kids is writing an essay trying to convince the president to join the League of Nations, another is writing a proposal to a friend to join her in a business venture, another is writing a paper to persuade her dad that a vegetable garden would benefit his mental and physical health…..and Daniel is writing a paper about why Lego should be in the home (and all over the floor) of every 8yr old boy. I’m leaving somebody out, but that happens all the time.
Persuasive essays are a great favorite. For a brief moment, they are being told that it’s OK to smear their opinions all over somebody else……and that’s way more fun than writing a book report.
I was also hoping, just hoping, that after the disorganization of the past two weeks we could squeak everybody through piano lessons today without too much shame. And they did it! They surpassed all my expectations. I nearly cried.
So, Hallelujiah, We made it…..on all points. This has not happened before, I’m sure. I always fall flat this first week after the break, and it’s always a bit discouraging. But not this time.
So, I’m pumped now. I’m taking this as a sign. We’re about to have a killer second half of the year.
And on top of all that, we got winter. Here’s our street this afternoon.
And Maggie learned to ice-skate today.
We all went skiing Monday and we tried to teach Maggie to ski. And that was a comedy show. She went up the kiddie hill on the magic carpet, sobbing most of the way. Then she cried in a howling sort of way, all the way down the hill. Three times. Then she went back up for the fourth run, and when she got off the belt at the top, she amazed us all by reaching back, unfastening her bindings, stepping out of her skis and marching down the hill.
I gathered up the skis and followed her.
I wish I had a photo…..just try to imagine a three year old dressed up like a hot-pink astronaut stomping down a snowy hill, grim determination and hot chocolate all over her face.
She can ski next year. This year she’ll skate, and that’s enough for me.
Oh, and I even got David’s sweater started. I have never actually made a sweater that anyone would wear. So far, I’m just good at flat items. So here’s the ribbing for the waistband, and I’m working my way up. I can tell you now that once I get to the arms, and have to actually attach those babies, I’m going to be melting in a pool of sweaty anxiety. Knitting Drama. Stay Tuned!