We've had a nice run of weather over the past week or so, and our snow is melting bit by bit. Yesterday it was 55 degrees. Unfortunately it takes more than two weeks above freezing to melt four feet of snow. It seems a little insane to have to put everyone in snow pants, boots, and gloves in order to go out in 55 degree weather, but the only patch of bare ground is a pond that has formed near the chicken coop. The kids have found that the huge melting piles of snow beside the sidewalk make excellent slides, though.
When you wait long enough to finish a post, the weather changes. Looks like we're in for another nor'easter tonight into tomorrow -- freezing rain to snow to rain. Next week looks decent, but one day I will learn not to get my hopes up about the weather in March.
The blog has been quiet because I haven't really had time to write or take or post pictures... and I've also been... hmmm... consumed? with other, homeschool-related stuff. At the end of February, I realized we were yet again in self-destruct mode and some changes needed to be made. The most successful change was buying a Seton math workbook for Farmerboy. He was not enthused about using it for the first time, but once we started in on some subtraction, we ended up doing 4 pages. At the end, he said, "That was sort of -- kind of -- I mean, well, a little... fun."
I couldn't believe it either. Math, fun? Really?
I don't think his sister is ever going to let him live it down.
Another area I've been trying to clean up is science. Not so much for the younger kids, although I did invest in a Sonlight Science I guide just to provide me with some guidance on what to do every day for my science loving 6 year old; ostly for my 13 year old, who has not been terribly interested in science for most of the year. Trundling along in our usual flighty, unschooly way has left him with a 30 hour deficit in science (according to New York laws) here at the end of the year. So I have been on a mission to figure out high school science. I have had a number of interesting conversations with various bright and thoughtful people, and I feel like I have a better idea of how it all fits together now. I've also been able to make some decisions for the end of this year and into the summer and next year... which, I will tell you, is going to bring us some changes. I was sent down this trail by the abysmal failure (after a week) of a popular Physical Science textbook. I do hope to write up a post sort of synthesizing my thoughts, plans, and everything I have learned thus far. But we have A LOT going on in the next few weeks, so... I suppose it will get done when it gets done.
We're heading down to Tennessee soon. Trying to get all our trip preparations taken care of, in addition to planning out school for the next few months and writing up quarterly reports which must be mailed before we go is making me a little nuts. Have I mentioned that my husband has been in California all week???
Since we're going to Tennessee (where temperatures run about ten degrees warmer in a really *good* week and usually at least twenty degrees warmer), I have to do our winter to spring clothes change up early. This time around I need clothes. In my online search for decent maternity clothes, I have discovered a few things.
*I am the only short pregnant person on the planet.
*Maternity skinny jeans exist. I am sure these were designed by someone who is in favor of population control. He (had to be he) sat down at his desk and rubbed his hands together gleefully. "How can we make pregnant women feel so fat and ugly that they will try to avoid pregnancy forever thereafter?" Sorry, but the words "skinny" and "maternity" should never even be in the same room together.
*I still have SMALL and MEDIUM maternity shirts from 6 or 7 years ago that work for me all the way through pregnancy. So why do I have to buy 1X shirts now??? Clearly, another ploy to make pregnant women feel bad about being pregnant.
Chipmunk has recently become very interested in letters. His favorite bedtime read is The Red Letter Alphabet Book, which he wants to read at least twice in addition to a stack of other books, usually including Katy and the Big Snow. So there I am, giving my two year old phonics lessons at 10 PM, and suffering his wrath when I say we have to go to sleep.