This weekend I pondered house servants after dipping my toes into The Alice B. Toklas Cookbook. Yes. It makes sense to me. Who has time for pondering the mysteries of life when the realities of upkeep hammers down unrelentingly?
"To everything, there is a season." I know. But this season feels like a treadmill. I hit the pillow at night, running on empty. Morning refreshes, but not too long after waking, I'm back in the saddle again.
My beloved morning solitude was completely decimated by the time change. Eliah has upped the ante and often rushes out of bed in the five o'clock hour to find me. And if I'm still in bed, he's up at 6:15 AM almost like clockwork.
Uncle! I am trying accept it graciously, taking what I can get. But as you can imagine, it is hard.
What the little bugger often looks like by noon,
due to his early morning habits . . . soooo sleepy.
I am also working toward eating at a more reasonable time, starting the evening meal in late afternoon to ensure it happens. It has taken a reordering of habits and expectations, but it is worth the effort.
In other news, we are slowly simmering down into Winter Rest. Our outside work is completely finished for the season and last weekend was the FIRST WEEKEND since last spring that we didn't have a full outdoor agenda. It was amazing, and for Blaine, a little hard to take. He felt lazy, spending the days resting and nuzzling with the boys. Lazy. But when you've been in a full-on run for months and months, it feels strange to sit for a good length of time.
I picked away at little nagging tasks, like reabsorbing last summer's clothing into storage and busting piles that have been building for months. We also took our yearly family picture for the Christmas cards. I might even get 'em out by Christmas this year. Maybe. Last year it was April.
This year was the first year that we actually have a good variety of pictures to choose from. Most years, we've just scrounged with something mostly-suitable. But this year? Three or four pictures were in the running. Wow! It was amazing. I was so pleased.
One of my favorites from the riff-raff
Part of the success came from switching up our positioning after the first few pictures. It added a bit of fun for the fellas - keeping them interested while giving us a chance for something actually nice-looking. So much better. Note to self: do this every year.
And finally, homeschooling. This is our fourth "official" year and I finally feel like a dyed-in-the-wool, baptized-by-fire homeschooler. We have arrived.
We do our morning Circle Time M-TH: Motto, Read Aloud, Hymn, Poetry, Memory Work, Plutarch, Folk Song, Shakespeare, Mother Goose. In that order. Read Aloud: Bible (M-T), Misc. Reading (W), Geography (TH)
Morning Lessons are also M-TH: Math, Copywork.
I have yet to implement Reading Practice, but I have plans to require it 15 minutes per day, M-TH. Both boys are reading, but only do so when forced. I have allowed much time for growth and developmental breadth, but I am inching towards making it more a part of their lives. We read aloud every day, they narrate and listen to audiobooks; but I can't help wanting them to break into their own private world of book-reading.
Fridays are our more relaxed day, where I "catch up" on read alouds, ensure that the bathroom gets cleaned (by Diego and Truen), and we have even been doing "Triangle Time" (haha) with almost-weekly drawings out of Draw Write Now.
So that's it from me. I'm feeling a bit more balanced . . . the out-processing, sharing, and life-record of putting out a blog post is so cathartic. I really should do this more often. (Ha.)
The Littles are napping and the Bigs are listening to Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. (We love-love-love HP on audio.) (Jim Dale is so terrific!)
Word from the mother.