Friday, October 15, 2021

I made it to Full GAPS and other tales of calamity

I flew through stages five and six and now I am on the full gaps diet. I went a little crazy with some almond flour and had to back off a bit and remember to eat simply. And this last week I couldn't find any bones for broth, so my stomach is in mild pain from missing the healing benefits of bone broth and meat stock. 

We buy enough bones at the farmers market each weekend for the following week; it is simply crazy that no vendors had bones!! Our freezer is tiny so this is just what works for us. Anyway I asked all of the venders to bring some next week and I will most likely end up with a large amount of bones, and an overflowing freezer. 

It was nice to have a break from the every other day broth-making that is the GAPS life, but I can't keep skipping it. My healing is going on a downward trend after only one week without broth! 

I have been praying for our country and for my husbands job. But our lives are so rich, so wonderful here at home with our piles of books and home cooked meals, that I have not had much time to feel scared or worried. (There was one day...but God reminded me of his continuing presence and now I'm okay) I feel such joy every day that this is my life! I never knew I would enjoy homeschooling this much, I never knew that reading with my children daily and watching them grow could be so amazing. God has blessed me so much and, while there are hard moments; it is going so fast I don't have time to complain. There are dishes to do and small little girls to tuck into bed. There is a little boy who is desiring to read the next chapter of Little House in the Big Woods and there is yoga to do and wool to knit. And homesteading to try and learn more of; because it always helps to be prepared and knowledgeable.

What else is happening? I could wax eloquent on Hunt, Gather, Parent. My husband and I are now reading it together on audiobook and I love how it has calmed our family. It makes so much sense. Go and read it, you won't be disappointed. It's a literary gem just shining with advice on family raising. Our kids, and ourselves, are much happier for partaking. I am aiming to dig deeper with this second read; it is going to take multiple re-reads to change this westernized girl. 

We are taking it one day at a time and digging into the richness that is Gods wonderful plan for our lives. 

I hope we don't end up in a concentration camp for the unvaccinated, but that's just a conspiracy theory, just like the vaccine being mandated was a year ago. God is good, and those who don't want the vaccine are not germ-ridden untouchables. We are people with the right to refuse medical service that we don't want, be it either for religious, philosophical or moral reasons. 

I don't know what to expect, but we were not promised tomorrow; but I was born for such a time as this. At least that is what I tell myself. The world is not the same place it was in 2019, but I have hope it will be again, and I can live out my time on this earth by a quiet fire, knitting and reading to my grandkids. Let it be so. I certainly didn't want my mid-thirties disrupted by communism and authoritarian measures. I am no girl on fire like Katniss Everdeen. I'm a mom who can pray though, and that can be enough. Pray, because things can change in a blink of an eye, and some of the news I read really does drive me to my knees.

I don't want to end on such a note, so, let me tell you about another amazing author I found. Her name is Charlotte Mary Yonge and so far I have read one of her books (Countess Kate) and have another one tabled to read soon. She is an amazing writer born in 1823 and wrote over 100 books. I love the simple tales of truth and goodness she pens, they are a must-read for growing boys and girls and adults alike. Enduring, well written, and full of biblical sincerity. 

I couldn't find any at our local library; she really is a forgotten author, at least where I am. 

Reuben is slated to read The Little Duke next year in year two, and I can't wait to enjoy that with him.

Homeschooling, like I said above, is going well. I am not laying the feast of Charlotte Mason perfectly by any means. Today I realized that Reuben's copywork needs more of my attention; especially in the forming of his letters. I am making the mistake of not training him to do good work; his handwriting is sloppy and ill-formed. Usually I give him his handwriting and walk away to do another task--he isn't writing letters "correctly" (as in the strokes) and I think I need to go back to just drawing the lines and forming the letters. I feel disappointed in myself. This will probably be a reoccurring problem--I am not perfect and this new method of teaching is very foreign! 

Charlotte Mason is a living curriculum, but it is unlike anything I have ever experienced before and, while it is simple, we humans tend to over-complicate things unnecessary.  I can only hope to try my best and keep learning and growing alongside my two small humans, and that God will grant me mercy for my mistakes. 

Paper Sloyd (Fan, Bon Bon, Book, and Spool Basket) Tutorials



These videos cover the fan, bon bon box, book cover (and sheets) and spool basket. Enjoy the tutorials and happy paper-sloyding!! This ends our "year one" crafts! 

You can download the paper sloyd book here for free. I also made an update video talking about what I learned (and what was hard) for paper sloyd after we finished all the year one projects in Paper Sloyd by Ednah Anne Rich.

 

Friday, October 8, 2021

8 Years Married Adventure (LAST 2020 vlog)

In the middle of the pandemic we had an anniversary! 8 years married. A milestone! Since cases were very low in Virginia at the time (except at the coast) we decided to take a little weekend adventure. I didn't film much, but here is the little I captured. We didn't leave our state and only traveled an hour to a large city near us. It was so much fun and so needed!

Also, I started using Final Cut Pro to edit videos from this point forward and I feel like a baby who is all thumbs, so I am sorry...I will get better. I don't know where to find anything and editing a video take 4x longer than it should. But Final Cut Pro is what I have now since I got an apple mini for Christmas, so it is what I am trying to use. 

How are you all? 


This is it. The last vlog, and it was ONE year ago. Should I make a "where are we now" video?? Hmm...I have not vloged in ONE YEAR. Wow. So much has happened.

Sunday, October 3, 2021

The problem with Stage Four (and other life updates)

FIRST of all, we have a working washing machine!!! I am currently doing ALL the laundry in our house and I don't have to worry a speck about the weather, the temperature, or if someone is mowing outside. I can clean every garment in my home at any time. I feel SO blessed. Also, we bought chocolate. I ate too much.

This week I started stage four of gaps. The juice kicked me out of ketosis and I am starving all the time!!! I am going to progress quickly though stage four and get to stage five and six so I can have fruit and get a little carb help...

So far I am doing very well. I am excited to make it. Last time I quit on stage four after 8 weeks due to the crash of being kicked out of ketosis and the resulting hunger. This time I knew it was coming and I decided to just press on to stage five if it gets too hard to manage. 

waiting in the hot car for daddy

Weight loss? I have lost 10 pounds on gaps in these four weeks, going from 155 to 145. I will probably gain it all back, so I am not buying new clothes. Or trying to think too much about it; worrying about my weight is not a problem I want to add to my plate.

How else are we? Homeschooling is going really well. We are starting week five of Ambleside Online tomorrow and Reuben is just soaking it up as am I. 

I also ordered books. Too many books. I went on a book shopping spree at www.thriftbooks.com and bought books I have been wanting forever and books I am excited about Reuben reading as he progresses in his reading level (we are up to three letter words guys!! This is so exciting!!) and a few books for myself that I have been eyeing for months. Its a fall cozy fireside book haul, maybe I will make a video when all the books come in. I can't wait. Books are amazing and we read so much as a family. I can't wait until Reuben reads too. He really wants to join me on the couch and leaf through pages.

I'm about halfway though Hunt, Gather, Parent and it is legit blowing up my westernized parenting bad habits. We have implanted two of the suggestions and I am shocked at how much it has changed our household. I can't wait to read the rest of the book. We bought it on audiobook to listen together; my husband does not read unless it is for work.

The first thing we did is--we now do chores together. Almost all of them. My three year old can wash all the dishes (if I put a chair at the sink for her). I had NO idea she could do so much with such happiness. And she is glowing, she is more joy-filled and seems to understand better her role and purpose in our family. We are spending time together doing these chores and I find I like it too! I was worried it would be more work or messy; but honesty it is helping me out so much. Reuben is able to do way more than I expected as well, from making whole meals by himself (with supervision right now) to washing dinner dishes and hanging up laundry. We are not to the "they do chores themselves without asking" part but I can see how we will get there. The main thing we are trying to do is exist as a family and not as individual parts (parents and children) but as a unit that all molds together. We are team members with the same goal in mind, not lone boatmen. Thinking of our family as being on the same team is realigning my own conceptions of parenting. I don't need to send the kids away to make dinner; they can help. They eat too. I don't need to "entertain" them while I clean, they can clean too, they live here. This is good for us.

The second part of the book is about anger, and wow, let me tell you it was like being slapped upside the head with a barrel of wet fish. I am gobsmacked. 

Basically, we shouldn't get angry at kids as parents!! I am working on my anger--not just managing it, but having less of it. I now expect my kids to make messes, be emotionally unstable--they are children. Just like I am teaching Reuben math in school, I also need to teach him to be neat, tidy, and control himself. I realized after reading this chapter that a lot of the tears my kids shed, and a lot of my frustrations are from me expecting my children to be emotionally competent forty year olds. They are three and six, we are not there yet. I must be patient and teach by example. Yelling and anger are not only unacceptable, they don't help the situation in any way. Anger is the wrong reaction to something my child does. They are trying to learn how to exist in the world; not fight me. Once again, I viewed them as "not on my team" and "other". Once I started to see that we were all supposed to be working together, something clicked. I am working on being an example my kids can see daily. 

I've only scratched the surface of this book. I will read it again, I will dig deeper. And I'm only halfway though and I need to return it in ten days to the library so I need to read!!

Anyway, the concepts in the book are revolutionizing our family! My thoughts? Go out and read Hunt, Gather, Parent. You will not regret it, I promise you. It is amazing. I have been telling EVERYONE about it. It's the only parenting book you need. 

We are on week two of no television!! It is going good. We are still playing Nintendo switch in the evenings and I plan on cutting that out, eventually. Soon. We aren't playing on the television but on the actual switch device, in case you were confused. The television is in the closet. 

How are you?

Wednesday, September 22, 2021

I hate myself, and other complaints (mostly a vaccine rant)

Okay, okay. So I don't actually hate myself. But I do hate how I act sometimes. Why am I such a klutz? Why am I so awkward??! Why can't I be normal? I'm weird, and lately I have become this shy awkward girl in group settings which is totally not me!! It seems every time I open my mouth I say something even more awkward and everyone stares at me. 

where the tv used to be. this will have to be reworked

We got rid of our television the other day. We are in the throes of a media detox and no one is handling it well. It will be great on the other side. We will learn things. We will all grow as a family. But right now it sucks and I hate it. It have done "no TV" before but always quit, because the TV is, you know, still in the house. This time it is no longer in the house so I can't give up and pop in Totoro or Pepa Pig. Can I also tell you that it has rained for three days? We all are sick of each other and I have run out of crafts.

Send help.

I've been reading a book. It is called Hunt, Gather, Parent by Michaeleen Doucleff. It's amazing. If you have parenting problems, read it. I'm only on chapter three; and its the reason we gave up the television. I can't wait to read more. The book promises to teach your children how to help with chores without being asked. Can I ask for more?? So far I have learned that American children have too many things, are shoved "education" in their faces from the time they are birthed, and receive far too many praises. In short our kids are WEIRD (Western, Educated, Industrialized, Rich and Democratic) and this is apparently a problem. The book promises to basically make tantrums disappear and sign me up for that, yes please. Becky is three and that is all I will say. I'm not even halfway though the book but I will be doing whatever she says while also praying because God always helps. 

Our dryer and air conditioner are still broken. 

I do love our family. And I love Ambleside online. I love dark chocolate and evenings spent playing Animal Crossing. I love reading The Five Little Peppers. We got to the part where the five little peppers experiance their first Christmas. I almost cried, and I definitely teared up. Christmas is a beautiful, wonderful thing and remembering the poor is humbling. We all should stop complaining and do more work to make this world a beautiful place for others. (I'm talking to myself here...) I need this book. My kids need this book. I love it.

Please pray for all those across America who do not want to receive the covid vaccine, as their jobs have been threatened. Vaccines should be a personal choice between your doctor and yourself. Medicine should never be forced, and as this particular vaccine only protects (creates antibodies) in the person who choses to accept it, so there is no ethicial grounds for forcing someone to talk it. Body autonomy is so important! The vaccine is available for those five and up right now, and I for one don't want it. With my autoimmune issues and my lyme, I don't think my body could handle it. And it makes me sad that I might not have a say, that my husband might not have a say (and he works completely remote!!).

He loves his job. Anyway, we don't know what is going to happen, if anything, because OSHA has not made any rules yet; but we are praying and trusting in the Lord and ready to stand up for our rights and the rights of many other Americans who also want medical freedom. 

Reuben is six. I don't want a vaccine with only a years worth of data and no long term studies to be injected into my son, with his sensitivities and allergies. I stand for choice. If you want the vaccine, go ahead and get it. But my health and your health are not someone else's responsibilities and definitely not the governments business. 

And yes, I do know there are bible believing Christians who have taken the vaccine. I know there are bible believing Christians who don't want it, like me, for many reasons from ethical, to religious, to medical. It should not be a divisive issue. We are all different, we can coexist, and accept each others firm beliefs. Don't let this issue tear us apart. Research, and make an informed decision for your life.

I love you all.

Monday, September 20, 2021

Reuben's Hat

A hat for my Reuben. He loves it! It brings me great joy to make something for my children every year.



He picked the yarn, from hobby lobby and I made the hat. 

Sunday, September 19, 2021

Gloves

I made these fun gloves for fall, in a sky blue marbled color. I love them!! They may look odd but trust me, they go with most of what I wear and I'm already a weird person. Yay for no more cold hands! 





Friday, September 17, 2021

and life goes on...

I'm starting to recognize patterns in life; have you noticed any? For one, every few years it seems everything breaks in our house. This year so far we have had our dryer break (it still works but does not get warm) and our air conditoner bit the dust yesterday. Brian thinks he knows what is wrong with our dryer but can't fix it until this weekend (the parts finally came in, the dryer has been broken for two months now!) 

I have a good laundry routine; but it is very different than previous. I try to do two loads of laundry every time its not raining out, and this, so far, has kept the laundry clean. The clothes are stiff from being dried outside so we have made liberal use of our steamer. And mostly we are just wrinkled. Oh well! Unfortunately, now that the air conditioner is broken I don't think I will use the dryer even if it does get fixed. This because the dryer is in our bathroom and will heat up our house when it is already very hot!

The air conditioner broke yesterday as I said, and it was 89 degrees outside and 81 inside. Our poor fridge isn't liking it much and not only are we wrinkled, but also sweaty. It's not been too bad so far. My husband installed a window unit in our bedroom so we have one room that is nice and cool and it's been fine at night. 

Husband will be diagnosing the air conditioner this weekend as well and hopefully we can fix it. If we need a new one we will have to wait until spring of 2022, and that means a few more weeks of warm temps without it. People have lived without central air for centuries, so I'll be fine, but it has taken a lot to get used too. 

Anyway, during this whole time we have been reading The Five Little Peppers who only have brown sourdough bread (made without eggs, they can't even afford eggs!!) and potatoes to eat, so no one has been complaining about the air conditioner or the fact we have to dry our clothes outside. We all grin and cuddle close, happy to be a family that has food and Nintendo switches, and read another chapter about Polly and Ben in the little brown house. God is so good. 

Also, I think my migraine from a few weeks ago might have been covid? Two days later, while I was sitting in a busy restaurant, I realized quite suddenly that I had completely lost my taste and smell. After getting over the shock, we went home and quarantined for awhile just in case--but I wasn't ever sick, besides having a headache for three days, so I don't quite know. I have been fine since, but still have very limited taste and smell. I have started taking saint johns wort tincture and zinc to see if it helps. 

We also started the gaps diet again. I want to heal and I want to get through this diet. This is our third time starting and I hope to be successful--by that I mean make it though the whole two years!! So far, so good. The gaps diet puts almost all of my autoimmune and lyme issues in remission so its been nice to feel like a real human. It is easy to eat a perpetual diet of soup without any taste and smell.

We also started on Reuben's year one with Ambleside online, and its been going great! He loves it, I love it. It is the school for us and I am so thankful.

How are you all? Our days are filled with paper sloyd, clay modeling, math, geography, and violin. Have a great Thursday. 

Wednesday, September 15, 2021

A hat for me that Becky took

I crochet this hat from Hello Happy (its called the Slouchy Dahlia Hat) and as soon as I was finished Becky stole it. I'm sure I'll get it back before fall. 







Fall hasn't started yet here but I am getting excited about sweaters and wool and knitting. Love you all!


Tuesday, September 14, 2021

Real Life (2020 Vlogs)

My autoimmune disease was out of control this week. I didn't talk about it in the vlogs, but it was a really hard week for me. This week we did a lot of homeschooling and I tried to knit and crochet in the quiet moments. God is good!
Reuben is really enjoying homeschooling, math, bible verses, and the small co-op we started. He is growing and learning so much!

Sunday, September 5, 2021

It's fall (2020 vlogs)

We are chucking along. This is the first week of September vlogs, and I filmed two days! Homeschooling is starting to feel organic and not forced. This week I had a whole day with Becky to myself. It was WONDERFUL. Reuben had two and half years of just me and him, whereas Becky has always shared her mommy. She is kind and loves her brother, but one on one time with my sweet girl is healing, peaceful and fun. Reuben and Daddy went boating.

Hello, fall!

Thursday, September 2, 2021

I had a three day migrane

I don't remember much from the three days. Wednesday, the third, was the worst day. I do remember every day thinking "It can't get much worse" but, it did. I was just a tad surprised to wake up Thursday morning in one piece.

me with crazy hair but on a good day

Today as my pain transitioned from a 8 to a 2-3 (out of 10) I have had a lot of thoughts about our school. We started the first week of August with the plan of doing 4 day a week with Friday-Sunday off. The first week we were all sick, we did school 2 out of the four days. The second week my sister was in the hospital with a kidney stone, I watched her kids two times, and because of the emergency we schooled 3 out of the 4 days...and over that week my grandfather, Papaw Daily, passed away. The next week I was in recovery from the previous two weeks and also grieving my Papaw who was an amazing person and is already missed so much. We did school 3 out of the 4 days. The fourth week I took on too much babysitting and burned myself out going too many places and also we had some other family drama with Brian's side...we did school 2, maybe 3 out of the four days.

In a whole month, I did not complete one week of school all the way through. So, I was DETERMINED this week to finally be. the. week. that we did our routine and things would fall into place. Only, I had a three day migraine and can't remember very much from the last three days, much less how much school
we did (2.5 out of 4 days according to my notes...) Is anything ever going to go right? And what am I doing wrong??!

Waking up from my pain coma caused me to deeply root around in my life and realize I need to make some changes. A lot of changes.

I said I was going to make school a priority in past posts (I said it was something I learned last year...) but I keep scheduling things during our "school time" and just thinking I will move school. And thus I don't get school done because....I'm too tired. Obviously I have not learned my lesson. Morning school needs to get done before we go out, have friends come over, do co-ops... because of my illness it needs to be the main goal of my day, with perhaps the secondary goal being "feed my family". If anything else wears me out, I suddenly cannot do school, and yes...you guessed it, I cannot feed my family. I have a serious illness and I need to stop acting like I have the appropriate energy of a 34 year old and begin living like the 80 year old invalid I really am. 

My plan is still to start Ambleside online in January if I can figure it out (lyme brain is the worst) but maybe I will just end up giving up and doing something else. Life after a 3 day migraine really puts things into perspective. 

Also, someone send me a card, please. It should read "congratulations on surviving your migraine." Make sure it includes confetti. I want confetti.  

Instead of a nice card, I woke up to mountains of laundry, kids who ate whatever their father gave them the last three days, and a lot of guilt. 

Anyway, going back to my thoughts on homeschool. Four-day-a-week schooling isn't working for us. Starting now, we will be changing to five-day-a-week school with the hopes it helps me actually get four days done. Goals. Another thing I am going to do is quit babysitting. I have been babysitting this adorable little boy (and sometimes his baby sister) but I need to pare down as low as I can. I will have to quit. It was so awesome before I had Lyme disease and migraines, but it isn't working out now that I am dealing with all this. Reuben will cry, this little boy is his best friend and also brings a lot of joy to our home! 

After this, I took a huge look at our schedule. We have Monday where I only have school scheduled. Tuesday is violin day, we go out to the violin studio for our lessons, and this is (besides school) the only thing I schedule for Tuesdays. Wednesday is our co-op every other week and also our bible study at church, and Thursdays is Trail Talks, and Friday is our playgroup. 

We can't do all this. It is sad, but we can't. I have decided to keep violin, not go to our church bible study anymore, keep our Wednesday co-op that is every other week (twice a month) and try to keep our playgroup on Fridays because Reuben's other best friend Zeb goes... and cut out trail talks, sadly. Even if I want to. Guys, I want to do all these things and more!! But this body of mine needs to bloom where it was planted and I am sprouting up chronic pain, migraines, brain fog and anxiety attacks. Also my husband works late and his idea of cooking comes in a box. He's an amazing husband, but I can't eat anything out of a box. 

He can only do so much, too. And while I want to spread a living feast of ideas for my kids, I also want to feed them food that nourishes their growing bodies (and my special diet keeps me functional lets be honest.) 

This is a season (at least this is my prayer...) Sadly, with the level of sick I am, it might be my last! I mean, no one is promised tomorrow but three day migraines really make you think.

The only thing keeping me here is my kids, my husband, and God. God is so good. 

I want to homeschool successfully, with kindness and integrity and I want my home atmosphere to be one of truth, beauty, and goodness. I also have a chronic illness, and somehow have to make all this happen while also battling the illness under my skin. Please remember me and our family in your prayers if you can.

Tuesday, August 31, 2021

Last Week of August, (2020 Vlogs)

The rest of August was fairy normal. Homeschooling, family, fun. These vlogs are from the last week of August.


We are in a good routine for this season. Go out twice a week. Stay in most of the week. Homeschool, Christ, and family. Oh, and knitting. Don't forget about the knitting. These are hard years of discipline, but there is always knitting.

Thursday, August 26, 2021

The Pinwheel, Scissors Case and Tray (Paper Sloyd Tutorials)


Here are some more paper sloyd tutorials by Ednah Anne Rich! These are numbers 4-6 from form one, and include the pinwheel, scissors case, and tray. Enjoy! 
  
 

Tuesday, August 24, 2021

Homeschool Week, (2020 Vlogs)

These three vlogs from this week are full of homeschooling. Our kinderplay co-op met, and we did school each day! I'm still getting in the swing of vlogging, homeschooling, parenting, knitting, and cooking. It's a lot. But I am grateful for each amazing day with my wonderful kids and hardworking husband. God is good.

Tuesday, August 17, 2021

THINK poster

 On the wall of our church is the following (handwritten) poster:

Every time I see this I stop and think. 

Is it True? Is it Helpful? Is it Inspiring? Is it Necessary? Is it Kind?

What wise words!! I wanted one for my own home, so I designed one to print off and display. And I thought to share here in case anyone wants these words of wisdom for their home and their littles. Right click and save and print one for yourself too! I made this with Canva, I am no designer! Hah.


They Bulldozed the Park!! (2020 vlogs)


This week was the week the Lynchburg Parks and Rec decided to bulldoze my sons favorite park with literally no notice. During covid in the middle of summer while schools were closed. WTF? Bad timing all around!! Crazy. This is also the second week of my candida cleanse from the natural doctor. This week I horrible sugar cravings and problems feeling full. Guess my yeast was hungry. I'm sticking it out and hoping it is helping. I want to be well.

Thursday, August 12, 2021

I am all the bad girls in the Bible

me.

One night as I was falling asleep I thought to myself I'm not ANY of the good bible girls. I'm all the bad ones!! I immediately started chuckling to myself, because its true!! 

I relate so much to Lot's wife. Like her, I keep looking back at what I shouldn't. Except instead of the city of sin being behind me, its my child-free years I keep expecting to see again. Of all people in the Bible, I never expected to sympathize with Lot's wife, or to understand her-- but you know, if I had been in that position maybe I would have looked back too. It would have been my home. 

Instead of a pillar of salt, I was granted mercy. That's what I thought next. For all my neck-craning and weeping over my loss of "free time" when I sprouted babies from my womb, I should have been turned into a pillar of salt. Sin is death, right? And whining about God's blessings surely is a sin. I love my children, but I also mourn the changes in my life. Mourning and moving on is one thing; the pity party I throw myself over all the work I have is another.

I have always known I am the women at the well. I also was promiscuous in my early twenties, much to my regret. And God also saved me. Not in person, at a well--but he still offered me the water of life and showed me everything I had ever done. He knew me and my sins; I could not hide from him. And like the woman at the well--this is why I talk about my shameful past openly. Come and see, come and see a man who has told me everything I ever did.

As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord's feet listening to what he said. But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, "Lord, don't you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!" "Martha, Martha," the Lord answered, "you are worried and upset about many things, but only one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her." Luke 10:38-42

We can never forget Martha and Mary. These women have been held up as dichotomies to me since I was in middle school. A mere year ago I would have rolled my eyes at hearing the story rehashed. Here we go again. Another person is going to do the Martha and Mary bit. 

In the 90s in my fundamental church, it was always be a Mary and never a Martha. But I am a Martha, and thus I always felt judged or like I had to hide it. No one ever tells you HOW to be a Mary, do they? They just point out that good girls should and leave it at that.

Now that I am older and I understand Martha and Mary more, I see a lot in that passage that I didn't see before. And I accept that I have been both a Martha and a Mary throughout different situations in my life. Like her, I daily am distracted by all the preparations that need to be made. It is a discipline to clear my mind and focus on Christ in the midst of all this life that is going on; with small children and marriage and dishes to wash.

Yet Mary is an ideal I hold in my mind. What would it be like to be focused on christ so completely I had the wisdom to know when to work, and when to rest? And also, I am sure, she possesses the deep trust not to worry overmuch what she is wearing or what kind of lunch her children are eating or how dirty her floor is. Ah, to be such a woman.

In jest, I think that perhaps Mary was single and Martha was married. And she was stressed because of what Paul says.

"But those who marry will face many troubles in this life, and I want to spare you this...I would like you to be free from concern. An unmarried man is concerned about the Lord's affairs--how he can please the Lord. But a married man is concerned about the affairs of this world--how he can please his wife-- and his interests are divided. An unmarried woman or virgin is concerned about the Lord's affairs: Her aim is to be devoted to the Lord in both body and spirit. But a married woman is concerned about the affairs of this world--how she can please her husband." 1 Corinthians 7:28;33-34

Bah ha hah. It is great to end on a joke. But for sure, marriage is glorious and also, exactly as Paul states. 

What bad bible girl are you?

Please tell me. Unless you are one of Lot's daughters. That is some drama I don't need to carry. 

Monday, August 9, 2021

I keep changing my mind

This is going to be a short unedited rant about homeschooling decisions. 

shopping for school supplies at hobby lobby

Reuben is six, he turned six in July. Last year he was five, and we did a year of loose kindergarten during a pandemic and also while battling my severe chronic illness. I have lapsed elloquent on this subject in 2020 blog posts, so I won't rehash it here; but it was not a good year. 

That is why I decided to do another year of kindergarten with Reuben in 2021, a "proper" year to "catch up on all the things I missed." A year to do kindergarten right. With hopefully no pandemic or raging Lyme disease or other disasters. 

I felt I was making the right decision. 

BUT THEN I listened to this podcast. And entered into an existential crisis. Suddenly, I doubted my "second year of kindergarten" idea. 

Well, you will have to listen to the podcast to hear what it said...but it was eye opening!! (A child is capable and deserving of a wide education!!)

Reuben is eager to learn. Why was I holding him back again? I was faced with the certainty that it was because of me and not because of him: and that both of those reasons were not tenable. 

I don't think I should "hold him back" anymore. I see now he is ready for year one. It is just ME who wants to "Redo" the year and do the things I missed because I feel guilty about being sick. (not to mention all the chaos and stress of the global pandemic) But to Reuben, his "Year Zero" kindergarten is all he knows. To him, it was a great year!!! It does him a disservice to hold him back just to make sure I "Do it right". I did it, and we must move forward. 

As the podcast says, we wouldn't give a child a diet of only breastmilk at 5 or 6 if they had formula to drink as an infant. Such a child would not need to be "caught up" on what they had missed as a baby. No, that is a ridiculous thought!!

The podcast warns: beware holding off too long when a child is open to learning. 

Reuben had a full 6 "early years". He is ready to start school, and thus we should start. But. But, I listened to this podcast in our first week of this "Second Year of Kindergarten" I had designed, and I was loathe to throw out all of my plans and all the books I had gotten excited about reading with him and the curriculum I had purchased. 

Then I realized that what I was doing wasn't really kindergarten, at least not by Charlotte Mason standards who does not advocate formal lessons until a child turns six. So what we are indeed doing is a Year One that I was calling Kindergarten just from my desire to do things right and get rid of the mistakes of last year. (please feel free to roll your eyes at me)

But, I wanted to do Ambleside Online. And what I am doing is not Ambleside Online. Oh, more dilemmas. (can you laugh at me now) 

Anyway. We will start "Year One" Ambleside in January of 2022, and continue with the lessons I have planned for 2021. This way he gets a year one that is both what I already planned and is also Ambleside Online. And he can move right into Year 2 in the fall term of 2022. It will be okay! I can do this! He is ready, and I won't let my mistakes in my past hold him back. 

Last year, many kid's educations were waylaid due to the global pandemic. And all of these children are going to be fine! So is my Reuben; even if his kindergarten wasn't what I expected. He has great memories and this year, "Year One" will be no different! I'm ready, and so is he.

Sunday, August 8, 2021

Reuben starts Kindergarten (2020 vlogs)


Well, it's official! We are a homeschooling family! I am my sons teacher. I couldn't do it without God and my husband and all the support of my community. God is good. This is all I filmed for the week of 8/5. Hugs!
 

Saturday, August 7, 2021

Becky Hat

I make my kids a hat every fall! And sometimes gloves too. It isn't fall yet, but I am trying to get ahead of things before they creep up on me. Usually I make up my own pattern, but this time I used Slouchy Snowfall Beanie by Hello Happy, whose patterns are my favorites. They are so cute!! 

I did not do the decreases, and it made "ears" on the hat! Becky loves it. Now I will make Reuben a hat!



I don't knit or crochet as much as I used to...homeschooling really takes a lot of time. But I am enjoying these years of educating my small children. Next week will be our second week of the 2021 school year. And, I still get to make a hat for Reuben!!

Wednesday, August 4, 2021

Paper Sloyd by Ednah Anne Rich

When I was researching for this video series I tried to find out anything about Ednah Anne, the author of Paper Sloyd. Who was she? Where is she from? What was she like? I can't find anything! (If you know about her please tell me!)

But we are doing Paper Sloyd this year, and I am videoing the process.

Here are three paper sloyd tutorial videos: the note, the wall pocket, and the picture frame. I hope this helps any homeschoolers or curious sloyd-ers who are lost or looking for a place to start. 

You can download Paper Sloyd by Ednah Anne Rich from Google Books for free. 

I plan on doing a video tutorial for each sloyd project in the whole book.

For these three, you will need a 6 by 6 inch square of cardstock, a 12 inch ruler, scissors, a hole punch, string, and a piece of tape (or a sticker) for the note. Happy Sloyd-ing! 

Sunday, August 1, 2021

on the Eve of the Monumentous Day

This is it. We have arrived.

Tomorrow we start homeschooling. Everything is ready. I've cleaned the house, made our curriculum, set my alarm for 6 am and steeled myself for discipline and education.  It's our first year of official homeschooling; after my last year of sickness and spurts and splutters. (We tried a lot of different things and found what works! But I was sick a lot. We took whole weeks off. I always thought of Kindergarten as a learning year. But I guess, maybe, they are all learning years)

Last year I discovered a lot about my teaching style and about Reuben, and now have a vague idea of the educational roadblocks we might encounter... (my own irritability at doing the same thing over and over again...both of our rebellious hearts...not enough hours in the day) I could go on a tangent on all my fears and desires and head canon you to death, but I will spare you the melodrama and specifics. 

I'm excited. I'm nervous with dread. And tired, but that's lyme and motherhood. 

I wonder how it will go. Do I really have what it takes? How much grace and mercy am I going to need on a hourly basis? I mean, our school "time" isn't long, but it has to fit into every day and be consistent. 

I know I am making more to this than I need--its just school. All kids go to school. But it is more. It will be a foundation for how he views the world. And, I want him to love learning and love the Lord. Any methods that can reach that, at the end, will leave me satisfied. I also have an acute understanding that I will make mistakes, I will mess up. I also have the awareness to know this journey isn't about my own satisfaction. In my more sane moments, I wonder; why did I choose this path? Am I indeed, crazy? But no, this is going to be fun, and what other greater purpose could my time have, if not to be given over to my son? 

I want to homeschool pain free, but this week my lyme pain has been through the roof so I am also going to have to battle that. 

I'm ready to make homeschool a priority. To give it a space it deserves. I have a plan, and a God who loves me and a husband who supports me and nods through all my wacky craft ideas. We are going to have a good year. I am going to see my children grow and to be able to watch that is the best gift any mother can hope for.

Here is to tomorrow, and the rest of our lives. Here is to first grade through high school. The beginning of my little boy growing up. The end of his little years, preschool. A milestone will be embarked upon tomorrow, and I will rise to meet the day with a prayer and a determined heart.

The Vlogs are Back

You are probably confused. It's 2021, Carolynn. But in this video Reuben is five. What? Yes. This video is from August 2020, a whole year ago. When I quit vlogging due to health reasons I had about a month or two of vlogs that I had not edited. Well I am finally getting around to editing them and posting them, and its so late I just decided to schedule them a year later. So yeah, that is what is happening.

The reason I vlog is so I can see what has happened in our family. These are MY video diaries. These vlogs are for me, I just use YouTube as a method of saving them, and I don't mind people watching them. With social media and my kids growing, posting everything one year later just makes sense to me! So yes, welcome back to covid. I hope, in 2021, that it is GONE. Welcome back to my life. 

I love you all!
This was the week I started treatment for chronic fatigue with a naturalistic doctor. I didn't film much,but here is what I got. I was sick a lot this week with my chronic illness. It was not fun. I want to get better! 

Friday, July 16, 2021

Nostalgic 90s Toy Unboxing

My childhood is in these boxes, and I can't wait to see my kids play with them too. So many good memories...playing dolls with my sister. 

Wednesday, July 14, 2021

my head is full of longing for what it could be

Sometimes I think I am not going to make it. After a hard day. A day where everyone cries, no one likes my food, nothing is clean and exhaustion tethers me to the earth like a kite in a thunderstorm. Is this all it is? This, day after day after day until I die? Laundry, cooking, cleaning the kitchen table with the same rag I washed yesterday, sweeping the same floor clear of crumbs, saying the same things without end.

Don't do that, don't touch that, why won't you listen. 

A inner voice tells me, stop nagging, don't gripe, talk to your children. But sometimes I can't hear it because my head is full of longing for what it could be but what it is not. Why do I think so much about my life, that life I had before children? It isn't coming back. It died the night my baby was born, and something new arrived. And even while I love my life-after-kids, I also battle negative thoughts. Thoughts that churn my mind with impossible dreams. Dreams of writing, dreams of knitting, dreams of devoting myself to creating and dreams of evenings with tea by the fire and comradeship and study. 

Dreams are fine, I suppose, if only I didn't want them so much. It's like I was offered a field, a field peppered with marigolds and buttercups, windswept and lovely, but I can't ever be happy there because I keep looking behind myself at the lake I just swam through, between the lovely green hills. Instead of being grateful for the field, I want the lake back. 

I'm a mother adrift with loathing, trudging through the flowers like a weary traveler twice her age, carrying my rocks of insolence and boulders of antipathy high on my back, my neck sore from looking over my shoulder. 

Every night I count my rocks, whisper their names in the darkness, cling to them like they mean something. I could be free, but who would carry the rocks? I must have some purpose, and thus I make my own, because I am good at doing things by myself.

They seem to grow over time, the rocks. From pebbles to cliffs that crush me. I always did make mountains out of molehills. 

I love my babies to pieces. But it is so hard. And there is no breaks. I am alone. My heart is breaking. I work so hard and no one notices. I am exhausted, I am not enough. I can't do this. These and more are the thoughts that fill my head on the bad days.

What a bleak picture of motherhood I paint. 

Above all, I ask, why can I not be happy? Where is the joy of the Lord that I firmly and deeply believe in? What lies I must be believing, what blackness I shroud myself in. Where is my freedom in Christ? It seems I find it for a bit but that never lasts. Suddenly and inexplicably I'm lost again, buried under the rocks and yearning for a light at the end of the tunnel.

I want God to rescue me from dishes, sweep me off my feet Disney-princess style, save me from drudgery and housework. But God did not die to free me from sweeping and dusting, cooking and working. He sent his son to die so I may enter into heaven, and commune with him there in the holy of holies. 

Matthew 9 "And getting into a boat he crossed over and came to his own city. And behold, some people brought to him a paralytic, lying on a bed. And when Jesus saw their faith, he said to the paralytic, “Take heart, my son; your sins are forgiven.” And behold, some of the scribes said to themselves, “This man is blaspheming.” But Jesus, knowing their thoughts, said, “Why do you think evil in your hearts? For which is easier, to say, ‘Your sins are forgiven,’ or to say, ‘Rise and walk’? But that you may know that the Son of Man has authority on earth to forgive sins”—he then said to the paralytic—“Rise, pick up your bed and go home.” And he rose and went home. When the crowds saw it, they were afraid, and they glorified God, who had given such authority to men.

What is easier for God to do--to save me from my work and my hardships or to save me from my sin? I stand corrected. I stand in awe.

The Bible says very little about the heroes. And even less about those who are caught between the great names. We all want to be the heroes -- the Ruths, the Davids, a Moses or a Nehemiah. But I know I'm not even one who would be listed in the long rambling genealogy of name after name. I won't even be a jot in the Bible after my death. It will be like I never was. No one will remember me. And that is okay. I'll be in heaven, in the great rest, with Jesus and hopefully my family, doing the Lord's will and bringing glory to him. I'm not a hero. Yet I'm here, on this earth, for a reason. And the best I can hope for is to grasp enlightenment before I die. 

I often struggle to see how washing dishes for the 10th time this week or cleaning up pee or folding laundry day after day brings glory to God. But it must, it must because God made me a mother, he makes life and death and his hands turn the great clock that runs Time and all its dimensions. He hung the stars in the sky for us to see and wonder at, and he made me, this thinking feeling creature who cries bitter tears over her own misgivings and wallows in her own wretchedness and sin. He made me and I am here, and I must not rage against the machine but take my place with his strength and plod the paths he laid for me.

Romans 5 "Therefore, since we have been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ.  Through him we have also obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God. Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us."

What truths I have to cling to when I am at the end of my rope. I should turn to the Bible, not give up. 

I am not enough, I never will be. A pampered existence is not what I was made for. I was not crafted by the hands of a loving and omnipresent God for ease and entertainment, but I was made for a work that glorifies God. In motherhood, or out of motherhood, I am made for the glory of God. Not for my own idea of fame or comfort.

If I do not go and purchase oil for my lamp or trim the wick, I will not have a light when the bridegroom comes for me. 

And thus I have to ask myself. Am I living for God, or am I burying my talent in the dirt and living in fear? Am I repeating his promises to myself when days are hard, or am I letting bitterness and sorrow be my pillars? A house built on the sand will not stand, but lo-- a house built on the foundations of stone, on solid Word, that would be a house worth building.

“Be strong and courageous. Do not fear or be in dread of them, for it is the Lord your God who goes with you. He will not leave you or forsake you” (Deuteronomy 31:6)" 

"Gracious is the LORD, and righteous; our God is merciful. The LORD preserves the simple;
when I was brought low, he saved me. Return, O my soul, to your rest; for the LORD has dealt bountifully with you. (Psalm 116:5)

Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you, 7 casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you. Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour. Resist him, firm in your faith, knowing that the same kinds of suffering are being experienced by your brotherhood throughout the world. And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you. To him be the dominion forever and ever. Amen. (1 Peter 5:7)

"Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid” (John 14:27)

Now if only this was easier said than done. It is one thing to know it, to read it--and quite another to live it. May I be faithful, may I be wise, may I be meek. 

Sunday, July 11, 2021

Reubens Second Year of Kindergarden


This may be confusing, but we have decided to wait another year to start Reuben in first grade (or "Year 1" for Ambleside online). He just isn't quite ready--though in many places he is doing first grade work, I feel he isn't ready for everything "Year 1" has. He turns six next week! I may start him on year one next semester (in January of 2022) or wait a full year and start next August. 

We are, however, implementing several Charlotte Mason methods, such as narration and short lessons! That shall be fun!! I am excited about our year.

We will be doing a 4 school-day schedule, Monday through Thursday, with Friday (and the weekends) off. I can't wait!

Here is what we are doing DAILY. (4 times a week)


Morning time - Our "Morning time" will include a prayer, reading picture books, doing our bible memory verses and reading "The Ology" and our bibles. (45 min)

Math - We will be finishing up the second half of First Grade Math from Masterbooks. (10 minutes)

Geography - Either "Under the Home" or "On Mission". (10 min)

Violin - 10 minutes practice each day, Suzuki method 

Reading/ Phonics - We are doing spectrum phonics "kindergarten book" and the SCM delightful reading kit #2 (10-15m)

Walk - Every day we will take a walk somewhere to get our energy out, midway though our lessons! (15 min)

Nature Journaling - after our walk, perhaps? Something we collected! (our rainy day is to do UTH) (10 min)

Here is what we will be doing WEEKLY. (1 time a week)


Composure Study - we will be studying the music of Handel (15 min)

Paper Sloyd - We will be going through the book by Edith Anne (20 min)

Nature Study - We are doing "Exploring Nature with Children" (2 hr) 

Tea time, poems and picture study - we will be studying the art of Giotto and reading poems, drinking tea, baking together (30 min)


In September we start a Co-op (I am teaching geography in the co-op this term). The co-op will be doing clay modeling, picture study, drawing, P.E. and Natural History together! The co-op meets twice a month, and Reuben and I are very excited. 

Here is to another year of school! 

(What are we doing with Becky? Well, she will be there for all of Reubens stuff, I got her a Pre-k workbook but that's really so she's occupied while I teach Reuben. We will wait until she's 5 to start anything formal) 

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Saturday, July 3, 2021

I chopped off ALL my hair!

It's all gone!! And I LOVE IT. Also, it has been a week and I only had half a migraine this week!! Usually I have 2-3 a week, so maybe the cut helps! (I had a ton of hair omg)


It's so short!! I'm so happy. I can style it curly or straight and its so much fun and easy. Squee. I thought I could never have short hair but I am pleasantly surprised and in love with it! <3 ITS PERFECT.

Thursday, July 1, 2021

complaining about Reuben's camp for five minutes

Reading, resting, and homeschool planning. That about sums up my June. A lot of reading. A lot of resting, and much homeschool planning! 

I also think I would make a bad public school parent. Reuben went to a day camp. I have actually wanted to send him to this camp since I visited it (and read about it) and talked to many others who had sent their kids there. 

However, this is pandemic year, and even through this camp is all outdoors and there is no mask mandate in our state currently, he was made to wear a mask all week unless eating or swimming. I sent him with one ply masks because he's FIVE and cannot breathe when its 80 plus degrees out in our muggy Virginia weather with a 2 or 3 ply mask over his nose. It was mind boggling to me that a five year old child had to wear a mask for his camp!!! When I picked him up his mask was literally soaked and gross and, ugh. I don't get it. When I signed up there was nothing on the website about masks. I received the mask info two days before Reuben started camp in an e-mail. Talk about stressful. 

Another thing that bothered me was the food. The website had this amazing sounding dining service promising vegetarian food that came "mostly from their on-site garden" and would be full of local flavors and veggies. It spoke of how the kids would learn to cook on a campfire and even start their own fire. Reuben was really excited when I read that part to him!! It said portions were reviewed by a child dietitian but extra portions would be allowed. Alas, he came home unhappy the first day because what they fed him for lunch was sunbutter on bread. He said no extra food was ever allowed. He came home hungry every day. The next day was noodles with plain tomato sauce, and the third day was a parfait. They could put fruit or cheerios on it. When you read their website they make it sound like something else...this is my child who loves salads and is a growing boy. Literally I would pick him up at 3:30 and he was crying from hunger!! Like, what?? 


The first day I picked him up he was holding his mask on. I sent him with a one ply mask and he said he lost it (that happens) but he forgot I put another one in his pants pocket for just this reason. They gave him a really thick polyester mask that was three ply (I know this because I cut two layers off the back to send it back with him the next day) with their logo on it. He was holding it on his face because he said "it falls off when I let go and they yell at me to put it back on". BUT NO ONE HAD HELPED HIM ADJUST IT. He is five, and he has never worn a mask before!!!! LIKE HELP HIM. A camp counselor should notice this. I feel like they either didn't care or they were not paying attention to my son like they should have.

Another time I picked him up he was carrying his shoes. He said he couldn't get them on after swimming and--why did no one help him put his shoes on??! HES FIVE. I expected him to be cared for, but maybe that was asking too much.

The next day, day two--he did yoga. He came home saying he hates yoga. I sent my son to camp and they made him do yoga. He said it was for two hours but I am sure it was like 20 minutes or something. When I picked him up he said he was hungry and also he had been so bored that day. I felt sorry for him but I brought him back the next day! 

I forgot to mention something. Every time I dropped him off the "camp nurse" would take his temperature.  Each time they would ask six questions about covid and illness. The second day I said yes to "do you have a headache" and this caused the camp nurse to FREAK out. First of all, I was honest. I have migraines, I'm not sick. OMG. She didn't seem to know what to do, but let him stay. The next day I saw her standing far away talking and they didn't temp the three cars in front of me, and I kind of relaxed. Like, maybe they are not going to temp? Well, no. They didn't temp anyone else but my son. Because I said I had a headache the last day. (Okay, so I only saw the few cars in front of me and behind me but she ran to my car and temped Reuben and then walked away again. She singled him out!!) She remembered the car I drove and even asked me "has your headache become a sickness" I (in my head) was like NO I WOULDN'T TAKE MY SON TO CAMP IF I/HE WERE SICK) but I just said no. She temped Reuben every day. It felt personal. 

I'm getting angry just thinking about it!! 

Another time Reuben forgot his shoes and I had to drive home and get them. I couldn't believe, one, he would forget his shoes, and two, that I wouldn't notice, and three, WHY. oh well. Also, they said I had to go get his shoes as he could not attend camp without shoes--when the day before I picked him up without shoes because no one would help him put them on. I went and got them and brought them back. 

There were things he enjoyed about camp. He loved swimming, and the zip line, and making his cup out of clay. He loved the woods. He could do without the yoga and the masks, thank you very much. He loved the s'mores they made on Friday, the last day of camp (and finally a day of making the campfire!!) He wanted to do more crafts. He was sad they only did one craft the first day (making the clay bowl). We do more crafts than that at home!!!!

Anyway. I came to the conclusion that the camp was a scam, and I am not going to send him there next year. By scam, I mean it wasn't the enriching amazing experience the website made it sound like, it was a glorified babysitting service. 

Also, how do public school moms do this every day? Drop their kids off not knowing what is happening and pick them back up? I missed Reuben like crazy! I knew it was only a week and I hoped he would have fun, become more of himself from being away from me a bit, and give myself a much needed break. The break was awesome, but my blood pressure rose a bit from all the things the camp did that made me angry. 

Anyway, if I can get this mad over a summer camp, I could never send him to school, at least not while he is little. I mean, who knows if he was able to communicate aptly about his day?? He IS only five. A lot of what he told me made me mad, but literally there was no one to talk to about it. Drop off was from cars. I wasn't allowed out off my vehicle due to covid. I guess I could send an angry letter but what would that do? So, I never said anything. First of all, I didn't want Reuben to be treated weird because of some complaint I made, and two--because I didn't think it would actually change anything. 

I just feel stressed about the whole thing. And yes, I realize nothing I have complained about it "that bad" but it was just so different from what their website said and what he and I expected. Sigh.

Saturday, June 19, 2021

Music Study of Handel (Charlotte Mason Method)

I joined a co-op that meets twice a week for two terms (a fall and spring term). Reuben and I are excited! One of the things that I liked about a co-op was the "doing it together" aspect. Our planning meeting is next week so I don't know what I will be teaching yet--but each one of the six moms will be picking a subject and teaching it throughout the terms, as well as providing lesson plans for the weeks we won't meet. Even through our kids are all different ages there are many subjects that can be combined. We will be picking from Natural History, Picture Study, Drawing, Recitation, Composer Study, Singing, Physical Exercise, and Handicrafts. Other subjects like Geography and Foreign Language may be able to be done together--but I am not sure. 

I made a list of three that I would enjoy teaching. Number one for me was Handicrafts, but I am sure that will be a popular one among the moms, so I am not holding my breath. Number two was Composer Study, even through I know nothing about historical composers I do know a bit about music having played the clarinet though high school and college. Number three on my list was geography, most specifically the geography of VA. I am going to make lesson plans to present to the others in my co-op and also for my own use! 

This is my lesson plan for term study on Handel using the Charlotte Mason Method. This lesson plan can easily be done by one family! The PDF can be downloaded here and explains everything inside. Let me know what you think, and come back and leave a comment if you use this in your homeschool. 

I hope I get one of my top three choices but I am nevertheless excited for our term to begin and to start schooling together. I am going to make lesson plans for the study of geography in VA and also for paper sloyd--would you like to see those when I am done?  

Have a great weekend, and God bless.