So, here's a Chicago-style hot dog! It has onions, relish, tomatoes, peppers, a REALLY BIG pickle, mustard, and I don't know what else. Harold loved it. The kids all raved about this place having the BEST hot dogs they'd ever eaten. Harold was the only one who ordered it like this, though. Most of the kids got them with chili and cheese. Lena told me I had to learn to make hot dogs like these. (Hers was plain.) Thanks, Tony for the recommendation! We loved Portillo's--it's a fun place.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Bus-Schooling...
We are spending today traveling to Chicago. It’s actually a CAP related trip for Harold, and we get to go with him. Sadly, the father of one of the CAP volunteers passed away. Harold and several of the volunteers are going to attend the funeral. We're taking CAP's bus and Harold is driving.
CAP's bus is similar to ours, only newer and bigger. The kids have all made comments about the seats, which are much more comfortable than ours. Instead of bringing their regular school work, I had them each pick a book to read, and they will spend part of each day reading a few chapters. So, today, we’re bus-schooling. I’ll actually be getting to read some myself. I’m pre-reading a few books, trying to decide which ones John Wesley will read next year. It’s a treat for me since some of them are books I never got around to when I was in school. I brought Willa Cather’s My Antonia with me for this trip. John Wesley and William are each reading some Mark Twain, and Jonas impressed me by picking a book that is much longer than his typical fare.
Right now we're at the hotel waiting for Harold to come back and pick us up to go eat Chicago style hot dogs. I didn't know there were Chicago-style hot dogs. I'll let you know how they are! :) One of the girls that came with us actually lives nearby so she and the other volunteers will be staying at her house. Harold and I and the kids will stay in a hotel and spend tomorrow sight-seeing and riding the "L." I'm sure I'll have more pictures to share of our trip soon!
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Large Families...
(This was written by another mom of many children. I thought it was cute and wanted to share it here. Enjoy!)
Patience. I never have to teach patience. My children know that I can’t drop everything for them if I have a baby in my arms.
Work Ethic. My children have learned to work because there are always chores to do in a small house packed with little messy lunatics. And they all learn quickly that sometimes they have to clean up a mess even though they didn’t make it.
Humility. My children have learned it’s not always their turn. They’ve accepted they can’t always get their way because other people have to get their way sometimes. They’ve learned that some children are better at certain things than they are.
Foreign language skills. You can learn a lot of Spanish by watching ten years of Dora the Explorer that you just can’t pick up in two. And now with the Diego spin off I’m practically fluent.
Laughter. The children have learned to laugh at the insane non sequiturs of younger siblings. They’ve learned that laughing just feels better when ten people are doing it along with you.
Competition. Do I really need to go into this? Everything is a competition in big families. The children compete over who reads faster, who drinks their milk faster, who gets to the bathroom first…etc. Everything is a competition and they’re all keeping score.
Life isn’t fair. Sometimes you just give it to the baby because you want a little quiet. Not all the time. But sometimes.
Just say “No.” Being able to say “no” may be the most undervalued skill in this world. The need to be liked is pervasive. The need to be cool even more so. Having brothers and sisters teaches children to say “no” about 143 times a day. It’s a good skill.
Praying. They learn that nothing beats praying together as a family.
Nature/Nurture. Having many children has taught me that nature has a lot more to do with who my kids are than nurture. This is helpful, especially when your children misbehave you don’t have to feel bad about it. Just say “Stupid nature!!!” and blame your spouse’s genes.
Namecalling. You can occasionally call your child by the wrong name and still not be considered a terrible parent. They know who you mean just from your tone. Sometimes if you need something done you can call the wrong name and someone will still show up. That helps.
Spying. My children have learned that they can’t get away with anything. I have spies who look a lot like them who are willing to drop the dime on them for anything. Even at school I’ve got a child in just about every grade. If they do something I’ll hear. That keeps them nervous. And I like keeping my kids a little nervous.
Friendship. The children have many friends. They’ve got girly friends, crying friends, fun loving friends, consoling friends, and crazy friends. And they all have the same last name. And they’ll be there forever for each other. No matter what.
Efficiency. We can get in and out of the car -- children buckled and unbuckled from car seats and seatbelts -- faster than most families of four. (If you want a visualization of this, just think of a raceway and the cars that go in for their pit stop. We are awesome at pit stops!)
Social Darwinism. The children have learned that in our house, it is often survival of the fittest. Whatever is put in front of you, you'd better eat. Or it will be gobbled up by the kid next to you. And sometimes, on especially busy and hectic days, cheese and crackers is dinner. So eat up!
Love. I think my children have learned to love because there are others around them to love and who love them. I honestly can think of no better way to teach children to love than siblings.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
The Secret Sharer...
The following is a quote that I came across yesterday as I was looking through a curriculum catalog. It helped me to form a clearer view of my job as teacher to my children.
This quote struck such a chord of truth in me. Silly maybe, but really--even in homeschooling, after all these years, I still find myself stubbornly "withholding help" (of course AFTER having taught a concept)thinking, "If I help, then it's not really YOUR work." Of course I will help them through the rough patches or reteach a concept when necessary. But after the initial teaching/explanation, when they ask for help, it is with great hesitation that I do so, making sure not to "give away" too much of the answer--as if it's a sacred secret. But really, the point of education is to learn those secrets, That means my job as a teacher is to expose those secrets, not to measure the students knowledge of the secrets. So now it will be with great freedom that I will liberally "help" my students, exposing all those sacred secrets, imparting them to my children freely. Have I mentioned lately that I LOVE homeschooling my children???"Parents must not be afraid to help, and teachers must not be unwilling to encourage the parents to help. "Whithholding help" is one of the "Four Deadly Errors"...and adults who are afraid of "helping too much" are usually the victims of a system that was designed to compare children with other children by segregating them by age and scoring them by standardized tests. In such a system, if Billy's mom helps Billy more than Mikey's mom helps Mikey, then Billy has an unfair advantage over Mikey. And since there's no way the system could get Mikey's mom to help Mikey as much as Billy's mom helps Billy, then the only way to objectively compare Billy and Mikey is to convince Billy's mom to stop helping Billy. There, in a thumbnail version, is a picture of the exorcism of parents from institutional education over the past hundred years. It's a tragedy in which we need not participate." ~Andrew Pudewa (Arts of Language 2010, pg. 18)
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Grandparents, Car-Schooling, and Useless Automobile Club Memberships...
So today’s rhetorical question is, “What would I do without my parents living closeby?” Today is a prime example of how much they do to simplify my life! This morning, Harold left for an overnight business trip to Lexington. Soon after he left, I pulled out of the driveway with the four oldest boys. William had an appointment to have his wrist looked at (we thought he had re-broken it on Friday—luckily, no,) and John Wesley and Cody had music lessons later today. Jonas came along for the ride. They all brought their schoolwork to do along the way. (Today we’ll call it car-schooling.)
That still leaves four kids unaccounted for, though, right? Never! Mom and Dad kept Lena, MaKenzie, Matthew, and Jared overnight last night so I could get out the door this morning without having to rush around getting the little ones up and ready before I had to leave. And that’s a pretty regular occurrence. We have so many appointments for our kids. Before Mom & Dad moved here, we somehow managed to get everything done, but it sure has been loads easier with them close by. The kids also appreciate not having to be drug along to appointments that don’t involve them—plus they get to enjoy the special treatment they get at Grandma & Grandpa’s house!
Some assert that it takes a village to raise a child. While I definitely don’t want the village involved in the raising of my children, let me be the first to tell you that it takes more than just Harold and me to make this family run smoothly! God has definitely put people and circumstances in place to allow us to “cover the bases” during the busy times. I prefer to say that it takes a *family*--extended though it may be--to raise a child.
That fact was made all the more clear today when, driving down busy Route 23 in Pikeville, we started hearing a scraping sound in my Suburban’s engine. We were on our way to eat lunch between appointments, so we pulled into KFC. As I began to turn right, I realized I had no power steering! Thank the Lord that He kept us safe and I wasn’t on a really curvy road when I lost the steering!
I pulled out my “trusty” Triple A card and called the number, feeling very self-sufficient (HA!), and called the number on the card. She asked me where I wanted it to be towed, and I picked the closest location. That’s when it hit me: I still had four kids with me and she said only 2 of us could go. So much for not being stuck! Now I was back at square one. I thought for awhile then I pulled my cell phone back out and called Harold, leaving a message for him to “call me back IMMEDIATELY.” (Can you tell I was starting to panic? ) As I was waiting to hear back from him, I looked out the windows from where we sat in KFC and saw a service station just across the street from us. I decided I would take the truck over there to see if they could help me. Again feeling somewhat confident that things would work out okay, I was able to finish eating in peace.
I did eventually get a hold of Harold and he agreed that we should try the garage across the street, so here we are sitting in the café area of the little service station, the five of us spread out amongst three tables while the mechanics are working on our truck. The boys are finishing up their school assignments while I update this sad, neglected blog.
Meanwhile, Mom and Dad, faithful as ever, are back at their house taking wonderful care of my four youngest ones. I’m so thankful for the peace of mind that gives me, but more thankful for the relationships all of my children are blessed to share with their grandparents. I keep thinking that at some point, I should be the one giving in this relationship. Mom and Dad have given, given, given—all their lives—to me and my brothers, and to the work at Oneida, and before that to the children they cared for as foster parents. They continue to give now, even though, by all rights, they should be relaxing in their comfy chairs enjoying the quiet of retirement. Instead they are wrangling my kids on a fairly regular basis—and believe me when I say that’s not relaxing OR quiet! So, Mom & Dad, if you’re reading, THANK YOU and I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!! I don’t know what our family would do without you!
That still leaves four kids unaccounted for, though, right? Never! Mom and Dad kept Lena, MaKenzie, Matthew, and Jared overnight last night so I could get out the door this morning without having to rush around getting the little ones up and ready before I had to leave. And that’s a pretty regular occurrence. We have so many appointments for our kids. Before Mom & Dad moved here, we somehow managed to get everything done, but it sure has been loads easier with them close by. The kids also appreciate not having to be drug along to appointments that don’t involve them—plus they get to enjoy the special treatment they get at Grandma & Grandpa’s house!
Some assert that it takes a village to raise a child. While I definitely don’t want the village involved in the raising of my children, let me be the first to tell you that it takes more than just Harold and me to make this family run smoothly! God has definitely put people and circumstances in place to allow us to “cover the bases” during the busy times. I prefer to say that it takes a *family*--extended though it may be--to raise a child.
That fact was made all the more clear today when, driving down busy Route 23 in Pikeville, we started hearing a scraping sound in my Suburban’s engine. We were on our way to eat lunch between appointments, so we pulled into KFC. As I began to turn right, I realized I had no power steering! Thank the Lord that He kept us safe and I wasn’t on a really curvy road when I lost the steering!
I pulled out my “trusty” Triple A card and called the number, feeling very self-sufficient (HA!), and called the number on the card. She asked me where I wanted it to be towed, and I picked the closest location. That’s when it hit me: I still had four kids with me and she said only 2 of us could go. So much for not being stuck! Now I was back at square one. I thought for awhile then I pulled my cell phone back out and called Harold, leaving a message for him to “call me back IMMEDIATELY.” (Can you tell I was starting to panic? ) As I was waiting to hear back from him, I looked out the windows from where we sat in KFC and saw a service station just across the street from us. I decided I would take the truck over there to see if they could help me. Again feeling somewhat confident that things would work out okay, I was able to finish eating in peace.
I did eventually get a hold of Harold and he agreed that we should try the garage across the street, so here we are sitting in the café area of the little service station, the five of us spread out amongst three tables while the mechanics are working on our truck. The boys are finishing up their school assignments while I update this sad, neglected blog.
Meanwhile, Mom and Dad, faithful as ever, are back at their house taking wonderful care of my four youngest ones. I’m so thankful for the peace of mind that gives me, but more thankful for the relationships all of my children are blessed to share with their grandparents. I keep thinking that at some point, I should be the one giving in this relationship. Mom and Dad have given, given, given—all their lives—to me and my brothers, and to the work at Oneida, and before that to the children they cared for as foster parents. They continue to give now, even though, by all rights, they should be relaxing in their comfy chairs enjoying the quiet of retirement. Instead they are wrangling my kids on a fairly regular basis—and believe me when I say that’s not relaxing OR quiet! So, Mom & Dad, if you’re reading, THANK YOU and I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!! I don’t know what our family would do without you!
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Froggy went a courtin'...
Today was our homeschool group's meeting. We got to dissect a frog! Notice I say "we"! I think I learned as much as the kids did. I dissected a frog in high school, but it was way more interesting to do this with my kids.
John Wesley and his partner were dissecting poor "Stevie."
Here you can see the frog after the incisions have been made through the skin and the muscle layers, exposing the internal organs. Did you know that a frog's internal organs are laid out much the same as a human's? I learned that today. The yellow stringy stuff you see is fat.
Cody and William ended up being partners. Their froggy, "Archibald," was quite the willing specimen. They sure were engrossed in their discoveries.
Jonas and his partner did a great job dissecting "Frankie the Frog." Above, you can see all the organs removed and labeled neatly.
"Archibald" (William and Cody's specimen) had evidently eaten not too long before he met his untimely demise. When Cody and William opened up his stomach, they found a mostly intact beetle with pinchers. Very cool.
Next month at our homeschool group, we'll be dissecting an owl pellet. Bet you can't wait, right?
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