BUT because I am an extremely attentive mother or thrive on cheap and easy entertainment the boys all do about 45 minutes of “schoolwork” prior to any DS, TV or Wii.
It is cruel and unusual around here.
I think of it as my own Mommy Bootcamp.
Ryan(8) is working on reading. Reid(6) has to catch up on Kindergarten. Rhett(3)…well, Rhett just needs to be busy so he isn’t launching himself off the top of the fridge testing the theories of flight.
Ryan has protested and protested and protested and protested. Have I mentioned his gift of perseverance?
Reid floats through his workbooks copying the illustrations and adding his own. In his world he isn’t bound to proper sequence or completion.
Rhett demands to be treated equally. Who am I not to comply?
Last time I was at the homeschool store I picked up an early education handwriting book that looked like more fun than work. He has been working through it alongside his brothers. He calls the activities “mazes” and tries to negotiate his pencil through the alphabet by staying between the lines.
It occurred to me this morning that I should mention to him WHAT LETTER HE WAS WRITING so that he could learn the alphabet as well.
I am quick like that.
He was working fervently on the letter “P”.
Making a straight line.
Making a half circle.
Rhett, do you know what letter that is?
No.
It is a “P”.
Oh.
Do you know what sound it makes?
POOP!
I couldn’t have been more proud…We are into week 42 of summer in my head. In real life it is closer to week 5.
BUT because I am an extremely attentive mother or thrive on cheap and easy entertainment the boys all do about 45 minutes of “schoolwork” prior to any DS, TV or Wii.
It is cruel and unusual around here.
I think of it as my own Mommy Bootcamp.
Ryan(8) is working on reading. Reid(6) has to catch up on Kindergarten. Rhett(3)…well, Rhett just needs to be busy so he isn’t launching himself off the top of the fridge testing the theories of flight.
Ryan has protested and protested and protested and protested. Have I mentioned his gift of perseverance?
Reid floats through his workbooks copying the illustrations and adding his own. In his world he isn’t bound to proper sequence or completion.
Rhett demands to be treated equally. Who am I not to comply?
Last time I was at the homeschool store I picked up an early education handwriting book that looked like more fun than work. He has been working through it alongside his brothers. He calls the activities “mazes” and tries to negotiate his pencil through the alphabet by staying between the lines.
It occurred to me this morning that I should mention to him WHAT LETTER HE WAS WRITING so that he could learn the alphabet as well.
I am quick like that.
He was working fervently on the letter “P”.
Making a straight line.
Making a half circle.
Rhett, do you know what letter that is?
No.
It is a “P”.
Oh.
Do you know what sound it makes?
POOP!
I couldn’t have been more proud…
BUT because I am an extremely attentive mother or thrive on cheap and easy entertainment the boys all do about 45 minutes of “schoolwork” prior to any DS, TV or Wii.
It is cruel and unusual around here.
I think of it as my own Mommy Bootcamp.
Ryan(8) is working on reading. Reid(6) has to catch up on Kindergarten. Rhett(3)…well, Rhett just needs to be busy so he isn’t launching himself off the top of the fridge testing the theories of flight.
Ryan has protested and protested and protested and protested. Have I mentioned his gift of perseverance?
Reid floats through his workbooks copying the illustrations and adding his own. In his world he isn’t bound to proper sequence or completion.
Rhett demands to be treated equally. Who am I not to comply?
Last time I was at the homeschool store I picked up an early education handwriting book that looked like more fun than work. He has been working through it alongside his brothers. He calls the activities “mazes” and tries to negotiate his pencil through the alphabet by staying between the lines.
It occurred to me this morning that I should mention to him WHAT LETTER HE WAS WRITING so that he could learn the alphabet as well.
I am quick like that.
He was working fervently on the letter “P”.
Making a straight line.
Making a half circle.
Rhett, do you know what letter that is?
No.
It is a “P”.
Oh.
Do you know what sound it makes?
POOP!
I couldn’t have been more proud…
Hmmm . . . your eight year old sounds so much like my eight year old. Does your eight year old pick at his younger siblings and boss them around incessantly? If so, I can relax a bit. If not, I think I may need to enroll myself in summer school: recreational drinking would be on tap.