unschoolingDecember 31, 2005 3:48 pm

goes a long way. 5 year old Blue Boy is full of questions. My job is to do my best to answer them. If I don’t know, then it’s to the internet we go. Today started with what makes earthquakes happen? Well, I know a little about faults and plates, but not enough to satisfy his curiosity. Away to the computer. In no time at all, we learned about the magma at the center of the earth, the layers of crust, and that most earthquakes are never felt. But why do they happen? Turns out, these plates are always slowly shifting, and when they meet, it’s called a fault line. He found the North American plate and Pacific plate and Indian plate right away. When these plates meet at faults, they rub together, causing a release of energy that rumbles and bumbles its way to the surface, be it slightly or trememdously. Obviously the tremendous tremors are the ones we feel. We also read that the plates shifting and touching causes layers of crust to be worn away, reducing the size of the plate, bit by bit. After surveying the picture of plates across the screen, he immediately deduced (rightly or wrongly, but it made sense) that clearly the Indian plate had been rubbed quite a bit, losing much crust, as it seems to be the smallest plate. Well. Sounds good to me. He asked if we live in an earthquake zone, so we learned that those places are most often largely on and near the faults we can’t see. Like California. He saw that it lies on the fault made up by the Pacific and North American plates. So yep. Lots of earthquakes there. Like we see on the news. Why do they still live there, he wondered. I just don’t know. And it’s expensive. Makes no sense to me.

So we read a bit more, learned a bit more, and somehow were led from earthquakes and faults and plates, to electricity. Maybe we said something about if an earthquake happens, one may lose power. Why do we lose power. Well, our lightbulbs and oven and hair dryers and hot rollers are all plugged into the walls, and powered by electric transformer things, and if that source of power goes, so does our ablility to access that power. Where does the power come from? Well, it’s all electricity. What’s electricity? OK, other than Ben and his kite, I couldn’t answer concisely enough. Back to the internet. He was soon shouting out to his brother and sister that electricity was “discovered” by Ben Franklin with that kite and lightening experiment, that lightening and electricity are the same thing, and that all electricity is made of the movement of electrons in atoms, which everything every where is made of. Well how does it get into our house? So we went on to Thomas Edison, and the Kinetoscope, and the electric lightbulb and phonograph. And do you know what? Ben and Tom were homeschooled. Tom’s teachers and Dad even thought he was somehow retarded, definitely unmanagable. And extrememely poor in math. Huh. Shows what a little freedom in learning can do.

And from there, somehow, the solar system. Maybe it was the talk of the storms that produce the lightening, somehow got us to the sun, the sky, the earth, and we were on to the planets in the solar system. Jupiter is the biggest planet, has no rings…Saturn is the next biggest, has rings…Pluto is the smallest and the Earth is third from the sun, he told his siblings. Excited. He absorbed it all, and asked for more. What is the hottest planet, I asked him, Mercury, which is closest to the Sun, or Pluto, which is farthest? Mercury, he stated. Why, I asked. Because it’s closest to the Sun, and the Sun is hot, he declared. So, he asked, why is Texas so hot? OK, back to the drawing board. Bring me the globe. We found the equator, and talked about its position relative to the Sun, verse the North or South poles, and their position. The light came on. Oohhhhh, he figured out, then anything closer to the equator is hotter. Texas is closer than South Carolina, but here, Mexico, is hotter than Texas. And up here (pointing at the Artic) is coooold! Yes, yes, yes. And he couldn’t quit running in circles declaring all his newly acquire knowledge. He was thrilled, therefore, he’ll most likely retain it.

As I type this, he has returned to the room, glancing out the window at the trees in our back yard. Why do we have trees, Mom? Um, to give shade, house animals, and help us breathe by helping to create oxygen. How do trees create oxygen? Oh good grief. It’s a process called photosynthesis, and we’re into our third hour of impromptu “school”. I’m going to need some food and drink before we head into that. And a chance to rest my eyes, fingers, mouth and brain. This is living and learning, and loving to learn. This is stuff he’ll keep in his head. And I’d put these 2 hours of sitting together, discovering, up against at least 2 weeks of classes, drills, tests, worksheets, coloring pages, and flashcards. We covered nearly 3 units of science! And he’s only 5. And after I insisted on a break, he asked for “stuff to do”. So is now, doing a word find on Edison, and filling in words and colors on a solar system page, and a drawing of the Earth’s tectonic plates.

These are the moments that get me through the sometimes crud of having the children with me nearly all the time. And the proof, to me, that it is about being available to meet these curiosities, as it is happening. In the moment of interest and excitement. True learning, and the love of learning can’t be planned. It’s not easy, but it’s awesome. Kind of like having these children in the first place.

P.S. And lest you think, Wow, they’ve got this unschooling thing down, at the time of this post, I’m still in my jammies and the house is a wreck. Can’t do everything.

house and home 11:15 am

You can’t have it.

Went to Home Depot yesterday, in this adventure called our Project Kitchen Remodel. They have this service, for free, that allows you to sit down with a designer, and a CAD program, and dream up all of your wildest kitchen fantasies. Well, the ones they sell. The designer whips out her handy dandy Book o’ Dreams, plugs in all your kitchen coordinates and poof! Behold your kitchen. Glorious organization. Special nooks and crannies for each and every tiny knick knack you could possibly collect. Stainless appliances (of which we’ll need a range/oven). Rice paper glass front cabinets. Silestone countertops, in Stellar Black. Like that extra deep drawer with proper corresponding size pegs for your plates? It’s yours. The Super Base Organizer with space for every spice and every lid to every pot you own? Presto. There it is, right on the computer screen. Wine storage, glass storage, built in desk with file storage and printer cabinet? Yep, yep, yep. I’m loving it. Super duper deep pantry will roll out shelving? Oh, yes. Exclusive utensil drawer base with pull out cutting board and 2 extra drawers? Yes, please. And add that wall cabinet specially designed for cookbooks and built in pull out cubbies for recipe cards. Love it, love it, love it.

After 3 hours, much brain damage in critical decision making, and many back and forths on the correct stain color on our beautiful new cabinets-to-be, the designer hit the “Caculate Cost” button. (clickety, clickety, click click, print) We glance at the screen. Wow. $1200. Well, that’s kind of high, but we do have some gift money. Whew. Um, noooo, designer lady says slowly, that’s $12,000. Twelve thousand dollars. Not twelve hundred.

For a minute, the Kitchen Showroom area goes black. Our heads spin. I might have tried to say something. I can’t remember. I just heard that figure, over and over and over and over, reverberating in my brain. Twelve thousand, twelve thousand, twelve thousand. And it doesn’t include hardware, the range or the counter tops. Just the cabinetry. Plain. Base price of our dream design. Then she chirps something about how this is the way to do it. Start big. Dream big. Then pare down where we need to, to fit our budget. Fit our budget? The Super Base Organizer is, alone, $800, we find out as she prints out the list. The pantry with smooth roll out deep drawers? $1250. The 2 way access storage for a piece of the island? $525. And on and on it went. Why did no one mention these prices as we added extravagance upon extravagance? Wouldn’t it have made more sense for her to say something like, I dunno, how much can we spend??? But noooooo, you start with the stuff you drool over, hear some vague pitch about their limited time offer, like ending in the next 3 days, 12 months, same as cash, and refinancing, home equity and interest rates, and then get your little kitchen dreaming heart ripped out.

Deflated, but wiser, we lumber back out to the truck. You know, if I hadn’t taken our old cabinets to the dump already, I just put’em back up, says Mr. Tango. What were we thinking? Exclusive utensil organizational drawer, our arses. Hey, the only thing we really need is a range, some storage baskets and the wine organization. That’d cost what, a grand? That, we can handle. Paint it all one color, turn the lights low, and leave up the Christmas lights, and it’ll be perfect. Romantic even. Who needs all that other stuff? Not us. Then we’d just have to keep it clean, and organized. This way, we can just dump most of our stuff in a few baskets, and voila’! A perfectly adequate kitchen. If I have more counter space, I’ll just be expected to use it. Plate drawer? I’d have to keep the plates neat. Silly, silly idea.

When short on cash, that kind of cash at least, you have to get creative. And afterall, in the end, then it’s unique. Right? More us. At least, that’s what we’re telling ourselves this morning, in our 2x2 feet of counter space. And the oven that turns itself off in the middle of cooking something. And the holes in the flooring left after ripping out the old cabinets. It’s kind of grown on me. I kinda like it this way. No one else has a kitchen like it.

memesDecember 30, 2005 10:52 am

It’s a Friday Flashback. My own little space in the blogosphere, and today, I wanna post a pic from the past. If you do too, just leave me a link in comments. If not, never come here again. Wait, I’m just kidding. If not, maybe enjoy mine, or go have a cup of tea, or read another blog, or swap the laundry, or kiss a child. Sneak into the bedroom with your hubby. Something.

In keeping with the seasonal theme, I submit New Year’s Eve. From a good while back. Recent New Year’s have been celebrated in bed by 11, and I don’t mean with nookie. I mean asleep. Sound asleep.

NewYearsBefore
New Year’s Eve, the start of the evening, 1993, Me and Mr. Tango, Dallas TX

NewYearsAfter
New Year’s Eve, about midnight, 1993, us and our friends, Dallas TX

From what I remember, it was a great night. We made tortilla soup, and quacamole, and a wide assortment of drinks that should never ever be had in combination. We were 23. We didn’t know better than to just have a good time. By the way, I thought this shirt was hot. It was a body suit. Whoo. Went great with my triangle ‘do. But then, there’s Mr. Tango in the Theo Huxtable sweater, and those glasses. Whassup?

Maybe if we can stay awake long enough this year, I’ll take comparison pics. But with no body suit. That stopped fitting two children ago. And fortunately, Mr. Tango has new glasses.

Happy Friday, and a great New Year’s weekend.

memesDecember 29, 2005 1:26 pm

a la’ Running2ks.

1. I am so thankful for my boy, who is 10 today.
2. And for the sweet Christmas we shared with my family.
3. And for the Botox I’m gonna get in my forehead.
4. I’m thankful for bluejeans with stretch (thank you Old Navy).
5. For hot showers.
6. I’m thankful for my husband, who gave me a digital camera yesterday for my birthday!
7. And for the great Italian restaraunt we ate in to celebrate last night.
8. And again, for the bluejeans with stretch, due to the celebrating last night.
9. For the outlet of blogging.
10. And the buddies I meet here.
11. For push up bras.
12. For the chance to start a new year.
13. For today, which is really all we have.

memes 1:18 pm

Today, it’s all about my boy.

Thirteen Things about Speedreader

1. He was born at 10:50 at night, after 2.5 days of labor and a last minute C-section.
2. The first thing I thought when I saw him was “Oh my gosh, he looks like his Daddy!”.
3. The first thing he did was fill his bassinette with poop. And more poop. And some poop.
4. Another granddad standing with all of Speedreader’s grandparents said we should name him Mr. Sh*tty Pants.
5. We didn’t.
6. He didn’t sleep through the night for 6 months.
7. I didn’t really fall in love with him til after he started sleeping through the night.
8. He nursed for 14 months.
9. I cried when he stopped.
10. He loves Legos, reading, computers, and writing stories.
11. He is a tremendously patient big brother.
12. He loves pasta, rolls, and cereal more than anything else he could eat.
13. I am super proud of him, and am so blessed he is ours, for a while.

Links to other Thursday Thirteens!
1. (leave your link in comments, I’ll add you here!)

Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!

The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!

children, news 10:25 am

10 year old Jake

he can do what he wants to. Around here, Birthday Day makes you King or Queen for the day. Today, Speedreader turns 10. I have a 10 year old! And these are his wishes. Eating chocolate sauce out of the bottle. Watching as much (approved) TV as he desires. No chores. His siblings and I will see to them. Not getting dressed til he wants. Lunch at Gatti Town. Eating as many Werther’s butterscotches as he wants. Soda. Holding court from the sofa. With the remote control in his hand. A chocolate cake. Yellow cake and chocolate frosting. Pizza for dinner. So, the Birthday King has spoken, and I’ve got to go get in gear, to see to his wishes. My boy turns 10. Happy Birthday to him.

quotesDecember 28, 2005 1:15 pm

A poem by my friend Dottie, whom I love. Had to post it, makes me sound great.

YOUR BIRTHDAY SONG:

ROSES ARE RED
VIOLETS ARE BLUE
I LOVE MARTINIS
AND SO DO YOU.

THIS MAKES YOU REALLY AWESOME….
BUT THERE’S SO MUCH MORE…
LIKE YOUR SMASHING GOOD LOOKS,
AND YOURE PERSONALITY’S NOT A BORE!

YOU’RE REALLY REALLY AWESOME,
AND WAY, SUPERDUPER COOL…
I WANT TO BE SO MUCH LIKE YOU,
THAT I LITERALLY DROOL.

OKAY LETS BE HONEST
IM NOT GOOD AT WRITING RHYMES,
BUT I CAN MAKE A GOOD GIN N TONIC,
WITHOUT THE LIMES!

SO I’LL LIFT MY GLASS (when i get home form work)
AND I’LL LIFT IT HIGH….
CAUSE YOU ARE THE ONLY PERSON IN THE WORLD
WHO CAN CLAIM THE TITLE OF “MOST AWESOME” AT 35!

house and home, miscellaneous chatter, news 12:46 pm

I can stay in my jammies if I want to. Happy Birthday to me. 35. Thirty-five. Big 3-5. Five years til 40. Argh. However, I was greeted this morning by my children, breakfast in their sweet little hands, made especially for me. On the menu? Microwaved English muffins, leftover sliced oranges and apples, orange juice, and a paper towel. Scrumptious. I am, indeed, still in my jammies, and plan to stay that way til my manicure/pedicure later today. And then, I’m going to research the price of a few injections of Botox. Blue Boy asked me last week how did I get these lines on my forehead? How. did. I. get…How did I get them? Hmmm, let me think about that about half a second.

My in laws and my niece are here. The house is quite wrecked from dragging the holiday loot back from my folks. We’re out of groceries. The laundry is behind. Children are running around in states of half dress. And mumbling something about being hungry. But. I’m just going to sit here at the laptop, or take a nap. It’s my birthday and that’s what I want to do. Later, I may make a Birthday Martini, in my own honor. Anyone have a favorite recipe?

So. Another year done. More experience. More experience. More wrinkles. Happy Birthday to me. Ack.

miscellaneous chatter, drink and foodDecember 25, 2005 9:02 pm

Too. Full. Can’t. Write. Hope. Day. Good. (burp).

miscellaneous chatterDecember 24, 2005 10:13 am

There were shepherds. They were hanging out in the fields, at night, when some totally glowing angel showed up and said, hey don’t be scared! But of course, if you ever get to see a real live angel of the Lord, you’ll probably pee your pants. I hear they’re quite impressive. But the angel was good, and said that there was a baby in some barn. A baby that was hugely important. And all they had to do was follow that star to get there, and they’d be glad they did. I’m thinking that would do it for me. I’d miss the whole thing because I always get lost. Follow a star? I can’t follow a GPS. It once took me 45 minutes to get 4 miles from my house, pretty much missing our son’s first gymnastics lesson, and causing him to cry over it for like, 2 hours. But, that was their instruction. That star? In the north. Go there. So they did. And I wonder what was up with their sheep. Did they take them? They were out there to protect them from smugglers and wolves and stuff, so did they just leave them? Did the angel put a protective force field around them? In any case, they went. Didn’t ask questions or talk back.

And they get to the barn. A barn because all of the land was traveling home to pay taxes. Apparently, all of the hotels had been booked for months. That part always chaps my hide. Here’s Mary, ready to deliver any day, and they had to travel to their hometown to pay the taxes. No online W2, or W4, I never remember the numbers. Anyway, very pregnant Mary and her totally awesome husband-to-be take a little donkey across the land to do their civil duty (He’s totally awesome because he believed the angel’s explanation that Mary had indeed, not been cheating on him, but had been impregnated by the Spirit of God. Now that’s a story to swallow. But the message did come from another angel, so stayed with her.). And yep, she starts having contractions. I can just see how great that felt on the back of a donkey. I couldn’t get relief in a warm jacuzzi with two shots of Fentanyl in my butt. So Joseph goes into action, knocking on the closest Ramadas, Marriots, Hampton Inns he can find. But due the whole come-home-and-pay-up affair, they were out of luck. Until one motel owner said, well, I’ve got a barn. I’m picturing being Mary. A barn? A stinking old barn with hay, and horse poop, and mooing cows, and chicken s*#t and all? I think I may have had a bad attitude about this. Not in my birthplan, Joe. But she was amazing calm with it, it seems, and that’s where they got ready to do the job. I wonder if Joseph had been talking with her sisters, her mother or his. Did he get some tips on emergency midwifery? What did they cut the cord with? Did they get fresh straw after the placenta was delivered? If not, eewwww.

But the child was delivered in that barn. Just the two of them, and I’m sure, the presence of the Lord. Afterall, you know he’d hate to miss the birth of his first born son. Again, Joseph was quite maganimous here. I like him. They somehow found some rags to wrap their amazing baby in. She was probably mift that she’d left her layette back home, but the recording of this event doesn’t mention it. I’d be mift. All that time and money getting ready for the baby and we end up with rags? And in time, the shepherds showed up, as did some really high officials in the evil King’s court. The story goes that they brought very expensive birth gifts. At least that. But my heart always wonders just what Mary was thinking when she held her baby for the first time. Could she possibly comprehend the gravity of what had just occured? Or was she just trying to get him to do a good latch on? All we get from the recording is that Mary treasured up all these things, and pondered them in her heart. I should think! I mean, no other laboring mom has the scene going on around her that this mom does. I thought my family was nuts with excitement, and shouting it from the roof tops when I went to LDR, but Mary? As she is post partum in that barn, that angel says to the shepherds, today, in the town of David (King David’s hometown, of course), a Savior has been born to you. What? Did they know what he was talking about? And then, the angel goes on. He is Christ, the Lord. You’ll know you’ve got the right baby when you find the one wrapped in rags in a barn. Wow. A Savior. That’s big news. But then, all of the heavens break out in song, thousands of angels singing together, and they belt out a praise tune to God, saying Glory to God on the highest, and on earth, peace be to all men. Talk about a birth announcement. Mary didn’t even have to worry if her order would be screwed up, or not come in in time, or have to hand address tons of cards. All of the heavens sang of her son’s, the Lord’s son’s, birth.

Merry Christmas to you all, and Happy Happy Birthday, Jesus. And a blessed Hanukkah to those of you celebrating the Maccabees reclaiming the temple, this festival of lights. Peace to us all.