The art and heart of homeschooling
This week has been a bit of a colorful blur. We’ve had a few sick children around here. One level of the house for the sick, one for the well. We do have well ones! And everyone else is slowly feeling better. So I focused on small victories. Like this one I shared on Facebook… “Sometimes the small victories are the sweetest. Like asking the
It’s just about a given that when you have five children in the house and participate in multiple events that you will have some sickness. Well, we’ve been socked pretty hard the last couple of weeks. Sickness spaced out just right, several doctor visits and gallons of Gatorade. So I thought I’d gather a few, good ol’ basic helps. Offer them up to you with
Why do I love paper plates? Two doctor visits. Three dental visits. A trip to the bank. A stop at the library. And that was just by Monday afternoon. Two more doctor visits and another stop at the library by Tuesday. One more doctor visit on Thursday. Despite all those visits, it was a missing-it sort of week. No drama troupe, no choir, no piano.
I recognized the cough. The bark that comes in the night after tucking in. So the youngest girl and I went out in the cold, night air. Cold air to battle the croup. We snuggled on the front step and awed at the full moon. We decided that this was a treat. Once her breathing had steadied, we went back inside. Daddy had the cool
We had a set back in the girls’ sickness. And I recognized the cough. The bark that comes in the night after tucking in. So the youngest girl and I went out in the cold, night air. Cold air to battle the croup. We snuggled on the front step and awed at the full moon. We decided that this was a treat. Back inside, Daddy
In a quick effort to soothe sore throats, I put some rice on to boil. Absentmindedly, I tossed in several scoops of rice with the unmeasured water. Uh oh. The water has mostly boiled away… add more water. Weepy child… Ah! the rice! Add more water… What resulted was something that looked like Big Anthony with Strega Nona’s pasta pot. We are overflowing with rice.
