Fourth & goal to go!

Well, we have been able to keep the momentum going so far. Three days behind us and 2 more to go. Can we do it? YES we can! :)


We stayed up a little too late Wednesday night after church, watching home movies of our last Christmas in the house we lived in for 20+ years. The Boy (age 3) and Sister (age 19) were icing and decorating cookies a few days before Christmas. We also watched a bittersweet video of our aunt and uncle having Christmas Eve dinner with us and opening gifts. He passed away a few years ago and she is 90+ and not the same person she was back then. All the hooplah of Christmas morning was relived in that video, too. The wooden train set from Santa was a huge hit that year. Ahhh, but I digress...........

No homecooked breakfast this morning. But we did read about Abram and Sarai and Lot and about their adventures following God's call. The brutality of how men would kill other men just to take their wives was an interesting discussion after reading about Abram deceiving Pharoah in regards to his relationship with Sarai. The thought-provoking question about why Abram "pretty much sold Sarai to save himself," still has Mom trying to come up with an answer. When you have a good one---please share it. I will pass it along. I never quite thought about it like that before!

Math lesson went better than the day before. The thought about having to live 900+ years (like Methuselah) and do math all that time must have put a new perspective on things! Hey, whatever works, right?

Out the door, after copywork, for Mom to head out to the farm to count beans for the cows again and The Boy to be dumped out on the curb at the local-senior-citizen's-coffee-klatch-watering-hole. Well, not exactly, Granny was there waiting with breakfast in hand.

Those pesky prepositions kill me, so I dumped the Preposition Scavenger Hunt off on Granny. I was an English major in college and I still wrestle with the little beasts (the prepositions, not Granny--that's for another blog). However, not only did The Boy find Mr. Toad in jail (Wind in the Willows), but he found all the prepositions that Kenneth Grahame inserted into Mr. Toad's escapades!

After reading about habitats in zoology and doing some math practice, schoolwork was complete for that section of the day so that meant lunch for the two truants at their favorite Mexican restaurant! I guess you might call that Social Studies for the day!

When Mom returned from work, it was Map Time. No, not Nap Time (which would have felt really good right then). We mapped the Vikings' travels which was really kind of interesting. Apparently, there had been a discussion that morning at the local-senior-citizen's-coffee-klatch-watering-hole with The Boy telling them about the Vikings and that Snorre was the first white child born in North America. Well, someone thought Christopher Columbus was the first white child born in the US. ??????????? Man, what they learned in public school back in the early 1900's..... Of course, the boy not only commented (to Mom) that Columbus was not a baby nor in the US, but that he was not white, he was very tanned. OK, so maybe we will read Columbus again and let The Boy read it at the local-senior-citizen's-coffee-klatch-watering-hole!

Since we are notorious paper-crafters around here, we are doing a Timeline Scrapbook this year. Never made a timeline before. We put all the folks and things we talked about on our New Timeline Scrapbook Pages and lo, and behold...it sparked more discussion. I really think this is going to work!

We had our afternoon tea (well, actually it was Coca-Cola and cookies) while reading some more Mother Goose stories and another tale of Mole, Ratty, Mr. Badger, and Mr. Toad. I love my afternoons. I really do. When your 12 year old boy (who hates reading) says the book you are reading makes him feel good, you know you are doing the right thing.

Dad came home and quizzed The Boy on his zoology and it was amazing! Honestly, I never really thought learning about animal habitats was very interesting but The Boy is liking it and apparently reading his assignments because he knows his stuff! Watching the guys look for the country with the most neighbors was quite funny. Our map is not huge and some of those Slavic countries are the size of fleas (which, FYI, live in the dirt as well as on warm bodies, just in case you didn't know that). They looked like cartoon characters searching for clues hunched over the map with a magnifying glass. Wish I had shot that scene.

Everyone being a bit tired, it was agreed that frozen pizza would be a plan for supper. It was a great plan....no cooking, no cleaning, no cost. Ice cream on top of homemade chocolate chip cookies, with a drizzle (well, maybe a waterfall) of Hershey's Syrup over it was even better! Don't talk to me about calories and cholesterol. When Mama is tired...Mama don't care!

Our evening reading got pretty intense, with Number 6, a.k.a. Seth Urdent(the current monster on the to-get-rid-of list of Daniel X, the Alien Hunter), finding Daniel before Daniel found him and sending crazed cats to trash the boy's house, ruining Daniel's lovely afternoon with a girl he has a terrible crush on. Oh, well, it was refreshing to move on to the next book and find that Pam Hollister is legitimately the President of the Pet Club at her school, even though the bully, Joey Brill, tried to cheat her out of the position and the suspense builds as we find that her teacher's brother, who trains sled dogs, is missing! I don't know if we will be able to take the suspense and intrigue! But, we went to sleep on a happy note....Christopher Robin & pals were able to get Tigger out of that tree, with Eeyore's supervision and without anyone being hurt!

All was right with our world. Another day, another scholar.

Thank you, Lord, for all my blessings. Wish everyone's life was as good as mine.