I was wondering if I could find a house on the water that was in our price range, browsed around craigslist, submitted a few inquires, made a few drive-by's, and darn if I didn't find a lovely place on Liberty Bay, with fabulous neighbors, homeschoolers across the street, a beautiful kitchen, and a monster playroom! The eastern side of the house is made of floor-to-ceiling glass, looking out across the water. Of course, I have already decorated the place in my mind, and I can already envision snuggling in front of the windows with our school books and the fire on rainy days, blankets on the beach with our work on the sunny ones. I have this idea in my mind that the tranquil ruralness of the place is going to make me a calm, angelic teacher; a mommy that is composed and serene, gazing out the window while her children do her reasonable bidding. Don't laugh. Perception is reality, and if I think a quiet home with a view will sedate me, then it will. I am already browsing the Washington State naturalist sites so that I can teach my boys the name of every single thing that washes up on the beach. I still have two weeks of relatively normal schooling before the move, so I may as well stick to blogging about homeschool, not my upcoming view of Puget Sound.
This week Truman finally finished his one sentence per day book report on 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea. To read his report it sounds like he didn't like the book because of his stilted writing style, but I know that he really did.
We had two days of Math review, which Truman aced, thankfully. I read the entire book about the Gift of Learning, and I just cannot say that Truman has a dysfunction with Math. The number reversal improved with just a few days of me acting like a Writing Nazi, and letting him look at his numbers written on the glass door also helped. He still has the attention span of a dust mote unless he is building with Legos or reading a book, but that is typical 7 year old boy behavior, right? What drove me up a wall this week was his humming for 4 days straight. I didn't say anything because it seemed mean to make him stop, and it was Beethoven he was humming...Truman pounded out several chemistry experiments this week, as well as brought his mammal diagram completely up to date. This chart looks fabulous, and when it is done I will have to photograph it.
Today (Friday) is our day to play catch-up, and finish everything that we had not had a chance to do this week. I have to admit that we crammed a lot of schoolwork into two days, because we spent some time looking at houses and playing on the beach. Today we will do neither, and I have big plans for our Henry-free afternoon.
Truman and I went to the Off-Campus Back to Class picnic, where Truman meet all the other 3rd grade homeschoolers who will be in his Wednesday class. 4 boys and 5 girls, a good mix. The teacher is lovely, and appears to have the patience of a saint. She was asking the kids if they had any nicknames, and Truman said, " My friends just call me True." with a nonchalant shrug. It was so Ponyboy from the Outsiders that I laughed out loud, which instantly lessened his coolness and made him scowl. I felt bad for my boy and his embarrassing mommy, and left for the rest of his class.
Picture of the week-Truman and Henry on the Ferry to Seattle on Thursday.
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| Too cool for school-notice Truman's attempt at accessorizing....his blocky name necklace! Still a 7 year old, depite the urban punk look I think he was going for. |
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