Monday, 14 May 2012

  • from my kids


    My kids are getting old enough that the cards and notes they give me reveal more and more personality and personal thoughts all the time. This year, my Mother's Day cards were just wonderful. As is fitting for the year and the past crazy 6 weeks we've shared with Elliot, they constructed these cards while I was in the shower getting ready for church yesterday morning-- nothing like flying by the seat of your pants! Somehow they didn't find the narrow time constraints at all difficult and managed to produce some priceless treasures anyway.

    Claire's was, of course, just scribbles on a piece of construction paper on which Daniel had written, "MOM".

    Aubrey drew a picture of me, complete with arms and legs protruding directly from a gigantic head. A classic 4-year-old portrait all the way.

    Jack began by lovingly drawing a picture of a rainbow, only to somehow progress to a picture of the cross with lilies all around it-- on the back of the card wrote, "He is risea," which must have somehow seemed like the logical way to spell "He is risen" in his 6-year-old mind. I'm still not sure of the thought process that led him to such a card and sentiment for Mother's Day, but I love it anyway.

    Bronwyn wrote a nice note for me, including, "You're the best mom in the whol world. I think you know why, I've seen lots of moms and you are the best mother of them all." I'm not sure we should be comparing, but I guess if she's going to, I appreciate that she still thinks I'm tops.

    Gabriel somehow wrote an entire poem for me in the brief 15 minutes he had. My budding writer.

    Beaneath the stars you lay
    staring at the moon
    And the man in the moon is full with gloom
    Because the stars had put on a wonderful show
    And the moon has not.

    How can I please this mother with six children tonight?
    said the moon.
    And one of the stars came over and said:
    Come join us in our show.
    Me? said the moon.
    Yes you, said the star.
    You're the brightest object at night.
    OK, said the moon, but I might not get it right.
    Sure you will, said the star.

    Then down on the earth you gasp
    for in the tracing of the stars it said,

    HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY


Friday, 11 May 2012

  • Curriculum


    It's that time of year. We're in the countdown to wrapping up the 2011-2012 school year (9 math lessons, 4 pages of handwriting, 10 history lessons, etc.), which for me always means one thing: I am already looking at and dreaming about curriculum options for next year. I'm pretty sure that pouring over catalogs and websites and wishing that somehow we could do it all is a sure sign that I love homeschooling!

    I haven't purchased anything yet so nothing is completely set in stone, but since it's helpful and inspiring and interesting to me to see what others are considering, I figure I'll share the plans that are rolling around in my head in case it's also helpful to you!

    1. Bible

            

    We have many wonderful children's Bibles and I love them all. But we've used and reused them quite a bit-- and we also come up short-handed (more kids than Bibles!) when I tell everyone to sit down first thing to do some personal Bible reading. I'm planning on buying the Old Testament and New Testament Story Bibles for Older Children by Anne DeVries for Gabriel to use, while I'll have Bronwyn continue reading out of Arthur Maxwell's 10-volume Bible Story set (which is what I read as a child) and Jackson continue reading out of The Early Reader's Bible (which is what both Gabriel and then Bronwyn started with). For family devotions, we love Mary Batchelor's The Children's Bible in 365 Stories.


    2. Math

             

    Math was probably the simplest decision for me this year. The math we used this past year proved to be a great fit for each child (and for me as the teacher), so that's what we're sticking with. Gabriel and Bronwyn will use Teaching Textbooks, grades 5 and 4, and Jackson and Aubrey will use Bob Jones, grades 2 and K5.


    3. Early Reading/Phonics 

       

    I've never used a phonics curriculum so I don't plan on using one with Aubrey either. This isn't because I'm against phonics programs, but simply because the "method" for teaching children to read that I first tried has worked exceptionally well for my kids so far. I guess I figure that as long as it's working and I am excited about it, we won't change anything. The foundation of the method I use is laid out in Ruth Beechick's A Home Start In Reading. Just like with the other children, I will begin Aubrey with that method and then add in Explode The Code's primer series, Get Ready for The Code, Get Set for The Code and Go for The Code, as a supplement. The A Beka readers that were passed on to me from my mom round out our reading program and are great at getting beginners reading "books" very quickly, making for some proud moments that I absolutely look forward to with each child!

    I had been thinking up until about a week ago that I would continue with Explode The Code for Jackson, too (he is finishing up Book 4 right now), but reading "clicked" just in the past several days and immediately upon that happening, his excitement about these workbooks is diminishing. Now that he's starting to really and truly grasp reading, he is also feeling the repetition of the program (which is, I think, a positive for children who are not yet reading independently, but does potentially get boring for the child who is getting established in reading).


    4. Handwriting

          

    Back when Gabriel was in 1st grade and Bronwyn was in K, I started using Getty-Dubay's Italic Handwriting series. It isn't the way I first learned to write, so at the time I wasn't sure how I felt about it. As we've progressed through the program, though, I can see how perhaps it is a great way to teach penmanship for two reasons: 1. it flows into cursive more naturally, and 2. it seems more practical in a world that uses a hybrid of printing & cursive in adulthood. I have children in all different books in the series-- A, C, E, and F-- and am very pleased with my children's handwriting, which is I guess a good test of a handwriting curriculum.

    This year I'm going to try a copywork series by Sandi Queen for Gabriel, Bronwyn, and Jackson. I've never seen it before so I have no idea how we'll like it, but I do love the descriptions-- and the cover art is enough to make it appealing to try!

    We've not done formal grammar yet, but now that Gabriel is well established in a love for writing, I want to add in more study of the mechanics. This boy of mine writes and writes and writes-- I can see him becoming a well-written man someday if I can guide him without squashing his passion for it. With that in mind, I'm going to be using A Beka's Language 3, but we won't go overboard with it. I'll probably use it 2x/week at most and I'll continue to let his "free" writing (he loves to write books*-- he's on the 4th book in a series he's currently writing!) be just that: free. I may also include Bronwyn in this, though I haven't decided for sure.

    *I keep our cupboard well stocked with blank white bound books from Bare Books. Homeschoolers do get the school/business shipping rate, too, which I think is awesome!


    5. History

       

    This fall we're going to put our Beautiful Feet Early American History study on hold in order to join with some other students in a study about the Titanic/1912/the Progressive Era/etc. I'm already having lots of fun finding resources, including a 1912 Paris fashion coloring book for Bronwyn, literature that was published at that time for reading, documentaries for watching, and museums for visiting (please, can we take a field trip or two, honey?), and I can't wait to dive in! All the kids will be involved in this since unit/family study/learning together is one of my very favorite things about homeschooling.


    6. Science

       

    To go along with our Titanic inspired study, I'm leaning toward getting Apologia's Exploring Creation with Zoology 2: Swimming Creatures of the Fifth Day. My kids are fascinated by sea life and exploration, and I think they would really enjoy this.

    We'll also continue with nature journaling (inspired by Keeping a Nature Journal). Last fall I purchased each of the three older children nice spiral bound sketchbooks that they are systematically adding to a bit at a time. These journals have drawings, poems, pressed leaves and flowers, etc. in them. Currently, the emphasis has been drawing birds, which is what Gabriel has been learning on Fridays in his art class and then comes home and teaches the others.


    7. Art

    Although I'm no artist (ha!), I do love art and my children love art, so if we have time we'll do a small study of famous pieces of art and artists using Usborne's The Children's Book of Art as our spring board. This is less essential since art is included at Friday School, which means that if the other elements of homeschooling are taking up all our time, we can shelve the idea for another time/year if need be.


    8. Physical Education

    No textbooks here! We cover health, hygiene, etc. in daily life with reminders ("Flush the toilet AND wash your hands, please!"), discussion, doctor's visits, treating sickness, talking about Aubrey's heart, caring for younger siblings, and more.

    Exercise and activity looks like a lot of outdoor play, gym class at Friday School, basketball & baseball with church/community leagues for the boys, and ballet for the girls (Aubrey is already pretty determined that she wants to do ballet and not basketball, T-ball, gymnastics, or any other thing an older sibling might suggest). Bronwyn has started running with me now that I'm running again and Gabriel has started running with Daniel. Hopefully we'll be able to keep it up since they both love it.

     

    And that's it in a nutshell. Again, pretty much nothing is set in stone and there's still more exploring to do, but I'm excited about the planning and dreaming! And I always take recommendations if you know of something that you think, after reading this, that I'll love! :)

     

Wednesday, 09 May 2012

  • small things


    Last week Elliot had his 1 month check-up.

    [Pause to realize that he's ONE MONTH OLD. Commence tears.]

    I knew he probably wouldn't have a great weigh-in. It's been a fussy first month. He's not been an over-achiever when it comes to nursing habits-- he gets more frustrated about putting any effort in than he does about being hungry. He's not gotten beyond that scrawny newborn look.

    But I won't lie: my heart sank as I watched the nurse shift the infant scale down... down... down.

    Nobody said it. Probably nobody even thought it.

    But I thought it: bad job, Brietta. Bad, bad job.

    The doctor was altogether laid back, but when your newborn loses a pound his first month instead of gaining anything, she's not exactly jumping up and down for joy either.

    "Increase your fat and calorie intake, make sure you're getting enough fluids, bring him back on Monday, and we'll go from there. It may be that he needs a supplement of some kind if he's still losing."

    The next five days looked like this: nurse the baby, drink water, eat food, change the baby, nurse the baby, drink water, eat food. Oh, and did I mention that I held him for great lengths of time while he slept, too? Well, I did. Because he only sleeps for about 20 minutes on his own and if he gets too tired, that really messes with his efforts when it comes to nursing.

    Fast forward to Monday and a weight gain of five ounces! The doctor's happy, I'm relieved. Like, so relieved.

    Oh good, now we can get back to normal life, I think to myself.

    One day later, I'd already taken on more than Elliot could handle. He ended up spending large portions of the day crying while I did things far less important than holding him. Every time he fell asleep, I'd lay him down and by late afternoon, he had barely slept since waking that morning. He was getting more and more fried and, of course, so was I.

    9pm rolled around and Daniel came home to find me in tears, holding a baby who was also in tears.

    "I'm so bad at this! I'm so, so, so bad at this! I push the limit and I push the baby and now he's starving but he won't eat and if he doesn't eat he won't gain weight and if he doesn't gain weight he won't develop properly and I am ruining him and I am ruining everything!"

    Have I mentioned that I have the best husband? Well, I do.

    He took the baby and said, "Hey, you're allowed at least one breakdown post-delivery. I'm here now so you can go for it."

    And although it was many, many hours between feedings yesterday afternoon and the wee hours of the morning, Daniel got Elliot to sleep and I fell asleep after a good cry of my own and when the sun shone again, my small little boy was nursing contentedly and cooing happily and really smiling at me-- like over and over again smiling in response to my own smiles.

    Today is a new day.

    A day to laugh at myself, be thankful that this is a small thing in the big picture, hold the baby lots, and remind myself that the important thing is to find exactly the thing this moment calls for and do that thing.

    Oh, it's also a day for having a couple college guys over who kept offering to spend some time in this, their senior week, helping Daniel around the house. They put in fence post holes and played with the kids and shared a meal with us and it was all really, really nice.
     

    Daniel and Jake use the power auger to dig fence post holes
     

    Ben pushes Aubrey on the swing
     

    Elie pitches to Jackson
     

    Elliot takes one on-his-own 20-minute nap today so I can make sour cherry cobbler with whipped cream. Yum.


Friday, 27 April 2012

  • overflowing


    Elliot's nearing 4 weeks old now. It's funny; with every baby, I am amazed by how quickly the weeks fly by and yet I am simultaneously awed by the strange fact that 4 weeks ago I didn't know who my baby was. How has he not always been part of our lives? How did we ever feel like a family without him?

    So quickly and instantaneously are our hearts enraptured with this newest member! It speaks tremendously to me of God's great heart toward us and I find myself so humbled by what a wonderful Father He is.

    Six kiddos is... busy.

    And I love it. I really and truly do. Sure, I want to pull my hair out at times. And yes, I've collapsed into bed more than one night in the past 4 weeks and cried because I'm not sure I'm actually cut out for all this.

    This has been our first real week here at home of Finding Our New Normal and that means we're still a long way from finding anything even remotely resembling a predictable rhythm, but we sure are doing our best! I'm trying my hardest to just laugh off those moments when Elliot is crying unendingly, Claire is screaming after her latest injury, Aubrey is hounding me with a million and two questions, Jackson is needing help with math, Bronwyn is singing at the top of her lungs, and Gabriel is drumming with pencils on the dining room table instead of practicing handwriting.

    (And, no, I didn't come up with all that for dramatic effect-- that was an actual scene around here just yesterday!)

    Because for all those moments, there are also the ones when we're circled around the table and my heart is overwhelmed by the amazing goodness that surrounds me. There are the moments when I am rocking and whispering Elliot to sleep, and Gabriel is making lunch, and Bronwyn is reading to Claire, and Jackson and Aubrey are giggling together over their latest Magna Doodle sketch, and I think to myself that I am the luckiest woman in the world. There are the moments when I tuck them into bed and it doesn't matter that Elliot is fussing or that Claire fell off the stool while brushing her teeth or that Jackson took too long getting into pajamas or even that Bronwyn and Gabriel argued over who should use the bathroom first-- because I get to be here for even those moments and that in and of itself is such a gift.

    I love it.

    (And, yes, if you think you've read a couple times now about Elliot crying/fussing, it's because my sweet little man does just that an awful lot. We love him tons and tons, but he is apparently having difficulty adjusting to us!)

    I even love it when the stress of the moment starts to cave in on me and I feel like I will be crushed by my own inadequacies because it's in those very moments as I'm realizing [again] just how unfaithful I am that I realize afresh just how sufficient and faithful He is. God grants me repentance, gives me perspective, produces within me peace and joy and love, and reassures me that He is the One performing a good work.

    And, ohmy, have I mentioned yet just how much I love this baby of mine?

    I do!

    And I hold him so much.

    So much, I tell you.

    I want to memorize each day and every detail. I hate that I will forget. I breathe in and breathe out gift after gift after gift-- sadly enough, without even noticing most of the time.

    I don't want to take any of it, any of them, for granted. Not ever. My life is overflowing!

     

Monday, 02 April 2012

  • Elliot's arrival, part 3


    [part 1 and part 2]

    The regional perinatal center has (I believe) 4 doctors and 2 midwives on staff. As it turned out, this was one of their weekends when none of their regular practitioners were on call. Dr. Lenny knew the woman who was going to be covering for them and told us that she was really nice. That said, it was a bit of a disappointment.

    Until Dr. Lenny was there at the hospital with one of his patients who had come in (as it turned out, she went home without delivering) and my covering physician agreed to let him do the delivery if we wanted. So our choice was to go with someone I'd never met or opt for someone who knew me and my preferences/philosophy well. It was a no-brainer, if he really was up for it, and he said he was.

    Another check at about 11:15am after paperwork and a 20-minute strip on the baby: I was 7cm and 90%. Baby was still high.

    Thankfully, Dr. Lenny was insisting on giving me intermittent monitoring (much to some of the residents' chagrin) and so I got to get up and walk, hoping that would help get the baby where he/she needed to be. Contractions were intensifying and I was continuing to gush fluid. And that was around the time when we realized that the fluid was stained with meconium. It ended up being nothing to worry about (as is often the case, I guess), but it was something to be aware of.

    I have to say that from around noon until 3:30 or so, everything is kind of hazy. Things felt timeless in many ways, and not just because the military time on the digital clock in the room was throwing me off (though it was!). The contractions were intense and frequent. Every time I would get a "break," I'd realize afterwards that it was only that those two contractions happened to be 5 minutes apart instead of the 2 or 2-1/2 minutes apart that they mostly were. Despite the frequency of the contractions, I was progressing slowly, slowly, slowly from 7 to 8 to 9 and finally to 10 centimeters. And slowly, slowly, slowly, the baby was moving down.

    If you've ever been in labor, you know that "slowly" is not what you want at that point in the game.

    This was the first time I've ever seriously feared whether or not I had the physical stamina to finish. I do wonder if my severely anemic condition going into delivery contributed to that. In the past, I've reached points where I've not wanted to finish, but I'd never before so strongly doubted myself and whether or not I could. I am so thankful for Daniel, Mom, Camilla, Carina, Louissa, and Liana all telling me over and over again that I could. I needed their encouragement so much-- and how good God was to arrange things so that they were all there giving me just that.

    Finally I got the urge to push and the clearance to do so. Again, I was gripped by fear that I physically couldn't. I felt so, so, so tired. Again, I was surrounded (literally) by the best group of cheerleaders a laboring woman could ever find. Seriously.

    I pushed perhaps the longest this time out of all my deliveries, but it was still probably only 4 or 5 contractions or so worth of pushing. And there was rest between the contractions-- rest I desperately needed and was so thankful for.

    At 4:03pm, he arrived. He cried immediately, a healthy, strong cry. I cried. They put him on me right away. I was amazed by how big he felt (though not surprised)! I was so glad to be done.

    And for the first time ever, the placenta delivered with absolutely no effort on my part. I was physically wiped out, so that was an incredible blessing.

    Not a single tear. No bruising. My hemoglobin was 8 on Wednesday; yesterday, 12 hours after the delivery, it had only dropped to 7. I lost very little blood. I feel amazing. Traveling home yesterday wasn't a bit uncomfortable and although I feel tired today, it's more of an I-haven't-slept-enough-in-the-past-two-days tired than anything else.

    Elliot Hale
    "My God is the Lord; hero"
    9lbs, 8oz; 21"

    We are blessed!


    Pics to come...

     

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