January has been weird. Last January, the cold cloudy days produced good school time -lots and lots of it. But this January, it's been a struggle to do anything productive. . . or interesting enough to blog about. For one thing, my homeschool readings, rather than inspire and motivate as usual, induced a ridiculous paralysis and fear of doing everything wrong. But I'm getting over it.
Another thing is naptime. Naptime has always been a time for quiet studiousness, effective one-on-one teaching, and long peaceful read-aloud sessions. But now Zahana is no longer napping. I have to say it's been a lot better than I expected. She has done really well at playing quietly, especially for her age and especially for a girl who loves to talk. But still, it has taken some getting used to.
Today for example, I was reading to the kids on the couch and suddenly realized Zahana was not sitting with us. "Zahana, what are you doing?" I called. "Eating," came the muffled reply from the kitchen. "Eating what?" "Sugar," she replied in a voice that suggested eating sugar was what we always do while reading books together.
And then there has been the change in Jeremiah's schedule, which will be a really good thing once I get into the rhythm. But it's taking me a while.
Plus, I can't take good pictures with all this cloudy weather and all these short days. Blah!
So the events that have taken place in the midst of these January doldrums have been less than exciting. Nevertheless, there have been events.
For example. . .
. . . playing with fire. Ooooh!
Phonics card games, math workbooks, playing with blocks, and stopping to watch the snow fall. Exciting stuff.
One night we roasted hot dogs on the fire and saw this moon ring caused by ice crystals in the atmosphere.
Then today I lost my marbles amidst all the ho-hum. It began innocently enough. We recently learned about the Gutenberg press on our timeline and I checked out a book called "Printing" at the library. I told Miah to pick a project out of it. She chose to do the thing where you paint on a piece of paper and fold it in half. We've done it a million times.
I said, "Hey, let's try this one where you make stamps out of clay."
Then Larkin decided to use his hand to make prints. We're getting closer to the edge here.
And here's where we step off.
While I was busy painting bellies, Larkin was running around hanging his paintings all over the walls. "What day is it?!" he asked excitedly.
"Tuesdays are going to be art days! We're going to do lots of art every Tuesday!"
Jeremiah walked in from work to see paintings all over the walls and paint all over his children and no food on the table. And Larkin was declaring that every Tuesday would be like this.
But hey. It's January. Something had to be done!