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  • Making Christmas

    When it comes to Christmas shopping for my kids, I’m a believer in the “something to wear, something to read, something they want, something they need” guide. This gives each child four gifts and a stocking, plus a couple extra joint gifts from Santa to share as a family. It works for us.

    This year was a different year for Christmas shopping. Instead of carefully writing out lists and choosing presents that would stretch our budget the furthest, James and I embraced extravagance. No one would be deprived this year! With no plan whatsoever, we went to a toy store and randomly bought things that we thought our kids would enjoy. Then on the way home, we bought them each a bike.

    It was so much fun. Just this one year only, it wasn’t about finding something to fit the budget; it was about what would bring a smile on Christmas morning. Funny enough, not including the bikes (which we would have had to buy in the summer anyway), the kids still ended up with four gifts and a stocking, and a couple board games from Santa to share as a family. Not so extravagant after all, I guess.

    Making Gifts

    In addition to our lack of careful planning, this year was a bit different in that we ended up buying most of the other gifts, unlike most years when I try to make a good chunk of them myself.

    I enjoy making gifts. Last year I made hand lotion bars for my friends and family, plus a couple cowls and a pair of Star Wars mittens. I knit at least one gift every year, I think. We’re also big fans of giving out food – usually cookies or nuts. When River was just three, we made gourmet hot chocolate mix for everyone. We even printed off photographs of her making the mix and the stuck them on the lids of the jars – who wouldn’t love something with this cutie on top?

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    How was this five years ago?!?!

    My favourite handmade gifts to date are the dolls I made two years ago. I decided that each of our girls should have a beautiful, handmade Waldorf-style doll. They start at $100 each though, so I figured that I would save some money and make them myself. And, of course, this brainstorm didn’t hit me in October or even November – no, I ordered the fabric from Sewfunky on Etsy a mere two weeks before Christmas. Thankfully, Tanja helped me out by expertly sewing the body outline, meaning that I didn’t have to waste precious time learning how to sew knit fabrics on my old sewing machine.

    The dolls themselves were fairly simple to make – more time consuming than anything. And because I apparently thrive on staying up for 12 days straight, I also knit each of the dolls a mermaid’s tail using this pattern on Ravelry. I don’t think that I slept for the entire two weeks, but it was worth it. The dolls were beautiful and my girls were thrilled.

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    Well, River was more thrilled than Harbour, though in Harbour’s defence, she wasn’t even three yet. But River was in love. She immediately knew that these dolls were special, and as the years have gone by, she’s grown even more attached to her “Madeline.”  She sleeps with Madeline at night, often using the doll as a pillow. She talks to her, reads to her, plays with her. Madeline is everything to her that I hoped she would be.

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    Given how much she loves her doll, I wasn’t surprised that River included a small wish list for Madeline when she wrote out her letter to Santa this year. Aside from the knitted mermaid’s tail, I never made any doll clothes like I promised and River thought she might enjoy a few outfits. It was a reasonable request and I figured that I should get some in case Santa picked something else off her long (loooooong) list. And honestly, I’ve been meaning to make clothes for years – I’ve just never got around to it.

    So with just two weeks left until Christmas, I put the girls to bed and then pulled up Ravelry.com to browse through knitting patterns. Nothing motivated me to cast on. I snuck into River’s room and stole her doll for inspiration.

    I set up the doll beside my computer screen and took a good look at her. Geez, she was looking a bit rough. Her embroidery-thread mouth fell off well over a year ago, replaced with a mystery pen smudge. Madeline’s nose had completely disappeared too. And she was pretty flat from so many nights of doubling as a pillow.

    Huh.

    Maybe instead of making clothes, I should be fixing the dolls. Would taking them apart be foolish? Would I be able to put them back together?

    But how hard could it be? I’d just need to take the head off of the body, add some stuffing and then stitch it back on. And this would be a chance to fix the stitching around the neck, which I’ve never been satisfied with. When I first made the dolls, I tried to hide it with a fabric band, but it almost makes the flaw stand out more.

    I put the doll down and searched Google for a tutorial on how to attach doll heads. I picked a video at random and quickly learned how simple it is. Seriously, where were all these videos two years ago?

    Well, my mind was made up. With about two weeks until Christmas, I decided to rip the heads off my children’s beloved dolls. I felt like this had the potential to ruin the whole holiday.

    First, I took Harbour’s doll. I figured that if I screwed it up horribly, Harbour wouldn’t be as upset as River. In fact, she probably wouldn’t even notice at all. I put on some Christmas music, grabbed the small scissors from my sewing kit and starting snipping at the stitches. The neck band came off easily, followed by the head. There was no turning back now. I let out the breath that I didn’t know I was holding in.

    There is something disturbing about a disembodied doll’s head lying on the floor. Of course, that’s the moment that River chose to get out of bed and join me in the living room.

    “What are you doing?” she demanded to know. “Are you fixing the doll?”

    “Uh huh”, I replied, in what I hoped was a confident, not-panicking voice.

    “Are you going to do that to Madeline?” she asked next.

    “Depends on how this one goes,” I answered. “We’ll decided together.”

    River was fascinated by the process. She quickly returned Madeline to the bedroom to spare her any emotional trauma and then came back to watch. I let her stay up for an extra half hour and she sat beside me on the floor, silently passing me wool to stuff inside the doll’s head. More and more wool went in, filling it out. It was unreal how much we stuffed in there. When I didn’t think any more would fit, I just pushed harder. Once the head was perfectly round, I started on the body. Soon the legs were thicker, the belly was rounder and the shoulders were stiffer. I must have added a good 50% more wool in total. Finally, long after I sent River to bed for the second time that night, I stitched the head back on the body.

    It turned out beautifully. The doll looked so good. The final touch was a bit of red on the cheeks using a red wax crayon. Good as new.

    Can you see the difference? I’m sorry, I know the features are hard to see in this photograph. Harbour’s doll is the one on the left with pale grey eyes. Her body is plumper, her neck is much cleaner, and her head is rounder.

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    The next morning, I showed the doll to River and she decided that her beloved Madeline could use some restoration as well. This, of course, was far more nerve-racking. I waited until River was out for the evening at a Christmas party, took a deep breath, and started snipping away.

    River’s doll turned out to be trickier to fix than Harbour’s had been. I had to reshape the head almost from scratch. I decided to add a nose – a needle-felted ball of wool sewn into place. I added a mouth and rosy cheeks. Again, I added a good 50% more wool to the doll, then started restitching her just as River returned home. River was a bit taken aback at how different her doll looked, but she was pleased at how beautiful it turned out. I’m not sure she’s sold on the nose yet, although I’ve pointed out that the doll had a nose when she first got it.

    DIY Waldorf Doll

    I’m so glad that I took those two nights to work on the dolls because they taught me a lesson.

    As I sat on the floor and stitched away, I was very aware of how content I felt.

    You see, lately I’ve been overwhelmed. The girls are at each other’s throats 24/7 and every time I turn around, Forest is into mischief. He also just cut four teeth, which means he hasn’t slept well in weeks. Given how frazzled I’ve been feeling, I very consciously tried to avoid making gifts for everyone this year. I didn’t want to put that extra stress on myself. I thought I was sparing myself.

    Yet, with that being said, those two evenings when I sat beside River working on the dolls, when I had Christmas music playing softly and the lights were lit on the tree – those two evenings were my favourite time of the whole month. They were magical. Sure, the shopping for the gifts was fun, and watching the girls open the gifts was fun. But they didn’t bring me that deep sense of happiness that I had as I worked with my hands to make something beautiful.

    I didn’t realize until that evening that I had deprived myself of something I love this year. Handmade gifts, even simple ones, are special. Next year, I’ll try to remember that the act of making gifts, no matter how small, is part of what makes Christmas special to me.

    And with any luck, I’ll remember that in October, rather than two weeks before Christmas Day.


     

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  • But I’m Just a Stay At Home Mom

    This post contains affiliate links, a giveaway, and possible warm fuzzies. For more information on affiliate links, please see the Privacy Policy.

    When I was a kid, I kind of figured that I’d grow up to be someone. You know, like an important manager in a company or a well-known journalist or something. Someone that other people looked up to. It never occurred to me that I’d choose to be a stay-at-home mom or that the people looking up to me would be my three stay-at-home kids trying to see if there are boogers in my nose.

    But I’m not complaining. In fact, the life of a homeschooling mom can be pretty darn sweet. I get to do a whole lot of fun stuff with my kids and count it as school – and doing school automatically means that you’re being productive. Nice, huh? So unlike regular moms, I don’t have to drag my kids off to school on crummy days;  instead, I make a second a third another cup of tea and relax on the couch in my pyjamas while my oldest describes the classic novel that she’s reading. And I don’t have to go to boring office meetings like other grown ups; I get to go on nature walks in the forest with our fellow homeschooling families. And I don’t have to smile politely at cranky customers; I just tell my cranky kids to go play outside. Ha. How many times have I wished in the past that I could tell a cranky customer to just go fly a kite…?

    But I’m not going to pretend that I don’t feel a twinge of jealousy when I see photos from my fabulously wealthy (aka employed) friends on Facebook with their lovely furniture and pretty clothes and dreamy vacation photos. Vacations? If my kids are lucky, I might put on my best jeans (maternity, because they’re the only ones without holes), squeeze the three of them into the backseat of my eleven year old car and take them to a library in the next city over as a treat. Exotic.

    Of course, those feelings of envy rarely last long and I soon remember what’s really important. Like keeping my iPhone out of the reach of my one year old, for example. And maybe installing a lock on the toilet.

    Honestly, I can’t believe my that my phone hasn’t been destroyed 72 times over. And believe me, when it finally gets shoved in the toaster one last time or thrown out the back window on the highway, I am not buying another one.

    I don’t think I ever understood the saying that “a penny nickel saved is a nickel earned” as well as I do now as a stay at home mom. When you’re part of a one-income family, you have to watch those coins carefully, and as the main shopper in the house, I really believe that my job is important. When I cut wasteful spending from our food budget, I can allocate more money towards our hydro bill. By sharing one car, I can allocate more money towards … our hydro bill. Seriously, it’s 2015. Why does electricity cost so much? Doesn’t the sun send us power for free every day?

    Anyway. My husband works and I scrimp and we strive for a simple lifestyle so that we can make it work and it’s mostly wonderful. Wonderful family, wonderful home, wonderful friends, wonderful life. I have been so, so blessed.

    But this weekend was a harsh reminder that the world is a cruel place for many others. France, Lebanon, Iraq. Syria. Stories of suffering. Sadness. Pictures of children that have no bed to sleep in, children that are the same age as my children. I felt so useless, so powerless to help.

    All I want to do is … something.

    I want to do something concrete, something that will help even just one person feel a tiny bit better. But what? I don’t have a job. I don’t have extra money to send off for food or water or medical supplies or toys. When tragedies happen, I feel incredibly frustrated because my family’s simple lifestyle doesn’t do anyone else any good; my cancelled cable bill isn’t going to comfort anyone overseas.

    It’s way too easy to do nothing because everything you can do feels inadequate. That’s stupid though. The “go big or go home” mentality should only apply to to 1980s’ hairstyles, not acts of kindness.

    So, after some prayer, I decided to reactivate my Barefoot Books ambassador account. Now, this honestly feels like the single most insignificant thing I could do, but it’s something. I figured that a lot of people will be doing Christmas shopping over the next month and that I could donate the profits from all my sales before Christmas to a charity. I’ve chosen to give the money to my church – we’re fundraising so that we can sponsor a refugee family. It feels appropriate. It feels tangible.

    Maybe you’re a fellow stay-at-home mom too, feeling helpless when you watch the news. Just do something that adds more love to the world. Maybe you could sell some of the clutter from your basement on Kijiji and give the money to a food bank. Maybe you could babysit a few times before Christmas and donate the money to your favourite charity. Maybe you could open a Tupperware account or a doTerra account or a Norwex account or a Barefoot Books account and give the profits from your first party to the cause of your choice. Get your kids involved, even. Are you homeschooling? Running a little business together can be a great learning experience. With the holidays coming up, people are looking to shop anyway.

    And speaking of shopping…

    Please check out the Barefoot Books website (affiliate link). You’ll find beautiful books and other goodies like puzzles, cooperative board games, and more. I’ve sold Barefoot Books for years as both an ambassador and a store retailer, and I’m continually impressed by the quality of their products.

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  • Adding Poetry to our Day

    If you enjoy my post, be sure to check out how we use Wayfarers, a history + EVERYTHING curriculum from the same publisher!

    Forest, my one year old, didn’t fall asleep until 8:30 last night, leaving me absolutely no time to get to my homeschool meeting which ended at 9:00. Well, I still went, of course. I mean, what homeschooling mother turns down the chance to leave the house, interact with grown ups, and clear off the snack table?!

    I miss the days when I could take Forest with me at night, but sadly he’s too old now to drag to meetings and knitting circles and coffee dates and all the other evening activities that I require in order to keep my sanity in tact. When he was younger Forest would just sleep wherever we went, but now he’s too distracted by the noise and the people and the food and the ever-present yarn. This isn’t fair to him, because he needs his sleep. This isn’t fair to anyone else either, because it’s hard to focus on the topic of the night when a one year old is flashing some serious dimple love at you. Well, it’s hard for me to focus, at least. I just assume that everyone else is as smitten as I am.

    Anyway, I was a bit bummed to miss last night’s meeting because it was the night that every brings in their favourite curriculum and shares why it’s the greatest thing since the invention of the denim jumper. And this year I have the best curriculum and I was so excited to share it with the group!

    Sigh.

    Yeah, I’m pouting.

    Well, I’ve decided that a little thing like “physical absence” can’t stop me from sharing my picks, right? I’ve got a blog and zero motivation to do housework this afternoon.

    Oh yeah. It’s time for a review…

    Our Favourite Curriculum Picks for 2015

    These are the choices that I will be gushing about over the next month, ideally once a week.

    Literature/Grammar/Poetry/Copywork/Picture Study/Copywork: English Lessons Through Literature by Kathy Jo DeVore
    Mathematics: RightStart Math
    Foreign Language: The Easy Spanish
    History/Geography: Wayfarers Medieval History

    English Lessons Through Literature
    Grammar, Copywork, Picture Study and Poetry

    I think my favourite curriculum find of the year is English Lessons Through Literature (ELTL). I purchased it last June as an eBook during one of those Build Your Bundle deals that pop up from time to time. Honestly, I scrolled through the file for a few minutes, but it just looked so simple that I kind of dismissed it without giving it a chance. And to be fair, I purchased level one, which has a lighter workload than the following years.

    Then, in August when we started our school year, I realized that the ELTL lessons were conveniently scheduled in my Wayfarers planner and I figured I should give it a shot. I mean, I owned it already, right? No harm in trying it out. I found the file on my computer and printed out a few week’s worth of lessons.

    I had no idea that I would love these little lessons so much.

    Simple? Yes. And so perfect.

    Not too long, not too short. A pleasant mix of “teacher-led” and “independent” learning, covering grammar, poetry, picture study, and copywork using quality literature. The Charlotte Mason in me was like, “wwwwwwwhaaaaaaaaat??!?” (Just kidding, the Charlotte Mason in me is far more articulate and dignified and even has a haughty British accent.)

    You see, Charlotte Mason believed that our job as educators is to provide children with a wide buffet of rich ideas, ranging from fine literature to poetry to classical music to art. And I think that’s what captures so many of us as mothers – the thought of filling our children up with so much beauty and excellence.

    Except whenever I tried to do it, I fell flat. I’ve never been able to find a way to integrate poetry and picture study into our day without it feeling unnatural. I’d say something like “Ok, that was math, next is science, but let’s read a poem about a fluffy cloud first!” or “Let’s go to the park – oh but, wait. Scale back that excitement and stare at this painting for a minute and tell me how it makes you feel.”  Yup, needless to say, it didn’t get done much. But now with English Lessons Through Literature, we have a block of time every day that is dedicated to these all these little “would-like-to-dos” that never, ever got done.

    So how does it work?

    Our Daily Rhythm

    At about 10:30, I put the kettle on for a cup of tea and send River off with the day’s reading. Currently we’re reading through Just So Stories by Rudyard Kipling, so each day we hear about how the camel got his humps or the leopard got his spots or some other tale. The language is a bit … dusty? classic? old-fashioned? … but that doesn’t phase River. She comes back and tells to me what the story was about (narration is a big part of a Charlotte Mason education).

    Once that’s finished, we each sit down with our tea and I go over a point of grammar using a sentence or two from the story. Being level one, the grammar lessons are pretty simple, but since they are points that rarely come up in every day conversation, it’s nice to have a chance to just review them out loud.

    For example, in lesson 27, River read The Beginning of the Armadillos. The day’s grammar lesson was simply when to use a versus an, with a sentence from the story that demonstrated the principle. We’re talking a 30 second lesson here.

    Poetry

    After our grammar highlight, we read a poem. They’re usually pretty short and I have been impressed with all the poems so far – they’re charming and my daughter loves them. I really wish that I could read them to her but she always insists on reading them to me. I know. Homeschooler problems, right?

    This lesson’s poem was by Christina Rossetti:

    What Do The Stars Do

    What do the stars do
    Up in the sky,
    Higher than the wind can blow,
    Or the clouds can fly?

    Each star in its own glory
    Circles, circles still;
    As it was lit to shine and set,
    And do its Maker’s will.

    Picture Study

    Once we’ve read the poem, we do a fable or a picture study. If it’s a fable, I read one of Aesop’s Fables out loud – stopping before we get to the moral. I get River to narrate the fable back to me so that I know that she understood the story, then we both guess at the moral of the story. Sometimes we’re WAY off. Sometimes I think Aesop was way off. Either way, it’s fun to see how close we are (we are never, ever close).

    On days where we have a picture study instead of a fable, I have River quietly look at a painting for a couple minutes. Then I take the picture away and she tells me what she remembers from the painting. It can be anything – details in the picture, how it makes her feel, what she likes and doesn’t like. When she’s finished, I give her the painting again and she can point out anything that she notices the second time that she didn’t notice the first time.

    Copywork

    The last part of our lesson is always copywork. For copywork, we’re given a sentence from the day’s reading, often one that includes the grammatical principle that we reviewed. I write the sentence out in cursive and then River copies it in her best handwriting. The whole exercise doesn’t take long, but with this daily practice, River’s handwriting is coming along nicely. I love that I don’t even have to think about what to write out for River – I just use the sentence that’s provided.

    The convenience is one of the things that make ELTL one of my favourite finds of the year. I also like that the literature selections are more challenging than the Glitter/Fairy/Cupcake/Club-type books that River gravitates to at the library. Soon we’ll be finished Just So Stories and then the lessons will switch to readings from Five Children and It, The Jungle Book and then Pinocchio. Honestly, I’m nervous that they’ll be too much for her, but my plan is to have her read along while an audiobook plays, then narrate the chapter back to me.

    What I Love About ELTL

    Another reason that I love this curriculum is that the lessons have some variety in them. They aren’t entirely teacher-led where I’m reading to her the whole time. They aren’t entirely independent, where River is left to daydream work through the material on her own. There is some reading, some writing, and some narrating, and this back and forth keeps the lesson from growing tiresome.

    Finally, I love that the lesson is short; half the time we’re finished before River even touches her tea. Even so, the tea and structure of the lesson have become a morning ritual that River looks forward to.

    Want to know more? You can check out the review by Cathy Duffy, as well as a thorough description of the program on the Barefoot Ragamuffin Curricula website. As with all curriculums, I also highly recommend printing off the samples and trying them out with your family. A free sample is available on lulu.com.

    I’ll be reviewing Wayfarers from Barefoot Ragamuffin too, but first I’ll write about RightStart math and the Easy Spanish. If you’re searching for a curriculum or you just like researching curriculum (never be ashamed, my fellow nerds), be sure to join my Facebook page so you don’t miss the next post.

    Adding Poetryto our Homeschool Day

     

  • How My FitBit Helps Me Slow Down

    About a month ago, I discovered that I somehow had earned enough points on my credit card to get a FitBit Charge. What?! Cool! Wait – how much have I have been using my credit card? Whatever – I pushed aside any concerns and ordered my FitBit on the spot.

    A FitBit is a fancy step counter. My Charge counts the number of steps I take, how far I’ve walked, how many flights of stairs I’ve climbed and even how many times I was restless during the night. It’s supposed to calculate the amount of calories I’ve burned too, but I don’t see how that’s possible given that it can’t tell when I’ve got a 20lb baby strapped to my back.

    I’ve wanted a FitBit for ages because I want to know if I actually spend all day on my feet like I think I do. When I swear that I’ve put in miles and miles just returning toys from the living room back to the bedrooms, am I exaggerating? Because if feels like I never, ever stop. I’m sure you know the feeling.

    Take a typical 15 minutes from some random day: we finish breakfast and I start clearing dishes from the table. Forest is still happily sitting in his high chair playing patty cake with the yoghurt that now coats his tray, so I take this opportunity to dash down the stairs to throw a load of laundry in the washer.

    When I turn to leave the laundry room, I step squarely in a pile of cat puke. Now I have to hop up the entire flight of stairs and all the way to the bathroom so that I don’t accidentally leave a trail of kitty vomit covered with bits of kibble and tufts of cat fur. I get to the bathroom and wash off my disgusting foot, then rush back to the kitchen table because Forest is getting antsy. Oh, and he’s covered in yoghurt.

    I rush back to the bathroom to grab a cloth and then run back to the kitchen table to wipe down his hands and his face, which is apparently one of the 53 recognized ways to torture a one year old. My normally chill baby screeches in protest, flinging his head from side to side, but I’m persistent and I get the job done. I put the baby down on the floor and – what was I doing? Right, the dishes.

    I take a quick lap around the house to find any stray dishes from the night before and then realize that I’ve left the dishwasher open, which means that a) Forest has climbed up on the door and is now jumping on it or b) he’s chosen to forgo his favourite trampoline and instead he’s made a beeline for the cutlery tray. Why oh why do use so many knives in this house? And forks?

    I run back to the kitchen to find that it’s actually: c) he’s systematically pulling the glass bakeware out and throwing it to the ground. I move him away from the dishwasher and he howls with rage for 2.8 seconds because now he sees the pantry door has been left open. I let him run over to the pantry while I make myself more tea and start washing the dishes that don’t go in the dishwasher. Forest happily plays with vinegar and I figure that’s the best possible thing for him to mess around with, because if it spills, it’s like cleaning the floor by accident. Win.

    OK, the kitchen is looking good and the baby is happy – I run out of the kitchen and up the hall to tell River that we’re going to start math soon, then run back to the kitchen to find that Forest has opened a bottle of Worcestershire sauce and is dragging it into the living room. I run to the bathroom to wet a clean cloth and I try to wipe the thick sauce off his hands before he can make it to the couch. It’s much harder this time around because he’s not strapped in a high chair and he thinks this new game of tag is hilarious. Do I look like a fun mom that plays tag? No – I cut him off and then hold him down between my knees so that I can clean his hands.

    Then I wipe the floor and run half way to the kitchen before I realize that I left the bottle of Worcestershire sauce in the living room and, yes, Forest has it again. I grab it from him and then head back to the kitchen for another cloth to clean the floor with. In the kitchen, I find Harbour stuffing dish towels into the drawer. She tells me that she spilled all of her milk but that she cleaned it up herself life a big girl. Using every single towel in the drawer, of course. Despite this, I shower her with praise because this really is progress, and then I gather up all the towels in my arms and carry them straight to the laundry room. Where I step in cat puke. Oh, right. That.

    Sigh.

    While, not always in this order, all these things have happened to me so many times that I’ve lost count. The worst part is that I never, ever stop moving long enough to rest or regroup or realize that keeping the Worcestershire sauce in the bottom drawer of the pantry is stupid.

    But I decided that FitBit was going to fix this, because it would actually confirm that yes, I spend all day running around. A FitBit would to justify my exhaustion at the end of the day. It will give me tangible proof to wave in my husband’s face that I did not spend all day on Facebook – well, ok, I did spend all day on Facebook, but it was from my phone while I chased the kids down the street and not sitting in front of the computer.

    The FitBit will give me permission to take a break.

    Because these days, I don’t even know how to take one.

    I’m not very good at taking breaks. I have a hard time sitting down and doing something I enjoy, like knitting or blogging, when my house is a mess. And, yes, I know that having a clean house isn’t the most important thing in life (save your comments), but right now I have a newly minted ONE year old (sob) that wants to put everything in his mouth, and if I stop for a second, he is going to find that tasty Barbie shoe hidden under a towel or the meatball that Harbour stashed under the living room chair or the cat barf in the laundry room. Crud – have I not cleaned that up yet? Seriously, why do we even own cats when we’re already outnumbered by kids?

    But listen – I need a break. I’ve been reading so many great books lately about the need for rest and I’m sold. We need to rest. Mothers need to rest so much more than we do – and I have some thoughts on why that is. If I’m ever going to get around to writing about them, I’m going to need to find some time to myself.

    With that in mind, I have set two goals for the next two weeks. First, I want to try and get my 10,000 steps by the kids’ bedtime, and then I want to stop, guilt-free. Second, I want my Sundays to be different from the other days of the week (another thing I hope to write about as soon as I have a chance) – I want to see a noticeable decrease in my step count on those days as proof that my days was not spent rushing from room to room to room. I think those are both reasonable goals, no?

    Today (a Sunday) has gone pretty well so far. Forest had a good 90 minute nap and I was able to work on this post. My step count is under 5000, which makes me happy – that’s a lot of sitting! And to top it all off, I know without a doubt that I don’t have to worry about the Worcestershire sauce spilling today, because Forest hid it a week ago and I haven’t found it back yet. Except that I might need it for dinner tonight so I suppose I need to find it.

    Huh.

    I guess I better get moving.

     

    A FitBit can confirm that I spend all day running around. A FitBit can justify my exhaustion at the end of the day. The FitBit will give me permission to take a break. Because these days, I don't even know how to take one.

  • Mom vs the Wasps

    You know those times when your child asks you something and you’re distracted so you just kind of mutter “sure, sure, that’s fine” and then you discover later on that you’ve actually agreed to host a fairy tea party? Or does that only happen to me?

    This took place months and months ago. Snow was still on the ground and a party in the garden seemed so far away that I didn’t even mind that much when I realized what River had asked for. I mean, surely she’d forget by spring, right?

    Wrong. All spring and all summer, River has been nagging me to set a date. Finally we agreed about a week ago to do the party on August 27 at 1:00 – yesterday afternoon.

    This whole past week has been wrapped up in the party. Our lesson plan was all but abandoned, but that was okay. I actually thought it might be a fun little side project for us with a whole bunch of learning opportunities. We would tidy the backyard together and clean the house together and write out the invitations together and plan the menu together and prepare the food together. I got very excited  At one point I was mentally calculating how much it would cost to knock down our old shed and erect a party-perfect gazebo. The frugal life does not come naturally to me. Just ask my local Starbucks barista. Thankfully, a friend loaned me a dining tent instead, which we would need because there is a pear tree in my backyard that is a bit of a wasp magnet.

    Much of the week before the party was spent cleaning up the house. River protested this loudly and often: “It’s going to be an outdoor party, mom. OUTSIDE. Why do we need to clean my room?!”

    Ahhh. A teaching moment about planning ahead. “Well,” I replied. “What if your guests want to come inside to play dress up? Or what if it rains during the party?”

    She thought about that for a moment and decided that maybe, just this once, I might be right. “You better clean the bathroom too,” she answered. Yeah, thanks.

    So we cleaned and planned and prepared and cleaned. The day before the party, we weeded the patio and carefully picked up all the pears on the ground so that they wouldn’t attract wasps. Then we set up the dining tent and put a table inside. It was good. The backyard looked decent and the tent was big enough to squish in all eight girls. Everything was going to be fine.

    On the morning of the party, I went outside to hang up some bunting that I found in the basement and a few paper lanterns that we usually keep in River’s room. Then I brought out every chair we owned. It was a bit mismatched, but shabby chic is still in, right? The girls and I spread a couple linens over the table to hide the dirt – they were dismayed by the holes but then amazed at how they virtually disappeared with some strategic layering. By the time we added a few mason jars with flowers from my yard, the table looked downright elegant.

    We headed inside to prepare the food. We made tiny sandwiches and toadstool canapes and a watermelon fruit bowl. We added gummy worms to the chocolate cupcakes that my husband whipped up the night before. River washed the tea cups and I brewed herbal tea. We worked at a comfortable pace and things were going well. I sent River off to get ready while I started to bring the cups and saucers out to the tent. And then I discovered that we had some party crashers.

    Two very scary wasps were angrily trying to break through the plastic ceiling. Huh. I was going to have to catch them and set them free.

    Let me just pause and tell you that I’m terrified of wasps – bees too, but unlike wasps, bees produce the nectar of the gods. As a self-proclaimed honey connoisseur, I grudgingly allow for them to exist. Seriously, I once bought an ounce of honey for $20 because it was supposedly made from albino bees from the top of a mountain in Hawaii. I mentioned that frugal living doesn’t come naturally to me, right?

    Wasps don’t produce honey, though. Sure they contribute to pollination, but they also sting. On purpose. And they don’t even have the courtesy to die afterwards.

    Being a good mother, I try to fake it when my kids around. When we see the bees and wasps buzzing around, I talk about they are super important to food production. I tell them how scientists don’t even know how bumblebees can fly with such tiny wings. I marvel at how these little flying creatures are like mini miracles all around us. I urge the girls to just stand still and admire them.

    But heaven help me if one of those little miracles of nature flies anywhere near me. My soothing voice is immediately replaced with something akin to a screeching owl as I flail my arms around psychotically and yell “Get it AWAY! GET IT AWAY! KILLLLLLLLL IT!!!”

    For the record, I do this with pretty much all bugs. Spiders, earwigs, mosquitoes, moths. Lady bugs. Stink bugs. Gahhhhh….

    But today we had a tea party to host, so I had to swallow my fear and get inside that tent.

    I took Forest off my back and stuck him inside the house in a play pen. I pulled on my husband’s smelly hippy poncho so that there was less of me available to sting. Then I grabbed the container from the oats that we had finished off at breakfast and put some watermelon in the bottom to entice the wasps to fly in. I carefully unzipped the tent and looked around. Only one wasp was visible. I searched for a minute but decided that the second one had either escaped on his own or was lying in wait to attack me from behind.

    I climbed up on the table, carefully stepping in between the mason jars with flowers. I held the container up to the wasp but he was too smart to fall for my trap. Finally, I just cupped the container against the tent, capturing the wasp inside. As he flew down to the bottom, searching for another exit, I slammed the lid on top.

    Oh, he was mad. 

    He started flying kamikaze-style into the sides, trying to bust his way out. He completely ignored my peace offering of watermelon. I gingerly climbed back off the table and onto the ground, then unzipped the tent and stepped out. Once I was in open space, I paused to look my prisoner more carefully. A yellow jacket wasp, I’m fairy sure. He was actually pretty cool to watch. I briefly considered keeping him until after the party so we could observe him a bit more and draw him in our nature journals, but then he started butting up against the lid and suddenly he hit it hard enough that he made an opening. I screamed like I had just been bitten by a shark and I hurled the whole container into the air. It hit the shed and burst open. The wasp flew out and up over the trees.

    I returned to the tent and this time I saw the second one flying around. I grabbed the oats container from the grass and screwed up my courage to go in for round two. I unzipped the opening and this time, the wasp mercifully flew right out. A huge sigh of relief.

    With our unwanted party guests out of the way, I went back into the house to get the rest of the cups and saucers and the name cards. Guests would be coming in 20 minutes and this wasp adventure had wasted too much time. River and Forest came with me and we began to set the table. Then we heard loud buzzing and looked up. Two more wasps had found their way into the tent.

    I sent River inside with Forest and I geared up for battle again, this time stepping between three mason jars filled with flowers and eight cups and saucers spread around the table.

    I caught the first wasp without too much trouble, but when I hurled the container into the air so that it would open far from the tent, the lid stayed tightly closed. Crud. I went over to pick it up – the wasp was super ticked off. OK, I felt a little bad. I wouldn’t love being shut in a container and thrown through the air either. But how would I get him out without getting stung? I tried throwing the container once more but again the lid remained closed. Finally, I left the container beside the fence, figuring that it wasn’t air tight and he had tasty watermelon to enjoy until I returned to free him. Sorry buddy – guests were on the way and I had one more wasp to catch.

    Wasp #4 was the worst by far. I caught him in an old yogurt container but I couldn’t get the lid on. He kept squeezing himself between the tent and the rim of the container every time I tried to slide the lid over top. Eventually I just froze, standing on top of the table amidst the flowers and cups and saucers and started calling to River for help. Honestly, I’m not sure what she could have done, even if she heard me. She had to watch Forest. Finally, I took a deep breath and jumped off the table.

    The wasp started flying around with fury while I fumbled with the zipper and finally managed to escape. I ran inside and told River that the party was GOING TO BE INSIDE and she quickly agreed. She doesn’t like wasps either, no matter how much I lie about how awesome they are.

    I ran back to the tent and opened up both sides so any other guests could leave freely, then I started grabbing things from inside. Guests started arriving as I carried chairs up the stairs. I sent the kids to River’s room to play while I set up out the cups and saucers and flowers on the kitchen table. It wasn’t nearly as elegant as our outdoor tent had been, but thankfully we had cleaned, just in case. Because sometimes there is rain. Sometimes there are wasps. But mom is always, always right.

  • The Sweater Reveal

    This past month has been stupidly hot. And I don’t like hot. I lie around on the couch moaning to anyone that will listen, which is pretty much only the baby – he likes it when I lie down because then he can stab his sharp little fingernails up my nose.

    At one point as I lay on the couch I was certain that I was melting – literally melting – and then I realized it was just my own tears of misery. Because I am a wuss when it comes to summer.

    But this week? This week there has been a hint of fall in the air. And last night, when I suddenly remembered that we left ALL THE TOYS in the backyard, I realized that it was a touch too chilly and a lot too mosquito-infested for me to risk going out in bare arms.

    Cue the sweater. And not just any sweater – the sweater.

    Remember sweater that I started a year or so ago? The sweater that people cruelly implied that I’d never finish, simply because I rarely finish anything? Pfffft. Precedent.

    Well, I wore that sweater last night and it was delightful. The soft, warm wool protected my delicate arms from both the cold and the mosquitoes, directing them towards my exposed ankles instead. Bliss.

    In case you’re new to my blog, let me introduce you to this sweater. I bought the wool in the fall of 2013 to celebrate gettig my dream job with a organization that promotes Waldorf education. The wool embodied the hope I had with this potential new work, and it also provided some comfort when I left the job a month later. Booo.

    Oh well, I’m not one to stop knitting just because of a little emotional set back. I slowly started to knit a pullover and I was fairly happy with my progress – until I discovered a few months later that I was pregnant with Forest.

    I realized that a cardigan would be more practical for nursing, so I ripped out the pullover and I began my sweater again in cardigan form in the early months of 2014 (taking a long break in the summer to knit a bunch of adorable longies for the baby). And when our sweet baby was finally born, I kept on knitting my sweater as he slept in my lap, waking every so often to swat away the yarn that draped across his face.

    Remember these photos?

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    WIP #1:  A New Project on the Needles (September 4, 2014) – I remember this photo. I thought that there was a chance I could have the sweater done by the baby’s arrival. Ha ha ha. Pregnant women think the silliest things.

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    WIP #2: A Nine-Month Project is Complete (September 24, 2014) I took this photo after taking a bunch of pictures of our new little baby. It’s crazy how different the yarn colour is from photo to photo. It must have been a late afternoon sun or something.

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    WIP #3: Han Solo Mittens (October 16, 2014) – Starting the arms! Progress stalled after this as I worked on some epic mittens and a few gorgeous cowls for Christmas.

    And now it’s done! With buttons and blocking and everything! Yeah, baby!

    Sigh. I can’t even believe that when I downloaded this pattern, our baby boy was just a teeny tiny little being, still months and months away from being born.

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    Oh, the cuteness. This guy kills me.

    With fall around the corner, he’s going to need a vest or two. I’ve already picked them out – Griffin by Georgie Hallam and Snowy Penguin Vest by ChemKnits. I’ve already started a couple projects for myself too – Gale by Alicia Plummer and Reyna by Noora Laivola. I promised a Little House Shawl or two for the girls as well. Mmmmmm… so much wool.

    I’m so glad that summer is almost over.

    This post has been linked to Ginny’s Yarn Along and Frontier Dream’s Keep Calm Craft On.

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  • A Day in the Life of our Homeschool

    Earlier this year, I tried several different times to do a “Day in the Life” post because I love reading these kind of posts on other homeschool blogs. I kept putting it off though – partly because every day is so different from the last and partly because I’m afraid that people will judge me because the kids aren’t memorizing the periodic tables or writing their third concerto. I’ve read your blogs, people. Your kids are superheroes. Mine have trouble finding matching socks.

    I finally managed to scratch this out shortly after my husband finished his parental leave, when Forest was about six months old and I was getting used to being with the three kids on my own. I’m not sure why the post was never published, but I came across it when I was updating my blog and figured I should share it.

    I picked a Monday to feature because Mondays are my favourite day of the week. I find that I’m refreshed from the weekend and I’m excited to start learning with my kids. Tuesdays are good too but then on Wednesdays we visit with friends and family and on Thursdays I lose steam and start to wonder if I’m jeopardizing the girls’ futures and by Friday I’m seriously considering public school. It’s good to have a consistent weekly routine, right?

    So here we go…


    Goals for a random Spring Monday

    ✓ Math: Games to Learn Math Facts from RightStart 
    ✕ Copywork: Lesson 16 from Pictures in Cursive
    ✓ History: Chapter 3 of A Viking Adventure
    ✓ Literature: Finish Chapter 16 of A Little Princess
    ✓ Life Skills: Bake Bread, Clean Bathroom with the girls
    ✕ Nature Study: Readaloud from a Nature Reader, start seeds


    Today, I woke up at 5:30 to make sure my husband got out the door in time for work. It’s his first day shift since he’s gone back from parental leave and I was nervous that he’d sleep through his alarm. I couldn’t fall asleep after that so I laid in bed and daydreamed and browsed Facebook and watched my kids sleep and prayed for people that I know and love.

    The baby woke up around 7:00 so we spent the next half hour make faces at each other. Well, I made faces and he just smiled with varying degrees of dimple depth. He’s a one-trick pony.

    At 7:30 I decide that there is no chance I’m going to fall back asleep, especially with a six month old that keeps stabbing his pointy nails in my face. After I change his diaper, we wander off to the kitchen so I can make tea. At this point I decide that I should finally do my “day in the life” blog post since it’s going to be an “average day”.

    8:00: River walks into the kitchen with a huge grin and announces that she’s been awake for hours. Sure. Then she asks if we can watch the Roar, the music video by Katy Perry. I’m immediately embarrassed that I’ll have to include this detail in my blog post. It’s likely the only music video that my kids have ever seen and the only Katy Perry song I know. We’re normally much cooler than that. Or is Katy Perry cool? I have no idea. Honestly, we usually just listen to classical.

    While River watches her video (twice), I start my morning routine, which loosely consists of making tea, loading or unloading the dishwasher, starting a load of laundry, and cleaning up the kitchen floors and counters.

    Rivers tells me that she’d like to write a book for her cousin in New York and gets to work. It’s going to be completely written in rhyme, she tells me. This could take a few days.

    Harbour kind of wanders in and says hello. She’s confused when I tell her that Daddy isn’t home and she goes downstairs to check that I’m not lying. Once there, she is quickly distracted by our vast collection of LEGO and doesn’t return until breakfast time.

    8:30 – I start cooking up some steel cut oats for breakfast and clean up the counters so that we can bake bread. At 9:00, we eat the oatmeal and at 9:30 we start school by kneading some dough.

    I love kneading dough. It is exhausting though, so I decide to count this as Phys Ed as well as Life Skills. Today is the third time we’ve made bread and I’m not sure who enjoys it more – River or me. We split the dough into two and knead it together while we quietly look out the kitchen window, commenting a bit on the buds growing on the trees and the house sparrows that live in a little nook of my neighbours’ house, right outside our window.

    We leave the dough to rise and then head off to the bedroom. River begs me to finish off a chapter of A Little Princess but I decide that we need to do a History reading first. We read a short chapter of The Viking Adventure and I ask River to narrate it back to me.

    (Narration is used extensively in a Charlotte Mason education – it essentially means that I read to my daughter and then ask her to tell me what I just read. I’m always blown away with the amount of detail she can recite, even when I’m positive that she’s not paying attention at all. She often uses voices and gets swept up in the story as she tells it back to me.)

    Today River works on a cross stitch project as she listens to the story. She just started cross stitching yesterday and seems to be growing more confident. I hope she doesn’t get bored – so far, she has a low boredom threshold for the Handiwork projects that I love.

    After 15 minutes or so, we finish the History reading and start reading A Little Princess (Literature) while Forest nurses in my lap. We’re only a few chapters into the book and the story is exciting. When we finish off the chapter, River begs me to start another chapter but at this point I’m getting tired because I’ve been up since the crack of dawn. Forest has fallen asleep so I pull up the audiobook recording on Libravox and we listen to the next chapter together. River works on her cross stitch and I work on mending a pair of jeans that are full of holes.

    Once the chapter is finished, we return to the kitchen to punch down the dough. Then we shape it into loaves and let it rise again. River goes off to play with Harbour.

    Forest soon wakes up and starts to fuss. Ugh. A short nap. I decide to take a shower while the two girls are occupied and I cram the playpen into the bathroom and stick the baby inside.

    Once I climb in the shower, Forest immediately starts to cry. I sing to him the only song that comes to mind, which is, of course, Roar by Katy Perry. Harbour wanders in, because children are inexplicably drawn to closed bathroom doors. She announces that she needs a bath right away so I promise to be quick. I get out as soon as I can but of course by that point she’s lost interest.

    Once I’m dried off and dressed, I offer to play a Math card game with River because I’m concerned that she’s not recalling basic math facts as well as she used to and I want her to practice. We choose Go to the Dump, which is a game by RightStart math. Go to the Dump is just Go Fish, but instead of finding pairs, we find numbers that add up to 10.

    It’s 12:30 now and the bread is done. I know we’re supposed to wait for the bread to cool down but we’re hungry and it smells good. I cut in immediately and we eat half a loaf.

    After we’ve eaten, it’s 1:00 and I decide that I’m ready for our quiet time. For some reason, this sets River off. She doesn’t want a quiet time all by herself. She’s bored. Everything is boring. Reading is boring. Playing is boring. Colouring is boring. I finally convince her to work on the book for her cousin while she listens to Sparkle Stories on the iPhone.

    We just started quiet times on Friday so this is only our second one. I need them. I want to see if I can cope better in the evenings if I have a break at some point during the day. My hope is that Forest will eventually nap at this time too. Today I am lucky, he naps and I am able to keep my eyes closed for 30 minutes. Harbour spends a good portion of that time trying to pry my eyes open with her fingers.

    Finally I get up. It is now 2:00 and I ask if anyone wants to go outside. The girls are enthusiastic, so I start to get Forest dressed and tell the girls to get themselves ready. River suddenly turns on me, angrily yelling that I’m a grouch. Which is kind of funny because I haven’t lost my temper at all today. I was a total zen master. I’m kind of at a loss on what to do. Clearly my kids need to get outside but I decide that I need to deal with this attitude first. River gets a time out.

    Once the time out is finished, we move outside for Nature Study. It takes forever and a day to get the kids dressed and even though they are excited to go out into the yard, I still have to bribe them with a chocolate to actually get them out the door. Seriously, why is leaving the house so hard???

    When we get outside, it is raining a tiny bit but not enough to worry about. We happily walk/skip/run to the end of our street, which is a long way for Harbour’s little legs. On the way, River finds a snail shell and gives it to Harbour. We spend the rest of our trip looking for more snail shells.

    When we get home, Harbour buries the shell in a bit of leftover snow and then digs it up and again, and then buries it in the snow and digs it up again. River and I look through the old leaves for signs of spring growth. For some reason River, my nature girl, suddenly goes inside but Harbour, my nature hater, stays out for another 20 minutes until her hands were too cold to dig any more. This gives me such hope for the summer.

    We come inside and find River playing with some dolls. Harbour tries to join in but River wants time to herself, alone in her room. “Well, that’s what quiet time is for. So that we each have time to ourselves everyday,” I explain.

    “Can we do quiet time again now?” she asks. Right.

    I tell her that I have something even better. It’s 4:00 and I want to squeeze in our daily clean, another new thing we’re trying. “We’re going to clean the bathroom” I say dramatically. She rolls her eyes.

    I go to the kitchen and fill a bottle with vinegar, water and a few drops of lavender. Then I fill a bowl with baking soda and drag the girls to the bathroom. Because can anyone resist fizzy bubbles, or as I think of it, science? My family certainly can’t. The two girls happily took turns sprinkling baking soda and spraying vinegar while Forest cries bloody murder in his playpen beside us. Fine. I pick him up and we all scrub the counter, sink and bathtub. The girls clean the mirror and then I put Forest down in the Exercauser and I clean the toilet while he screams some more. I tell the girls that it’s time to take a break because I need to calm him down.

    While I nurse him and he bites me, the girls tried to play Go to the Dump themselves, which doesn’t really work at all because Harbour is way too young for the game. I decide to do supper a bit early and I suggest toasted waffles. The girls are confused – what are those?! It’s yesterday’s leftover waffles, reheated in the toaster. OK, it’s hard to make that sound good but it’s a novelty and they both agree.

    2.7 minutes later, dinner is on the table. Booyah.

    After dinner, the girls play until it’s time for River’s kids club. We walk her there and, later, we walk back to pick her up. At this point, it’s past everyone’s bedtime and I unceremoniously put them in bed. Because I. am. done.


    These days, half a year later, our days have a bit more structure and and a bit more school work and a bit less Katy Perry. But back in the early days of spring, our days were intentionally light on lessons because I knew that we had to be flexible as we adjusted to my husband back at work and our baby. I figured that as long as we did some reading and some math each day, we would be okay. After all, no one has ever been turned away from university because they didn’t learn the parts of a flower in grade two, right? Meh. I’ll have to remember to delete this post when River fills out her first university application.

    If you’ve got a “day in the life” post on your blog, please be sure to link it below in the comments. I love seeing how different families do school! 


     

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    A Day in the Life

  • From Waldorf to Charlotte Mason

    Charlotte Mason Quote: Never be within doors when you can rightly be without.

    Have you ever wondered about our switch from Waldorf to Charlotte Mason education? This is why we moved from one to the other in our homeschool, and what attracted me to both styles of educating.

    Both Waldorf and Charlotte Mason homeschooling methods encourage playing in the woods

    Charlotte Mason homeschoolers value nature journalling at a young age

    Expect lots of flower drawing in a Charlotte Mason homeschool

    Both Charlotte Mason and Waldorf homeschools value nature hikes

    Both Charlotte Mason and Waldorf homeschools encourage time in nature

    Climbing trees is important in both Waldorf and Charlotte Mason homeschools

    Both Charlotte Mason and Waldorf homeschools value nature hikes

    We started school again on the first Monday of August – a whole month earlier than the public schools up here in Canada. When I look back over my notes from the week, I see that we didn’t finish close to a third of what I had planned. Despite that, I feel like the week was an overwhelming success because it changed the whole atmosphere of our home. The fighting decreased dramatically and we had some amazing moments – moments like:

    ~ relaxing with River on the couch in the evening, both of us knitting while we listened to the first chapter of A Wrinkle in Time.

    ~ sitting with River at the gardens of a local church and sketching flowers while Forest tried to eat our pencil crayons.

    ~ spending lots of time outside with friends – two visits to the Royal Botanical Gardens, a homeschool hike at a conservation area and a trip to a local farm with a lovely area for kids to play in.

    And then, to finish off the first week with a bang, I attended a Charlotte Mason conference on Saturday, which gave me some new ideas and perspectives for our homeschooling year.

    A Charlotte Who conference?

    Right. I know that I throw the name Charlotte Mason around on the blog from time to time, and I get that it might not be familiar to everyone. Even among homeschoolers, many people are unfamiliar with her ideas. Well, the new homeschoolers. Old-timey homeschoolers are probably sick to death of us bringing her up. Ha.

    Discovering Charlotte Mason

    I remember the first time I heard of Charlotte Mason. River was taking a year off of school. It was Junior Kindergarten (JK), so I didn’t have a lot planned in the way of curriculum. I decided to follow a Waldorf program because I had enjoyed the local school’s classes so much — but when it came time to do the Waldorf lessons at home, I discovered that we were both a little … bored. No worries, it was just JK, right? We just focused on play instead. And the next year? Well, I’d figure it out by then, I was sure. Or by first grade. Definitely by second grade.

    One day, River and I came across a gathering of homeschoolers at a park. I went up to one of the women — I remember that she had long, blond hair and a really gentle voice. She embodied the type of easy-going, mellow mother that I want to be when I grow up.

    I was excited to meet another homeschooling mother and I asked her about the group. She told me that it was a group of families that meet regularly to sit under a big shady tree and read out loud together. She said it was a “Charlotte Mason” homeschooling group.

    A what now?

    I remember that she laughed sheepishly. She said that she has a hard time summing up all that is Charlotte Mason, but the part that really drew her in was the emphasis on living books — books that capture the imagination of students and make the lessons come alive. She said the children learn about English and geography and history and science by reading really great literature — and when I heard that, my heart skipped a beat. That’s what I wanted.

    And then I went home and promptly forgot the name Charlotte Mason. Like, completely. In an attempt to find that woman back, I kept returning to the park, but I never saw that group again, and finally, after a few months, I completely forgot about that chance meeting. Even though we’ve returned to that park many times over the years, I’ve never seen them again.

    My Favourite Parts of Waldorf Homeschooling

    No matter. We finished JK and then River went back to school for a year. When we pulled her out of public school for grade one, we turned to Waldorf again. Because have you seen a Waldorf blog? They make life look pretty beautiful. Besides, there are so many aspects of Waldorf education that I like:

    • An emphasis on outdoor experiences.
    • The delaying of formal education until at least the age of 7.
    • An emphasis on imagination, expressed through creative play and the telling of fairy tales.
    • An attention to handiwork, like knitting, woodworking, felting.
    • An appreciation of natural beauty expressed through homemade clothes, simple toys, and lovely nature tables.
    • Rhythm is stressed through days, weeks, years and holidays.
    • Wool. Just so much wool.

    I never aimed to be a Waldorf purist (my kids don’t like hats) but I was happy enough to let the Waldorf culture inspire our daily rhythm.

    And then, by chance, I unexpectedly stumbled across the name Charlotte Mason again and this time I wrote the name down, and I bought the books and I joined the study group and I found the Facebook groups. I knew without a doubt that we found our happy place.

    My Favourite Parts of Charlotte Mason Homeschooling

    That was a year and a half ago now, and I haven’t looked back. We love Charlotte Mason homeschooling. I’ve meant to write about this method of teaching, yet like the woman I met at the park that one summer afternoon, I find it hard to know where to start. It’s not just a curriculum, it’s a lifestyle. So after a lot of thought, I decided that I should follow the example of the woman that first introduced me to CM and tell you what appeals to me:

    • As parents, we’re to present our children with a rich, wide selection of ideas using literature, poetry, classical music and art. I never thought reading poems with my kids would be fun but they love the beauty of the words and the music and their enthusiasm is contagious.
    • In our curriculum, we use “living books” which are books that capture the imagination and make the information come alive. These books might be non-fiction, where you can feel the passion of the author as you read the words. The books could also be fiction too, teaching us about other times and places and cultures with great characters and interesting plots. I think that we all learn much better through gripping story lines than we do by memorizing dry facts.
    • Our lessons are short. Charlotte Mason believed that, for young children, each lesson should be 10-15 minutes long and all formal lessons should be finished in the morning so that the afternoon can be spent playing outside. She also stressed that during those short lessons, the children should focus intensely – no daydreaming or distraction allowed.
    • There are no workbooks or other busy work. Children listen to a reading or read a selection themselves, and then they narrate it back to you in their own words to demonstrate understanding. It’s harder than it sounds – and River is far better at narrating than I am.
    • Spending time outdoors is important. I’ve read in one place that we should be outside for 4-6 hours a day; I’ve heard elsewhere that children should have at least 5 hours of free, unprogrammed time and that 3 of those hours should be outdoors. Right now, we’re aiming for a minimum of 30 minutes daily. Sigh. Baby steps. Baby steps.
    • There is an emphasis on imagination, expressed through creative play and lots and lots of fascinating stories.
    • Handiwork, like knitting, woodworking, and felting, are part of the curriculum. That makes trips to the yarn store an “educational expense.”
    • Habit formation or character building are equally important as other studies. After all, we want our children to grow up to be thoughtful, capable people as well as educated, right?
    • Charlotte Mason didn’t push preschoolers to read and write – she held off on formal lessons until the age of 6 and focused on habit training and nature study instead with younger children.

    Can you see how the same things that appealed to me in Waldorf appeal are found in Charlotte Mason as well? But where we struggled a bit to incorporate Waldorf into our homeschool, Charlotte Mason feels natural and easy.

    The following sites will give you more information on the Charlotte Mason style of homeschooling:

     

  • Finding a Summer Rhythm

    Back in May, River put down her Calvin and Hobbes book and exclaimed that summer vacation was less than a month away. I laughed out loud before I could stop myself – summer vacation? What summer vacation?

    Our whole school year has been “relaxed”. With a baby in the house, even our best laid lesson plans were often interrupted by nursing and changing and napping and teething and dimples that would distract even the most committed scholar. And besides that – I’m the first one to toss lesson plans out the window on a nice day, choosing adventure instead.

    Given our leisurely pace of study, there was never any doubt in mind that we’d continue school right through the summer and catch up as much as we could before starting the next grade in the fall. But when I told River that there would be no summer vacation, the look on her face made me feel like a tyrant. Calvin and Hobbes had told her that summer time is the pinnacle of childhood and I was denying her that glorious gift of unfettered time.

    I immediately caved a bit. “Well, we won’t do everything in the summer. ” I said. “Like, we can just play math games instead of doing math lessons.” I was relieved when she nodded enthusiastically – math games are fun for both of us.

    “And we’ll do more hiking when we can.” I continued, “And maybe we’ll try and do more science experiments.”

    “And can we keep reading our science books?” she asked.

    “Of course. We’ll do our geography stories too.” I replied.

    “And keep reading Airborn?” That’s our current family read aloud.

    Right. So our summer school wouldn’t actually be that much different than the rest of the year, other than dropping ten minutes worth of spelling and copywork. River was satisfied and so was I.

    But then summer came, bringing camping trips and Vacation Bible School and endless park dates with friends that are normally stuck in desks during the year. Without realizing it, five weeks slipped by without us picking up a single school book. Suddenly we found ourselves in the dead of summer and I had absolutely no motivation to start up lessons again.

    Beyond September to June

    The idea of learning through the summer might sound strange to non-homeschoolers, but year-round lessons are somewhat common in homeschooling circles. A curriculum is typically designed for 36 weeks, but there is no rule anywhere (not in Ontario, at least) that says you have to complete those 36 weeks from September to June. Some families choose to do six weeks on and two weeks off all year long. Some families choose to take June and December off instead of July and August. Some families start in January instead of September. You just pick the schedule that works best for your family.

    It’s kind of fun to be in charge of your own school year. I think it would be great to take a whole month off in spring and another one off in fall – I love to be outside as much as I can during those seasons anyway. Cancelling classes for all of December sounds good too – life is already so busy then. When I think about it, though, I know that year-round schooling works best for our family. My kids thrive on predictable, structured days and they become unsettled when we deviate from the schedule for too long.

    I’m constantly amazed at how much more peaceful our lives are when we do our lessons. On school days, River is more cheerful. She’s more helpful. She’s engaged in her readings and she’s far more interested in her school work than in pestering her sister. Harbour does better too. Without River picking on her, Harbour is free to play unhindered. She hasn’t done formal lessons yet – she comes and goes as she pleases, joining in our lessons when they interest her. At four, I don’t expect much more than that.

    On school days, I’m also a better mother. I have more energy because I’m not wasting my time dealing with 487 fights before lunch time. I’ve got a plan for the day – things to do. A purpose. I notice that I yell less and I smile more. On school days, I’m far more likely to pull out the paints or bake bread. I’m more the kind of mom that I want to be. I earn my mom apron.

    But somehow I forgot all that this summer.

    Then one evening I was telling my husband about a particularly horrific day and I remembered. I remembered that every time we move away from our structure for more than a few days at a time, my kids start to act out. I remembered that my kids need rhythm and routine. Honestly, I need this maxim embroidered on some canvas and hung above my bedroom mirror.

    That night, my husband and I decided that school lessons needed to start up again right away. I began reading through lesson plans and making lists of supplies and books. As I worked, my motivation slowly returned. When I had a good grasp of the lesson plan, I turned my attention to the house and gave it a good clean. Next, I examined our schedule and decided that I need to take control of my mornings by getting up earlier. The summer sluggishness has melted away and I’m raring to go.

    When Your Kids Need Structure

    Have your kids been fighting non-stop? Maybe they would benefit from a simple summer rhythm. It doesn’t have to be school-based, like ours is – you certainly don’t need to start each day with math drills in order to bring peace to your home.

    Instead, think of some fun activities or themes that you could incorporate into the days until school starts. Mondays could be joke day, as an example. Maybe Thursdays could be board game day where you play Snakes and Ladders or Wildcraft or Monopoly after lunch. Pick a day each week to have a picnic at the park, or do a puzzle, or go for a bike ride after dinner. It doesn’t matter what the activity it – the point is that it happens consistently on the same day each week. This gives your child a bit of structure on those long, limitless summer days.

    Every book I’ve read suggests that having absolutely no boundaries isn’t freeing for kids – not the way it seems to us as adults. It can actually be stressful for them. I can only imagine how two months of total freedom could actually be overwhelming to a child – that’s a lot of time to fill.

    Summer Camps and the Sensitive Child

    There’s another part of summer that interferes with a regular rhythm. I’ve noticed with my own children – River in particular – that week-long summer camps create an emotional roller coaster. Think about it: you have a quiet week at home where you’re relishing slow mornings and lazy afternoons, then the next week you have camp and it’s suddenly GAMES! NOISE!! FUN!!! It’s a sensory-overload for a full week. When River participates in summer camps, she consistently has meltdowns after the second day and isn’t sleeping well by the fourth day. The fifth day is exhausting because she’s devastated that she’s losing her teachers and new playmates. The next week is spent in recovery mode as life is quiet and boring again. But everything is done in week-long stints – it’s rare to find programs that run all summer long and allow for any form of weekly rhythm.

    If you have sensitive, introverted children, you might have noticed “summer camp syndrome” too. Sure, some kids seem to thrive on new adventures every day – but there are plenty of children that don’t. It’s up to us as parents to determine if our kids can handle the “fun”.

    I’m thankful that I remembered the emotional overload from last year and turned down all the camp programs except for one week of VBS. We even found a place that does swimming lessons weekly instead of every day for two weeks straight like most local places – and the lessons will continue on for the rest of the year. Once we start our homeschooling lessons next Monday, our weekly schedule will be almost the same as it is in the fall. And honestly, I can’t wait. My kids are desperate for a little less free time.

    Finding a Summer Rhythm

  • Goodbye to Tea for Three

    Sometimes you need a change of scenery.

    When my kids are at their absolute worst, I like to throw them in the car and head out for a hike. We have a trail just ten minutes from my house that’s perfect. Sometimes when we’re hiking, we see unbelievably long carp swimming in the stream under the bridge – apparently they bring luck. Other times we see toads hopping across the path, only to magically disappear against a rock. Swans often swim up close to us and wait for my kids to toss handfuls of food into the water. Chickadees and nuthatches will eat seeds right out of our hands – it’s like being in a Disney movie.

    It doesn’t matter what mood we are in when we arrive – the quiet peace of the forest always brings us joy and we leave the trail in a much better state of mind.

    Of course, there are other times when my kids are at their absolute worst and I just put on a movie. Then I lock myself in the bathroom with a bowl of heavenly hash ice cream and let the birds land on Snow White’s hands instead. After all, I’m not supermom.

    Either way, sometimes we all need a change of scenery. And that’s how I feel about my blog right now. I need to shake things up.

    Why? Because I’m not sure what Tea for Three is about any more. I used to write to promote babywearing. Then I wrote personal posts because I wanted people who shopped my babywearing store to know that I was a real person, not a faceless, feeling-less storefront. But now? I pretty much just write for the enjoyment of writing. In fact, I write lots of posts that I don’t publish because I don’t know if they “fit” my blog’s theme. Except that I don’t really have any overall theme.

    I decided that I’d like a blog with a theme.

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    So allow me to introduce Unhurried Home, a blog about choosing a slower pace of life. For our family, that means homeschooling, cooking our own food, and (someday) growing our own food. It means focusing on handicrafts instead of insta-crafts that are finished in 20 minutes and then left to collect dust for 20 months before I toss them while my kids are out of the house. Ok, so maybe that’s not that different than Tea for Three,.

    So how will the new blog be different?

    1) For one thing, there will be less photos of my kids. Hardly any, in fact. As my children get older, I worry more about their privacy. Do I have the right to post their photos online for everyone to see? Is it fair to them to have their lives broadcast to the world? I decided that removing their photos from my blog would be a simple first step towards protecting and respecting them.

    2) Next, I gave the kids new names, mostly because writing out The Princess and The Pixie is awkward. I also hate the baggage that comes with the word “Princess” – I’d hate for new readers to automatically picture my sweet seven year old as a spoiled, demanding child. I mean, it’s cute at three, but not so much at seven. So goodbye to The Princess, goodbye to The Pixie. Hello River, Harbour and Forest.

    3) I also plan to write about homeschooling a lot more. Because homeschooling is our life and our life is wrapped up in homeschooling. Even if you don’t care about math curriculums and art programs, I hope that these posts will still be interesting. I mean, I know lots of people (aka my family) wonder what we do all day…

    4) Finally, there will be more affiliate links. I’ve actually been doing some paid ghost writing for other bloggers lately, and I realized that if they’re making money off of my writing, then there is no reason that I can’t do the same, right? And have you seen the price of food lately? I figure that even a little bit of income helps. I hope the ads and affiliate links won’t scare you off though.

    You might be wondering what will happen to Tea for Three. I had planned to leave it online, but after I moved over a bunch of the posts and removed a ton of the personal photos, the blog just wasn’t the same. So rather than abandoning a stripped down version of Tea for Three to collect cyber-dust, I’m in the process of copying all of my old posts and photos to my computer. I’m planning to format them nicely, print the pages off and then have them bound into a book. Doesn’t that sound lovely? I love the thought of physically holding all that work in my hands – something that I can treasure and even pass on to my kids when they have their first babies.

    In the mean time, it will be good to have a book of memories – a book that I can flip through to remind myself why I signed up for this parenting gig in the first place. Maybe I’ll save it for the days when my kids are at their worst and I feel like I’m going to snap. Maybe it’ll be the book that I turn to when I’ve locked myself in a room with a bowl of heavenly hash ice cream while my children watch Snow White for the 87th time.logo