<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014368667858142966</id><updated>2011-07-31T20:31:41.709-05:00</updated><category term='sleep'/><category term='TopTen'/><category term='&quot;Mothers&apos; Day&quot;'/><category term='Hail'/><category term='lessons'/><category term='environmentalism'/><category term='favorites'/><category term='Jacob'/><category term='books'/><category term='&quot;homeschooling materials&quot;'/><category term='Weather'/><category term='&quot;garden stones&quot;'/><category term='goals'/><category term='nature'/><category term='cooking/baking'/><category term='projects'/><category term='art'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='coins'/><category term='learning'/><category term='napping'/><title type='text'>Mission Statement</title><subtitle type='html'>I have this vision of our homeschooling experience acting as a catalyst toward endorsing the 'it takes a village' mentality.  Organic, hands-on, holistic, life-long learning is my goal.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>xmas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284179091754800477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q-gOK6UXZ0/TjYB7yflN8I/AAAAAAAAEbc/Ohne_fpg8dE/s220/small0029.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014368667858142966.post-2434694478066808087</id><published>2008-02-10T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T11:28:52.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things we've been doing</title><content type='html'>It's been a busy and tiring few weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R68gE3D84pI/AAAAAAAABV0/syRqf6Wk6IM/s1600-h/small0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R68gE3D84pI/AAAAAAAABV0/syRqf6Wk6IM/s320/small0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165382565489336978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm taking Jacob to a parent-run co-op preschool&lt;br /&gt;once a week.  Jacob has a lot of fun here and it gives&lt;br /&gt;me a good idea of what we need to be doing at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R68gzXD84qI/AAAAAAAABV8/hqXcWgW4hlU/s1600-h/small0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R68gzXD84qI/AAAAAAAABV8/hqXcWgW4hlU/s320/small0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165383364353254050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture and the one above it are from the New Years&lt;br /&gt;theme at Playschool.  The 'Happy' is Jacob's writing, but&lt;br /&gt;he's gotten so much better since I've been making a&lt;br /&gt;conscious effort to have him practice his letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R68hMHD84tI/AAAAAAAABWU/8GxtltkuIs0/s1600-h/small+10001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R68hMHD84tI/AAAAAAAABWU/8GxtltkuIs0/s320/small+10001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165383789555016402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R68gzXD84rI/AAAAAAAABWE/WAUIgaHag6M/s1600-h/small0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R68gzXD84rI/AAAAAAAABWE/WAUIgaHag6M/s320/small0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165383364353254066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've been making a lot of ice cream from scratch&lt;br /&gt;since Jacob got this ice cream maker for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/xmas711/2233400016/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://flickr.com/photos/xmas711/2233400016/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R68gznD84sI/AAAAAAAABWM/YAY1q4AOvS8/s320/small0016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165383368648221378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And focusing a lot on recycling and other sustainable&lt;br /&gt;practices.  We mailed these containers back to&lt;br /&gt;Stonyfield Farms to be recycled.  Click on the picture&lt;br /&gt;for the address where to send them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R68hMnD84uI/AAAAAAAABWc/0jqR-w2YSZo/s1600-h/small+40009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R68hMnD84uI/AAAAAAAABWc/0jqR-w2YSZo/s320/small+40009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165383798144951010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob's been consistently going to gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;since September.  I swear he's the best kid in&lt;br /&gt;his class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R68hgXD84vI/AAAAAAAABWk/8c-tDgu7sxA/s1600-h/1-30-08+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R68hgXD84vI/AAAAAAAABWk/8c-tDgu7sxA/s320/1-30-08+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165384137447367410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've also been going skating once a week or so.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's rink closes in a few weeks so we've really&lt;br /&gt;been taking advantage of it while we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R68iY3D84xI/AAAAAAAABW0/xhdzs6jfWDk/s1600-h/small0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R68iY3D84xI/AAAAAAAABW0/xhdzs6jfWDk/s320/small0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165385108109976338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dominoes are a great thing to do to work on numbers&lt;br /&gt;and matching, and all those other skills that I'm not&lt;br /&gt;sure what to call them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R68iY3D84wI/AAAAAAAABWs/94TQJLcBp5Y/s1600-h/small+20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R68iY3D84wI/AAAAAAAABWs/94TQJLcBp5Y/s320/small+20003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165385108109976322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob's also been doing a lot of what I like to think&lt;br /&gt;of as 'freestyle baking'.  He pulls random things out&lt;br /&gt;of the cupboard and starts mixing them with the idea&lt;br /&gt;that he's making a cake....mmm, this looks disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;Trial and error...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R68iuHD84yI/AAAAAAAABW8/RF9sOoPfLrc/s1600-h/small0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R68iuHD84yI/AAAAAAAABW8/RF9sOoPfLrc/s320/small0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165385473182196514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It had been a while since we'd been to the firehouse&lt;br /&gt;so Uncle Bill invited Jacob down for another tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R68iuXD84zI/AAAAAAAABXE/bO0IDeKhUio/s1600-h/small+40001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R68iuXD84zI/AAAAAAAABXE/bO0IDeKhUio/s320/small+40001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165385477477163826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we're holding 'science class'&lt;br /&gt;I let Jacob go to town with water and corn starch.&lt;br /&gt;We learned about isotropy...well, I did so I can&lt;br /&gt;explain it to him when he's older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R68iuXD840I/AAAAAAAABXM/sLZPYL5fF3g/s1600-h/small+40002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R68iuXD840I/AAAAAAAABXM/sLZPYL5fF3g/s320/small+40002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165385477477163842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014368667858142966-2434694478066808087?l=it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/feeds/2434694478066808087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014368667858142966&amp;postID=2434694478066808087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/2434694478066808087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/2434694478066808087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/2008/02/things-weve-been-doing.html' title='Things we&apos;ve been doing'/><author><name>xmas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284179091754800477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q-gOK6UXZ0/TjYB7yflN8I/AAAAAAAAEbc/Ohne_fpg8dE/s220/small0029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R68gE3D84pI/AAAAAAAABV0/syRqf6Wk6IM/s72-c/small0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014368667858142966.post-3489789545283269116</id><published>2008-01-10T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T19:40:56.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Activity books - duh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R4bVLucQQoI/AAAAAAAABPg/00KuEmTgm5U/s1600-h/small0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R4bVLucQQoI/AAAAAAAABPg/00KuEmTgm5U/s320/small0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154041220993925762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R4bVL-cQQpI/AAAAAAAABPo/wfkM5j3z3_g/s1600-h/small0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R4bVL-cQQpI/AAAAAAAABPo/wfkM5j3z3_g/s320/small0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154041225288893074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R4bVL-cQQqI/AAAAAAAABPw/TwgWsDWbXgM/s1600-h/small0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R4bVL-cQQqI/AAAAAAAABPw/TwgWsDWbXgM/s320/small0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154041225288893090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob got some gift cards to book stores this Christmas and since we've got about all the books we can handle, I realized we should be buying some activity books.  Jacob is starting to get sick of me putting blank pieces of paper out for him to write his name on so this is a great way to make it fun for him.  He's really into the books and I can't believe I didn't think of it sooner.  He's been doing stuff with the letters that I didn't realize he could even do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014368667858142966-3489789545283269116?l=it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/feeds/3489789545283269116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014368667858142966&amp;postID=3489789545283269116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/3489789545283269116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/3489789545283269116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/2008/01/activity-books-duh.html' title='Activity books - duh'/><author><name>xmas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284179091754800477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q-gOK6UXZ0/TjYB7yflN8I/AAAAAAAAEbc/Ohne_fpg8dE/s220/small0029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R4bVLucQQoI/AAAAAAAABPg/00KuEmTgm5U/s72-c/small0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014368667858142966.post-5506568039734052951</id><published>2007-12-30T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T19:41:29.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Name Game</title><content type='html'>Jacob's been working on learning how to write his name in a variety of different ways.  I've gotten lazy around the holidays and it's pretty much the main focus of our 'homeschooling' right now because I don't have time to think about much more than that.  But Jacob is doing pretty good with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R4bQV-cQQgI/AAAAAAAABOg/FUSTh3UntGU/s1600-h/small20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R4bQV-cQQgI/AAAAAAAABOg/FUSTh3UntGU/s320/small20001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154035899529445890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R4bQWecQQjI/AAAAAAAABO4/Q-P752oZ7gs/s1600-h/small40001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R4bQWecQQjI/AAAAAAAABO4/Q-P752oZ7gs/s320/small40001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154035908119380530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R4bQV-cQQfI/AAAAAAAABOY/yMXf2IeGJLc/s1600-h/small10002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R4bQV-cQQfI/AAAAAAAABOY/yMXf2IeGJLc/s320/small10002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154035899529445874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've also been going to Playschool, a parent-run co-op preschool.  After a couple months of trying to work it into our schedule, I've settled on taking him there once a week.  And we would have been going for the entire month of December but it got cancelled three Mondays in a row due to heavy snow falls and ice storms.  We'll start January with a new commitment to it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R4bRWecQQmI/AAAAAAAABPQ/Qs9t_V51VQU/s1600-h/playschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R4bRWecQQmI/AAAAAAAABPQ/Qs9t_V51VQU/s320/playschool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154037007631008354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also been baking and cooking a lot.  Applesauce (below), muffins, soups, etc.  Jacob loves to help and has been named the official garlic peeler of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R4bQWOcQQhI/AAAAAAAABOo/ysyizASnNos/s1600-h/small0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R4bQWOcQQhI/AAAAAAAABOo/ysyizASnNos/s320/small0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154035903824413202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R4bQWOcQQiI/AAAAAAAABOw/Y7z3hC-7zZw/s1600-h/small0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R4bQWOcQQiI/AAAAAAAABOw/Y7z3hC-7zZw/s320/small0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154035903824413218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's entered the truly cold weather, we've been taking advantage of the junior museum that is just down the road.  Jacob has met some really interesting animals and made a lot of cool crafts at the five week class he took there.  Below is the 'terrarium' from the last day of class.  We currently have it growing on our kitchen windowsill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R4bRWOcQQkI/AAAAAAAABPA/hJJ7DiZBttA/s1600-h/small30002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R4bRWOcQQkI/AAAAAAAABPA/hJJ7DiZBttA/s320/small30002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154037003336041026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R4bRWOcQQlI/AAAAAAAABPI/T4KyiRZF43s/s1600-h/small30005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R4bRWOcQQlI/AAAAAAAABPI/T4KyiRZF43s/s320/small30005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154037003336041042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R4bRWecQQnI/AAAAAAAABPY/iyz77dC8Vvk/s1600-h/small0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R4bRWecQQnI/AAAAAAAABPY/iyz77dC8Vvk/s320/small0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154037007631008370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014368667858142966-5506568039734052951?l=it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/feeds/5506568039734052951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014368667858142966&amp;postID=5506568039734052951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/5506568039734052951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/5506568039734052951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/2007/12/name-game.html' title='The Name Game'/><author><name>xmas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284179091754800477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q-gOK6UXZ0/TjYB7yflN8I/AAAAAAAAEbc/Ohne_fpg8dE/s220/small0029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R4bQV-cQQgI/AAAAAAAABOg/FUSTh3UntGU/s72-c/small20001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014368667858142966.post-7102367540997232642</id><published>2007-11-23T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T11:32:51.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Geography Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R0cAk8XEb9I/AAAAAAAABFs/BudfVsHiIp8/s1600-h/small30003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R0cAk8XEb9I/AAAAAAAABFs/BudfVsHiIp8/s320/small30003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136074534717517778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob got this puzzle that is a map of the United States for his birthday.  He loves it and for a while was doing the puzzle five times a day.  He does the whole thing himself and he can name about half the states.  He still loves to talk about all the states we went to on our trip and all different facts about the states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R0cAkcXEb8I/AAAAAAAABFk/BiTGVwcCKOI/s1600-h/small30002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R0cAkcXEb8I/AAAAAAAABFk/BiTGVwcCKOI/s320/small30002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136074526127583170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014368667858142966-7102367540997232642?l=it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/feeds/7102367540997232642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014368667858142966&amp;postID=7102367540997232642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/7102367540997232642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/7102367540997232642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/2007/11/geography-lessons.html' title='Geography Lessons'/><author><name>xmas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284179091754800477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q-gOK6UXZ0/TjYB7yflN8I/AAAAAAAAEbc/Ohne_fpg8dE/s220/small0029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R0cAk8XEb9I/AAAAAAAABFs/BudfVsHiIp8/s72-c/small30003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014368667858142966.post-2662065767883962653</id><published>2007-11-20T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T11:50:26.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten</title><content type='html'>I totally forgot to post about this, but in early October we did our first official homeschool group activity, or whatever you want to call it. A local nature preserve was hosting a hike which was to feature muskrats. We only got there about 20 minutes late, but we found the group and caught up with them. Papa came with us and we had a great time. We didn't really see any muskrats, but the tour took a turn as other little 'teaching moments' came up so we did see a lot of interesting stuff.  Jacob also&lt;a href="http://xmas711.blogspot.com/2007/10/junior-photographer.html"&gt; took a bunch of pictures on Jamie's camera&lt;/a&gt; on this little excursion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R0cDEsXEcEI/AAAAAAAABGk/rP4ibqmQE3I/s1600-h/small0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R0cDEsXEcEI/AAAAAAAABGk/rP4ibqmQE3I/s320/small0029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136077279201620034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R0cErcXEcFI/AAAAAAAABGs/aN1VIE0kf5c/s1600-h/small0001.jpg+cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R0cErcXEcFI/AAAAAAAABGs/aN1VIE0kf5c/s320/small0001.jpg+cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136079044433178706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R0cCv8XEb_I/AAAAAAAABF8/k2STHgSiln4/s1600-h/small0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R0cCwcXEcCI/AAAAAAAABGU/aPqoFA4UN4g/s320/small0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136076931309269026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R0cDEcXEcDI/AAAAAAAABGc/MM1Cx-O2Gsw/s1600-h/small0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R0cDEcXEcDI/AAAAAAAABGc/MM1Cx-O2Gsw/s320/small0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136077274906652722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014368667858142966-2662065767883962653?l=it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/feeds/2662065767883962653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014368667858142966&amp;postID=2662065767883962653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/2662065767883962653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/2662065767883962653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/2007/11/forgotten.html' title='Forgotten'/><author><name>xmas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284179091754800477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q-gOK6UXZ0/TjYB7yflN8I/AAAAAAAAEbc/Ohne_fpg8dE/s220/small0029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/R0cDEsXEcEI/AAAAAAAABGk/rP4ibqmQE3I/s72-c/small0029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014368667858142966.post-5206030500451645605</id><published>2007-09-28T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T23:50:09.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week</title><content type='html'>Monday we went to the 'Playschool' where a couple of Jacob's little friends go.  It's a parent-run co-op, so there's a pretty good chance that there's going to be some major aspect of their philosophy which I agree with, I'm hoping to meet some other homeschoolers, and I really like the idea that I get to be there the whole time.  Jacob likes that part too.  It's not really an option these days to leave him anywhere.  He's been really clingy at gymnastics, making me stay right there on the floor in his line of vision even though he knows I'm not going to leave him there.  It's weird, I had a dream just before we started back up with gymnastics that I had left Jacob there - I went to do errands and didn't make it back in time for the end of the class (still the dream).  It's like I was dreaming out his worst nightmare.  Even at bedtime Jacob's been real clingy.  He just wants someone to fall asleep with.  I really don't think that's too much to ask for a three year old so we try to indulge him as much as we can.  I'm pretty confident that this is what we need to be doing for him to boost him confidence for eventual independence.  I think forcing him to adjust the hard way will only make this phase worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RwRrI4ZURNI/AAAAAAAAA-s/bVsXyyXs_Do/s1600-h/small0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RwRrI4ZURNI/AAAAAAAAA-s/bVsXyyXs_Do/s320/small0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117332876921423058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I digress, as I tend to do.  So we went to playschool and Jacob had a great time.  We did some activities based on the letter B and the number 2.  At the end of it Jacob told me, "Mommy, I had a lot of fun here, but I don't want to come back."  How honest.  I've been frustrated with that comment up until now, seeing it in writing.  How perfect.  He expressed himself better than a lot of grown people can.  How can I not respect that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still going back at some point though ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week when I was mowing the lawn I collected some things that I thought Jacob would find interesting. We made a little lesson out of it - rather, I was going to make a nice little lesson out of it, but then the stuff just ended up sitting there for several days, rotting. I got a big weed with huge roots, oak branches with leave and acorns on them, and a couple different kinds of mushrooms. I pulled out three each of the different kinds of mushrooms (and I was going to look them up to identify them). The big idea was that there was one to break apart and examine, one to observe the decomposition process of, and one to try to plan or whatever it is you'd do with a mushroom to get it to grown - set it in dirt? Well, half a week later the treasures were beginning to get stinky in their little basket, so we pulled them out and talked about them a little as they made their way to the compost bin. At least we got to see the cool spores the mushrooms had dropped. I'd forgotten about that, and now I remember that we did that as an actual science project back in middle school or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RwRsnYZUROI/AAAAAAAAA-0/2rcbCat5BEA/s1600-h/small0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RwRsnYZUROI/AAAAAAAAA-0/2rcbCat5BEA/s200/small0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117334500419060962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RwRsnYZURPI/AAAAAAAAA-8/9sFsg_MZp9Q/s1600-h/small0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RwRsnYZURPI/AAAAAAAAA-8/9sFsg_MZp9Q/s200/small0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117334500419060978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RwRsnoZURQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/FtLO76F8SVk/s1600-h/small0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RwRsnoZURQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/FtLO76F8SVk/s200/small0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117334504714028290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At some point during the week we knocked off at least half a dozen postcards to friends.  We've got so many random postcards laying around that need to be used up, so having Jacob dictate what he wants to say to his friends is a perfect little activity.  He loves doing this, and admittedly the messages are sometimes a little weird, but I think it's something that will motivate him to learn to read and write so he can do them on his own someday - not that a child needs motivation for that because they are so naturally motivated anyway.  I always save room for Jacob so he can write his name, or what of his name he can write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RwRmyIZURKI/AAAAAAAAA-U/XHNyJhIKMjM/s1600-h/small0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RwRmyIZURKI/AAAAAAAAA-U/XHNyJhIKMjM/s320/small0022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117328088032887970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RwRwDIZURRI/AAAAAAAAA_M/nyRqWT6zHMU/s1600-h/small0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RwRwDIZURRI/AAAAAAAAA_M/nyRqWT6zHMU/s200/small0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117338275695314194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Other than that it was mostly backyard week and friend week.  With all of Jacob's friends starting pre-school this year I've been feeling the pressure to prove we'll still be able to maintain a great social network, so I had his week packed with friends.  And what do you know, for the first time in his life, Jacob was totally into having friends over, going places to meet his friends, playing with them and not hiding in a corner.  Even the 'friend' who is actually more like 'sworn enemy' to Jacob was allowed over to our house &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RwRwDYZURSI/AAAAAAAAA_U/gDflWcPyGXQ/s1600-h/small0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RwRwDYZURSI/AAAAAAAAA_U/gDflWcPyGXQ/s200/small0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117338279990281506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for more than three hours, welcomed into the backyard and even encouraged to dig in Jacob's beloved Dirt with him!  DO-do-DO-do...  Here he is showing her a little Wooly Bear.  He did scream the first time he almost touched it, but I have to give him credit for getting back there in the ring and actually picking it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RwRleoZURDI/AAAAAAAAA9c/o12NKmXCL2E/s1600-h/small0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RwRleoZURDI/AAAAAAAAA9c/o12NKmXCL2E/s320/small0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117326653513810994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's some of the sacred backyard work Jacob does with Zach.  He's really starting to earn his keep in usefulness as Assistant Laborer around here.  Here they are mixing up some cement for the fence post, and below that the boys are unloading some stone from the truck (not our truck 0 in Zach's dreams).  Looks like Zach might just get his wish of a father/son landscaping business...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RwRnGoZURLI/AAAAAAAAA-c/yGaHnwEHG24/s1600-h/small0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RwRnGoZURLI/AAAAAAAAA-c/yGaHnwEHG24/s320/small0026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117328440220206258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RwRnG4ZURMI/AAAAAAAAA-k/rS6yZaCmU8M/s1600-h/small0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RwRnG4ZURMI/AAAAAAAAA-k/rS6yZaCmU8M/s320/small0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117328444515173570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RwRknIZUQ8I/AAAAAAAAA8k/Cxrv0V07vws/s1600-h/small0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014368667858142966-5206030500451645605?l=it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/feeds/5206030500451645605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014368667858142966&amp;postID=5206030500451645605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/5206030500451645605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/5206030500451645605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-week.html' title='Last Week'/><author><name>xmas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284179091754800477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q-gOK6UXZ0/TjYB7yflN8I/AAAAAAAAEbc/Ohne_fpg8dE/s220/small0029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RwRrI4ZURNI/AAAAAAAAA-s/bVsXyyXs_Do/s72-c/small0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014368667858142966.post-8890462915122969468</id><published>2007-09-23T21:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T22:35:45.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RvcgP_dPp3I/AAAAAAAAA5s/cJUh18cmobM/s1600-h/small0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RvcgP_dPp3I/AAAAAAAAA5s/cJUh18cmobM/s200/small0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113591361006708594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday my mother-in-law called up and asked if it was a good time for her to stop by. She wanted to show Jacob a little turtle that she'd found in her yard before she went back home to release it. Jacob was totally taken with the turtle. I think it might be the first time he's seen one up that close. It was a tiny little thing and so cute, so that when Jacob asked if we could keep it, I wished I could say yes. But that was good, it opened up the discussion to why we can't keep the turtle and why it's important to return it to its natural habitat, the ecosystem, and all that good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RvcZaPdPp2I/AAAAAAAAA5U/VGR_lBGKcCo/s1600-h/small0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RvcZaPdPp2I/AAAAAAAAA5U/VGR_lBGKcCo/s200/small0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113583840518973282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RvcZZ_dPp1I/AAAAAAAAA5M/CiMyVPBJkXU/s1600-h/small0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RvcZZ_dPp1I/AAAAAAAAA5M/CiMyVPBJkXU/s200/small0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113583836224005970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RviBTfdPp6I/AAAAAAAAA6E/urFE0Mzzb9c/s1600-h/small0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RviBTfdPp6I/AAAAAAAAA6E/urFE0Mzzb9c/s200/small0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113979548740855714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RviBrPdPp8I/AAAAAAAAA6U/7yyVHM2lyQA/s1600-h/small0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RviBrPdPp8I/AAAAAAAAA6U/7yyVHM2lyQA/s200/small0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113979956762748866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RviB1PdPp9I/AAAAAAAAA6c/WcUZ74v0dAc/s1600-h/small0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RviB1PdPp9I/AAAAAAAAA6c/WcUZ74v0dAc/s200/small0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113980128561440722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was mowing the lawn and came across several interesting things that I know Jacob would just love to dig into: Mushrooms, acorns, and things with roots. All of a sudden I got big ideas about all the fun things we could do with them. I harvested two different kinds of mushrooms, several of each: One to (attempt) to grow, one to watch decompose, and one to break apart and examine. I picked up quite a few branches with attached acorns from the oak tree. With these we can talk about what a seed is, what the squirrels do with the acorns, we can count them, we can do decorative art projects with them...the possibilities are endless. The roots will be fascinating in and of themselves. We'll talk all about what roots are, what their job is and how they help the plant live and thrive. We haven't done these things yet because it went from light out to bedtime in very little time tonight, but hopefully when we do I'll have pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like nature weekend here. And I have to remember this - that the sporadic lessons are the best ones. I don't have to be a planner, at least not to the extent that I have all the details of each lesson mapped out before we begin. I just have to be ready when the lesson decides to show itself. This is a big part of my philosophy. To stress myself out over not having an idea of what tomorrow will hold is something that might take away from the integrity of what I'm trying to do with Jacob. It will close off my channels so that when something interesting does come along, I won't be paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm very much into all things natural, sustainable living, universal connections...it makes sense that the things I'm teaching Jacob about follow my current train of thought. Learning side by side with him is just what I envisioned. I take interest in something, and out of that comes a lesson for Jacob, but it also works the other way around: He gets interested in something and that sparks my curiosity about a subject too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom always says that, "When the student is ready, the teacher will appear." So if I can remain open to the possibilities and wonder the world is always providing, then I expect it will become sort of like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when the teacher is ready, the lesson will appear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014368667858142966-8890462915122969468?l=it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/feeds/8890462915122969468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014368667858142966&amp;postID=8890462915122969468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/8890462915122969468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/8890462915122969468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/2007/09/teaching-moments_23.html' title='Teaching Moments'/><author><name>xmas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284179091754800477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q-gOK6UXZ0/TjYB7yflN8I/AAAAAAAAEbc/Ohne_fpg8dE/s220/small0029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RvcgP_dPp3I/AAAAAAAAA5s/cJUh18cmobM/s72-c/small0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014368667858142966.post-467420026709195671</id><published>2007-09-15T17:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T19:23:01.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the country and the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RuxfZ4Im4EI/AAAAAAAAA34/aBOtt-KPc8Y/s1600-h/small0001_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RuxfZ4Im4EI/AAAAAAAAA34/aBOtt-KPc8Y/s320/small0001_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110564575328526402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been procrastinating all summer long on the homeschooling thing.  I'll wake up and tell myself that Jacob and I are going to do such-and-such an activity complete with a little theme and other relevant activities.  Then other things happen and we don't do it.  I feel like this is pretty much the moment of truth for me.  What I do now is going to set the tone for the rest of the homeschooling experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of Jacob's friends are starting pre-schooling - actually did start it last week.  Some of the programs are actually really nice, and I think right up my alley.  It would be cool to send him to something like that just for the experience.  I guess one thing that's making me feel a lot of pressure now is that Jacob has been going through another phase where he doesn't want to do anything with other kids.  I think he really does&lt;br /&gt;though and just acts like he doesn't care because maybe he's a little nervous about it.  So it's like this is my first big challenge in terms of the socialization argument that everyone always uses against homeschooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RuxfgIIm4GI/AAAAAAAAA4I/tB5ccKhDt7U/s1600-h/small0003_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RuxfgIIm4GI/AAAAAAAAA4I/tB5ccKhDt7U/s320/small0003_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110564682702708834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to say that I did a really good job of proving myself this week.  Jacob and I got along greatly, which helped alleviate my fear that he might need to go to school so the two of us could have a break from each other.  I got Jacob re-enrolled in gymnastics and we went to the first class of the session on Tuesday.  I plowed through the embarrassment of the first half of the class where he clung to me and refused to do anything, and I was afraid everyone might think me crazy for bringing this child to a class he so obviously doesn't want to be at.  But I think I must have done something right because eventually he jumped right in and has been talking about it ever since.  Perhaps Zach and I got just the right mix of encouraging Jacob in this pursuit and backing off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm noting the pre-school schedules of Jacob's friends and sort of 'drafting their tailwind' by the fact that I'm basing our schedule around when they are no longer available to us.  I'm really trying to condense errands and household chores so that there's more time for the 'homeschooling lessons'.  And basically I just have to remember now that these little lessons are something that's on the chart now.  I have to remember to take the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had some scares lately...like when I was reading the blog of a friend who is going to do kindergarten homeschooling with her five year old.  Holy freaking organized!  And motivated, and enjoying of the process of creating lesson plans.  I can't do that.  At least not yet.  This is just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RuxfaIIm4FI/AAAAAAAAA4A/DLU02VWOzWM/s1600-h/small0002_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RuxfaIIm4FI/AAAAAAAAA4A/DLU02VWOzWM/s320/small0002_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110564579623493714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pre-school stuff here.  And my whole point of homeschooling is that I want us to be able to delve into whatever it is Jacob is feeling at the moment.  I hope I can remember that so I don't ever get freaked out that I don't have the whole year planned out ahead of time.  I think if we can just go into the day knowing there will be a lesson, or lessons, ahead of us, we can relax and let the lessons come to us.  Like yesterday when I finally sat down to look at the two books we got out of the library a few days prior.  They were both random books:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chickens May Not Cross the Road and Other Crazy (But True) Laws&lt;/span&gt;, by Kathi Linz and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Can You Say Peace?&lt;/span&gt;, by Karen Katz.  The first book is about non-nonsensical laws around the country and the second book introduces children from countries around the world and tells you how they say 'peace' in their language.  It was by accident that both of these books cover many different geographic areas but I went with it.  I set up a little table with placemats, one with a world map and the other with a United States map, a hand-me-down light-up globe and both books.  We set to work reading, finding the places the books talk about, pointing to them and naming them.  Jacob was totally into it and I was very pleased with our self-discipline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014368667858142966-467420026709195671?l=it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/feeds/467420026709195671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014368667858142966&amp;postID=467420026709195671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/467420026709195671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/467420026709195671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/2007/09/around-country-and-world.html' title='Around the country and the world'/><author><name>xmas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284179091754800477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q-gOK6UXZ0/TjYB7yflN8I/AAAAAAAAEbc/Ohne_fpg8dE/s220/small0029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RuxfZ4Im4EI/AAAAAAAAA34/aBOtt-KPc8Y/s72-c/small0001_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014368667858142966.post-3289084957274556757</id><published>2007-09-14T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T17:39:28.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RuxdDoIm4DI/AAAAAAAAA3w/xfE-JlzMANY/s1600-h/September+9,+2007.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RuxdDoIm4DI/AAAAAAAAA3w/xfE-JlzMANY/s320/September+9,+2007.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110561994053181490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my mom and Jacob at her house the other day.  They're looking over some songbird flashcards that we got as a gift for MamMa on our trip because she loves birds.  Jacob loves pointing out bluebirds anytime he sees them because "they are MamMa's favorite."  Each person in our lives has different interests, skills, talents, and knowledge in many different areas.  I really encourage them all to share these things with Jacob, and as he grows older my hope is that it will continue so that each person he comes in contact with will be a teacher to him in at least some small way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014368667858142966-3289084957274556757?l=it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/feeds/3289084957274556757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014368667858142966&amp;postID=3289084957274556757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/3289084957274556757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/3289084957274556757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/2007/09/bird-lessons.html' title='Bird Lessons'/><author><name>xmas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284179091754800477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q-gOK6UXZ0/TjYB7yflN8I/AAAAAAAAEbc/Ohne_fpg8dE/s220/small0029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RuxdDoIm4DI/AAAAAAAAA3w/xfE-JlzMANY/s72-c/September+9,+2007.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014368667858142966.post-2522055095378700143</id><published>2007-09-09T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T19:58:53.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spanish Bob</title><content type='html'>One day near the end of our trip Jacob had to pee.  We had been driving so needed to pull over somewhere so he could get out of his carseat.  The first place we came to was a Big Lots.  While Jacob was having his pee break, I discovered that there was internet access in the parking lot!  So we ended up staying a while longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I saw a sign that said no RV parking, or something to that effect.  Well, I couldn't go breaking the rules like that so I figured I should go in and make us legitimate parkers.  I mean, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to, you know, so I thought I should make the best of it.  20 minutes and $30 later I emerged with a  mish-mash of random objects that we either needed, or might possibly need in the next ten years.  That's what happens when you go in a Big Lots.  Among those items:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RusrmIIm4CI/AAAAAAAAA3o/rHWLLyOv4Po/s1600-h/small0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RusrmIIm4CI/AAAAAAAAA3o/rHWLLyOv4Po/s320/small0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110226136200568866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spanish Bob!  We don't speak Spanish, but that's the idea, I guess.  At first it seemed like it could possibly be the strangest homeschooling technique ever, but if you think about it - what's the difference between this and watching an episode of Dora?  Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't watched it for a while now, but in the beginning we were.  And I'll tell you, even though Jacob probably had no idea what he was saying, he would start laughing and say, "Mommy!  Dizzy said *&amp;amp;^  #$@*   *&amp;amp;$@#!"  And I'm pretty sure that's how learning another language begins...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014368667858142966-2522055095378700143?l=it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/feeds/2522055095378700143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014368667858142966&amp;postID=2522055095378700143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/2522055095378700143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/2522055095378700143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/2007/09/spanish-bob.html' title='Spanish Bob'/><author><name>xmas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284179091754800477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q-gOK6UXZ0/TjYB7yflN8I/AAAAAAAAEbc/Ohne_fpg8dE/s220/small0029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RusrmIIm4CI/AAAAAAAAA3o/rHWLLyOv4Po/s72-c/small0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014368667858142966.post-1066589988515938139</id><published>2007-08-31T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T18:05:04.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeschooling by Daddy</title><content type='html'>OK, so I guess I kind of inadvertently took the summer off from posting on this blog.  But don't think I was giving up on it.  We just got very busy with all the summer traveling and being outside.  I suppose if I was to take an entire season off, the summer is a good one, what with the children being out of school and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I first came up with the title 'Homeschooling by Daddy', it was more of a joke because I overheard a very 'manly' conversation upstairs between the men of the house...phrases like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dropping the kids off at the pool&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; cutting the cable &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taking the bread out of the oven&lt;/span&gt;  were being used.  I've given up trying to stop the passing on of this kind of language.  If Zach is going to agree to the homeschooling, then I suppose I have to let him give his two cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RusNu4Im4BI/AAAAAAAAA3g/GHugpXv-cJ8/s1600-h/small0034+trimmed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RusNu4Im4BI/AAAAAAAAA3g/GHugpXv-cJ8/s320/small0034+trimmed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110193301175590930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, I do have to give Zach credit as far as educating our son goes.  On our cross-country trip this past July, Zach more than earned the title.  As I wrote about in my other blog, Jacob really didn't want very much to do me with on the trip.  He was all about Daddy.  I had been looking forward to using our trip as a big learning experience for Jacob, but since I wasn't really allowed to talk to him much of the time, let alone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; at him, Zach did most of the talking.  Whenever we stopped at a new destination, Zach would pull out the US map and draw another few inches of his little line.  Jacob loved this ritual and always gladly joined in.  The two would then have a discussion about where we were going, where we had been and all sorts of facts and interesting highlights about these places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Jacob learned a ton on our trip.  Zach really did an awesome job of explaining things on a three year-old's level - of which I never had to tell him to do!  He's really come a long way in being a good teacher to Jacob, and I can tell he really enjoys it.  It was a great experience for all of us, even though I was stuck in the back with no one to talk to.  There were moments when Jacob would let his guard down and we got to enjoy the time together.  Everyplace we went we talked about what we were seeing with the idea of learning in mind.  And we didn't want to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jacob is still talking about the places we went to, and we're continually reinforcing for him things we learned, talking about states we went to, looking at them on the map.  Jacob and I constantly go back through the pictures, reminiscing about what happened that day or another.  I'm hoping that by doing these things, Jacob comes out of it with an actual, living memory of our trip, and not just a memory of us talking about our trip in the years following.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014368667858142966-1066589988515938139?l=it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/feeds/1066589988515938139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014368667858142966&amp;postID=1066589988515938139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/1066589988515938139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/1066589988515938139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/2007/08/homeschooling-by-daddy.html' title='Homeschooling by Daddy'/><author><name>xmas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284179091754800477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q-gOK6UXZ0/TjYB7yflN8I/AAAAAAAAEbc/Ohne_fpg8dE/s220/small0029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RusNu4Im4BI/AAAAAAAAA3g/GHugpXv-cJ8/s72-c/small0034+trimmed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014368667858142966.post-5626410983938886872</id><published>2007-07-24T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T19:21:34.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Books, The Influences</title><content type='html'>Yikes, that was a while back...I never got around to finishing this post, but of course collecting books is a lifelong thing, so when would it ever really be finished.  Maybe I can update it from time-to-time.  Well, it's really September now, and even though I started this is May, I'm cheating and changing the posting date because, if you know me at all, you know I'm kind of anal.  The future me isn't going to like to see that 'July 2007' is missing from the nice little archive listing on the side.  So the past me (the one who wrote it in May) is gifting it to July.  Although not reflected in what is written below, the last time I consciously thought about adding to this post was in July.  So there.  A nice, tidy explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/24/07&lt;br /&gt;For a while now I've been wanting to record these all in one place, as the books I have which are related to homeschooling seem to be scattered all about this little house.  Some of them have been recently acquired for use as actual homeschooling references, others are books that aren't even necessarily related to homeschooling, but in one way or another, influenced my decision to homeschool.  It's a nap day for Jacob, but as the clock approaches 4pm, I'm anxious to get up there and see about trying to wake him, so this is going to be real quick and possibly disjointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/My-Ishmael-Daniel-Quinn/dp/0553379658"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Ishmael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, by Daniel Quinn - I had the &lt;a href="http://readishmael.com/readishhome.html"&gt;prequel&lt;/a&gt; to this book sitting on my shelf, leftover from an anthropology class I ended up dropping before I got around to reading the book.  It wasn't til a couple years later, when I was pregnant, that I picked up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ishmael&lt;/span&gt; and read it.  It totally changed the way I looked at everything.  I can't explain this in better detail because it's been a few years and only the general message of the book remains.  I did pick it up again and read it maybe 2 years ago.  It still affected me, and I love how you can do that with some books - pick them up years later and still love it, but totally experience the effect in different ways because you are so different from when you first read it.  Yikes, I'd better cut to the chase...yeah, so I read My Ish after that and that the central character is a 12 year old girl, so it seemed to examine the authors viewpoints from a different perspective.  Again, I can't exactly say what it was about the book, but I realized from reading it that I believed in a more natural, 'it takes a village' mentality to education.  And that book explains this part of me.  It was the first book I read that made me consider homeschooling, even though it isn't a homeschooling book.  I guess that also explain part of the 'organic' approach to learning that I have...I find my own paths to the same conclusions that other people have made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Influence Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The Natural Child, Jan Hunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The Continuum Concept, Jean Liedloff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The Unschooling Handbook, Mary Griffith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) How Children Learn, John Holt - but really all his books (which I haven't fully read all of but I'm pretty sure I'm in line with them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The actual homeschooling books:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Homeschooling Handbook, Mary Griffith&lt;br /&gt;Homeschoolers' Success Stories, Linda Dobson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Library Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Homeschooling Book of Answers, Linda Dobson&lt;br /&gt;Parents' Guide to Alternatives In Education, Ronald E. Koetzsch Ph.D.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Activity Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ultimate Book of Homeschooling Ideas, Linda Dobson&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen Table Play &amp;amp; Learn, Tara Copley &amp;amp; Andrea Custer&lt;br /&gt;Great Explorations, Amy Nolan&lt;br /&gt;Great Greek Gods and Goddesses, Patricia Rowe Gilkerson &amp;amp; Kathy Zaun (for much older kids)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Idea books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Re-Creative, Steve Dodds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 'Text' Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Garden Book, Wes Porter&lt;br /&gt;Sugar-Free Toddlers, Susan Watson&lt;br /&gt;Healthy Kids, Marilu Henner&lt;br /&gt;(my sign language books)&lt;br /&gt;My Amazing Body, Pat Thomas&lt;br /&gt;Baby Animals, Treasure Press&lt;br /&gt;Explore the World of Forces of Nature, Anita Ganeri, Ill. Mike Saunders&lt;br /&gt;My Big Books of Animals, Gerald Durrell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Answers Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Questions Little Kids Ask, Dr. Rita Book&lt;br /&gt;How Do I Know? Questions and Answers About the Senses, Robert Carola&lt;br /&gt;Big Book About How Things Work, Joe Kaufman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014368667858142966-5626410983938886872?l=it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/feeds/5626410983938886872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014368667858142966&amp;postID=5626410983938886872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/5626410983938886872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/5626410983938886872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/2007/07/books-influences.html' title='The Books, The Influences'/><author><name>xmas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284179091754800477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q-gOK6UXZ0/TjYB7yflN8I/AAAAAAAAEbc/Ohne_fpg8dE/s220/small0029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014368667858142966.post-2816561498619276019</id><published>2007-06-04T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:16:28.873-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coins'/><title type='text'>Lessons In Coin Rolling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RmS9V32k4LI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ClZeA08fBPU/s1600-h/small0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob and I rolled his coins today. When the bank is full we roll them and he gets to pick out a toy or something else to buy. Instead of doing that today though, Jacob just wanted to put the money into his savings account at the bank. I was so thrilled. Anyway, multiple lessons took place during the coin counting. Here we have counting and learning about coins, amounts that they are each worth and how many of them make up a dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RmS9V32k4LI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ClZeA08fBPU/s1600-h/small0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RmS9V32k4LI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ClZeA08fBPU/s320/small0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072387263793782962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the state quarters. I talked to Jacob about each state and discussed the ones we'll be going to on our cross-country trip in less than a month. We talked about who the men are on the coins. That covered geography and history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RmS9V32k4MI/AAAAAAAAAbM/fWMSa3K3d9M/s1600-h/small0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RmS9V32k4MI/AAAAAAAAAbM/fWMSa3K3d9M/s320/small0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072387263793782978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Jacob is working on his fine motor skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RmS9WH2k4NI/AAAAAAAAAbU/uyN-NzRN25E/s1600-h/small0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RmS9WH2k4NI/AAAAAAAAAbU/uyN-NzRN25E/s320/small0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072387268088750290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The final tally was $25. I was really looking forward to getting the cool Bob the Builder birthday set at Target...but this is even better. Jacob's learning to save money and we really don't need anymore toys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014368667858142966-2816561498619276019?l=it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/feeds/2816561498619276019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014368667858142966&amp;postID=2816561498619276019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/2816561498619276019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/2816561498619276019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/2007/06/lessons-in-coil-rolling.html' title='Lessons In Coin Rolling'/><author><name>xmas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284179091754800477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q-gOK6UXZ0/TjYB7yflN8I/AAAAAAAAEbc/Ohne_fpg8dE/s220/small0029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RmS9V32k4LI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ClZeA08fBPU/s72-c/small0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014368667858142966.post-5220965746826497955</id><published>2007-06-02T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T09:14:40.127-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>What the Hail?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RmF65kEwS7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/8odUTImrM3w/s1600-h/small0005_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RmF65kEwS7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/8odUTImrM3w/s320/small0005_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071469784750640050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a mini hail storm here the other day. I guess I haven't really seen that much hail because I thought it was pretty cool, as did Jacob. We set to collecting as much of it as we could from the ground when the storm had passed (not to mention the hail that was actually in our house, due to the fact that the addition windows still don't have screens on them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we looked up hail on the internet and learned all about it.  We visited &lt;a href="http://www.chaseday.com/hail.htm"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt;, and holy crap do you see the size of that hail??  And we went &lt;a href="http://snrs.unl.edu/amet498/carlson/whatishail.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. If I was more disciplined I probably would have come up with an activity for Jacob to do, but considering his age I think decifering the technical science speak and translating it into three year old terms was enough for one lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RmF65kEwS8I/AAAAAAAAAY0/JgKy7H-vZXU/s1600-h/small0004_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RmF65kEwS8I/AAAAAAAAAY0/JgKy7H-vZXU/s320/small0004_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071469784750640066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RmF650EwS9I/AAAAAAAAAY8/WCSXi-iuxxs/s1600-h/small0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RmF650EwS9I/AAAAAAAAAY8/WCSXi-iuxxs/s320/small0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071469789045607378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014368667858142966-5220965746826497955?l=it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/feeds/5220965746826497955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014368667858142966&amp;postID=5220965746826497955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/5220965746826497955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/5220965746826497955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-hail.html' title='What the Hail?'/><author><name>xmas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284179091754800477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q-gOK6UXZ0/TjYB7yflN8I/AAAAAAAAEbc/Ohne_fpg8dE/s220/small0029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RmF65kEwS7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/8odUTImrM3w/s72-c/small0005_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014368667858142966.post-8202521029433307035</id><published>2007-05-29T07:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T08:06:31.233-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;garden stones&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Mothers&apos; Day&quot;'/><title type='text'>Mothers' Day Project</title><content type='html'>I was waiting to post this until I had taken the 'after' picture. We used cement, a heart-shaped mold and some shaped pieces that I bought for this purpose, as well as broken up terrcotta pot from the backyard, stones we found and colored glass. We gave one to Zach's mom (pictured in the 'maling of' picutres) and one for my mom (the finished product). Jacob loved this, of course, and I think it will be a project that we do again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RlwdzriqwBI/AAAAAAAAAVU/oNlC2d7RrIA/s1600-h/small0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RlwdzriqwBI/AAAAAAAAAVU/oNlC2d7RrIA/s320/small0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069960054211002386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/Rlwdz7iqwCI/AAAAAAAAAVc/IfpAppLRLdU/s1600-h/small0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/Rlwdz7iqwCI/AAAAAAAAAVc/IfpAppLRLdU/s320/small0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069960058505969698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/Rlwd0LiqwDI/AAAAAAAAAVk/1BMaLBWYf_0/s1600-h/small0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Day Project'/><author><name>xmas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284179091754800477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q-gOK6UXZ0/TjYB7yflN8I/AAAAAAAAEbc/Ohne_fpg8dE/s220/small0029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/RlwdzriqwBI/AAAAAAAAAVU/oNlC2d7RrIA/s72-c/small0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014368667858142966.post-1039251998281631617</id><published>2007-05-24T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T16:26:01.156-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;homeschooling materials&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>Two Favorites</title><content type='html'>I was just working on a list of books that concern homeschooling in one way (how they influenced the development of my philosophy) or another (that they are actual homeschooling books) but the list was growing far too long to finish all the explanations that have to go with each of them.  So real quick, here are two of my favorites that don't really apply to the other list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this &lt;a href="http://www.beleduc.de/eng/index.html"&gt;puzzle&lt;/a&gt;!  They've got one for a girl, boy, frog, duck, butterfly, what appears to be various ages and stages of human development, and apparently since I last visited the site pizza, cheese, honey, chocolate (have got to get that one!) wool, and the 4 seasons.  They're layer puzzles, five layers each, and I just think it's the most ingenious thing.  It's interactive learning because the puzzle tells a story, but to get the story you have to actually do the puzzle...I'm sure there's a much more intellectual way of putting that!  We have the boy puzzle, and it's very anatomically correct, complete with all the inner-workings of one's body.  This is one of the few things I have purchased full-price.  I think it was $25 dollars but it is European made and a very high quality so it was well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this &lt;a href="http://www.harpercollinschildrens.com/HarperChildrens/Parents/BookDetail.aspx?isbn13=9780060001506"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt;!  So much so that, like the puzzle, it is one of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; few books I paid full-price&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; for. It's called&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Diary of a Worm&lt;/span&gt;, by Doreen Cronin.  I first saw this book in Marisa's pre-school when Jacob and I were visiting there one day and I was just tickled by it.  I'm all about different perspectives and surrounding Jacob with materials that are going to help him to become a fully-conscious, open-minded person  and this books fits the bill.  I was at the library yesterday, trying to do a search for books on foxes and books on dragons because that's what Jacob was asking to learn about.  All I could come up with was stupid fiction books with a fox as the title character who goes to a party or flies a plane or some completely unrealistic plot line that has nothing to do with what a fox is.  I get so sick of anthropomorphism in children's books, but this book is a refreshing change.  Sure, the characters sometimes don baseball caps, hair bows or glasses, as well as writing in English, but they live in appropriate places, eat appropriate things and the story has just enough human in it so that we can we relate to the worms but not too much that you lose the perspective of the worm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014368667858142966-1039251998281631617?l=it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/feeds/1039251998281631617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014368667858142966&amp;postID=1039251998281631617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/1039251998281631617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/1039251998281631617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/2007/05/two-favorites.html' title='Two Favorites'/><author><name>xmas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284179091754800477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q-gOK6UXZ0/TjYB7yflN8I/AAAAAAAAEbc/Ohne_fpg8dE/s220/small0029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014368667858142966.post-5047154764596780227</id><published>2007-05-23T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T13:05:08.643-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TopTen'/><title type='text'>Top Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I started writing this over a month ago and it's been in draft form ever since, so some of this stuff might be outdated, or disjointed...but you get the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top ten all things Jacob:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Talking about when he grows up. Recently he said, "When I grow up I want to be a grocery store man. Everybody will know Jacob is a grocery store man." I wondered where the heck that came from, then I realized it resembled a Busytown plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Playing doctor. I actually don't mind this pretend game because it's the one where I get to expend the least amount of energy. I just have to lay there and tell Jacob what's wrong and then pretend it hurts when he gives me a shot. I can even get him to fetch me things, as long as I say, "Oh can you get me such-and-such, since I have to stay on the doctor's table?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/Rjs_JuJ4-WI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Uuzn3pvieFw/s1600-h/small+0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/Rjs_JuJ4-WI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Uuzn3pvieFw/s320/small+0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060708042521770338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8) Playing pretend with Emma.  This just means that he's pretending Emma is here.  Emma is a friend of his, but one that Jacob has mixed feelings about because I think he's a little afraid of her.  She in these pretend games Jacob gets to be the boss and tells me about all the bad things Emma does.  But he also reads her books and stuff, so I think it's nice he can display compassion too.  I think it's cool that Jacob has learned to resolve his feelings about Emma in this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Running away from us and saying "You can't catch me!"  When we're on walks, in public, at home; whether you want him to or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Diggin for worms in the backyard.  Jacob is nice to them and makes them new homes, brings them back to their 'mommies' when he's done.  He's obsessed with them now anytime we're in the backyard - at least he's gentle with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) pretending he's a baby animal. This is another way I can get him to do whatever I want him to. I just have to use a funny momma lion voice, or whatever animal it is that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/Rjs_auJ4-XI/AAAAAAAAAPM/MWptirHVfso/s1600-h/small0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/Rjs_auJ4-XI/AAAAAAAAAPM/MWptirHVfso/s320/small0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060708334579546482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4) Talking about his birthday.  There was an incident at Jacob's third birthday where he couldn't get the candles blown out, so I tried to help without him knowing it.  This ended up backfiring and one of the kids next to Jacob got the blame (from Jacob) for blowing out the candles.  So Jacob tells me at his next birthday he doesn't want any kids there.  He also tells me he wants a carrot cake and it must be at our house.  This has been going on since the last birthday - and we've still got five months to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Folding laundry.  Yes, Jacob loves to fold laundry.  He does a pretty good job too.  We sort the laundry according to whom it belongs (he is excellent at this part) and Jacob's laundry goes into his little shopping cart.  Then he wheels it to his room and I hang stuff while he folds the stuff that has to be folded.  He absolutely loves this because it's helping out, and what kid doesn't like to 'help'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) "Where are my thumbs?"  This is probably the most boring of all the pretend games.  And the most obvious.  C'mon, you actually think I really can't figure out where your thumb is?  This is mostly played in the car when there is nothing else to do and Jacob can't really move, so I've got to give him credit for improvising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Working.  Working anything.  And I mean like construction work.  He's so into this addition that we've got going, and he's really good at certain stuff too.  He'll work for hours on end with Zach - won't eat, or drink, take the time to pee until it happens in his pants, and then he won't even tell me because that would mean he'd have to stop working to change his clothes.  There's a picture of him hammering (properly) up above.  I don't believe he's ever banged his hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014368667858142966-5047154764596780227?l=it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/feeds/5047154764596780227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014368667858142966&amp;postID=5047154764596780227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/5047154764596780227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/5047154764596780227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/2007/05/top-ten.html' title='Top Ten'/><author><name>xmas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284179091754800477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q-gOK6UXZ0/TjYB7yflN8I/AAAAAAAAEbc/Ohne_fpg8dE/s220/small0029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJcmENdvppY/Rjs_JuJ4-WI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Uuzn3pvieFw/s72-c/small+0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014368667858142966.post-5073963329243907609</id><published>2007-05-02T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T16:32:54.821-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environmentalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking/baking'/><title type='text'>Carrot Cake, Stepping Stones and an East Coast Excursion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's what we've done, or I've planned in so far this week in the 'homeschooling' department:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ Yesterday we baked a carrot cake because for as long as I can remember after his 3rd birthday party, Jacob has been talking about his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;next &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;birthday. He tells me he wants it to be at our house (since none of our parties ever have been - if we could get this addition done already then we might actually have room for more than five people at once), he wants carrot cake, and he doesn't want kids there. This last stipulation I think is due to my attempting to be the hero at his last party when he couldn't blow the candles out. I did the parental thing where you kind of blow on 'em over the kid's head so he thinks he did it himself. Well it backfired when Jacob turned his head to the right for some reason, and then turned back to see the candles had been blow out. I can still see the look of shock, the disappointment, then the crumpled face and the tears. Really. I have it on video. It's actually pretty funny. But anyway, Emma was just to his left so she got the blame. Thus, he wants no kids at his party because they will steal his fire. I am a bad mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ I've been all over creation looking for this special glaze I think exists. I want to do a sort of mosaic project thing on old plates I have. I think it will be a neat project for me and Jacob. He'd totally love it and it will encompass certain values I hold dear: One or more of the 3R's, creativity, making gifts instead of spending money on them, etc. I can't find the crap and I don't have a kiln so while I was at JoAnn Fabrics today giving up on finding what I was really looking for, I settled on a kit to do mosaic garden stones. Mothers' Day is coming up so that's good timing for the grands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let me pause here to confess that I now know the real reason I have chosen to homeschool. It is an unconscious desire to have an unlimited need for all things crafty from JoAnn's. I'm not the generic scrapbooking, pattern-following, crocheting suburban mom (nothing against those of you though, I'm in awe of your ability to create something worthy of selling or displaying)...I feel more like an artsy, free-forming, go-crazy-with-color free-spirit type. I don't really identify with a place like JoAnn's, but I definitely do love wandering around there in a sleepy-like dreamland haze. Um...I think you can tell the way it makes me feel by my over-descriptiveness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've always been like this..I want those things just to have them; to surround myself in beads and glitter paint, colorful fabric and unpainted trunks. It's not that I'm a girly girl, I find excitement in these things on an energetic level. I have all these creative urges, but no channels from which they can emerge. I want to learn how to sew so badly. I don't think I need to be able to make clothes, but I want to be able to alter them, to make them unique. And I've turned it into myself again...but Jacob, I know he'll love all those projects too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ Lastly, I took Jacob and his cousin Marisa for a walk at my mom's today. It was beautiful out so I couldn't resist being in a good mood and eager to play pretend with them. We began our walk with the idea in mind that we were going to Disney World so I decided a fun way to introduce the east coast geography would be to pretend that we were going through each state one-by-one. As we passed through each state I talked all about them and the capitals, things like that. I don't know, maybe it sounds silly, but I thought it was a creative way to implement learning. A part of my 'vision', I suppose, is that I want a lot of Jacob's learning to take place through interaction with nature. I want him to appreciate it and respect it, and be part of the generation that will finally make up the critical mass of people who will save the world from ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014368667858142966-5073963329243907609?l=it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/feeds/5073963329243907609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014368667858142966&amp;postID=5073963329243907609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/5073963329243907609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/5073963329243907609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/2007/05/carrot-cake-stepping-stones-and-east.html' title='Carrot Cake, Stepping Stones and an East Coast Excursion'/><author><name>xmas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284179091754800477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q-gOK6UXZ0/TjYB7yflN8I/AAAAAAAAEbc/Ohne_fpg8dE/s220/small0029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014368667858142966.post-5071261257059955157</id><published>2007-05-02T06:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T06:50:07.663-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='napping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>To nap or not to nap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That is the million dollar question in our house these days.  And I'm too tired to even write about it in full sentences...there's the tantrums surrounding bedtime, naptime.  Jacob's horseness because he screams so much about going to sleep.  I tell him his body is tired because at this point I'm thinking he must not know what it means to be tired.  He tells me his body is not tired.  We fight it out and two hours later he is asleep.  Then maybe two hours later he finally wakes up, and there you have four prime hours mid-day that have been lost to this damn nap that I can tell he still needs because the state of the skin around his eyes report to me that he is not rested.  He is never rested.  Yesterday he was so tired at naptime that he actually slipped and said, "I don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to sleep!"  Yes, thank you.  I knew that much, but I have never heard you admit it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know what to do.  It wouldn't have been an issue a year ago or any other time before that because he was so portable.  I could put him in the car, the stroller, and he could sleep.  I could do anything with him sleeping and it was exhilarating.  Yesterday I looked like a fool at the ATM trying to make a deposit with a 3 1/2 year old slung over my shoulder.  Ever heard of a drive-up ATM people?  And the library, that pisses me off.  You can't ever put movies or audio books into the drop slot.  I did on Sunday though because I just had to return this movie that was already so late, but I paid for it, a one dollar fee for every movie, etc that you drop in the outdoor slot.  As if I don't pay the library enough.  When I was there the next day, I shelled out $6.20.  I am keeping the library in business by my late fees alone!  And then if the library is open, the drop slot is locked.  WHY?  This pisses me off so much.  Is it to punish you?  That means that if you just want to return something, you have to take your sleeping child out of the car and schlep him all the way inside, rather than just leave him in the car while you drive by and drop your stuff off.  I chalk it up to disgruntled librarians on a power trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, what does this all have to do with homeschooling?  I guess that I'm saying if Jacob didn't waste four hours every day on fighting the nap and then sleeping off the fight, we would have more time to start the actual 'homeschooling' that I'm always talking about.  Plus I think this is too boring a subject to write about on my normal blog?  Who wants to hear about the survival of this little family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, I either already made my point, or I forgot what it was going to be...I'm too tired to remember.  Either way, I hope this came out coherent enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014368667858142966-5071261257059955157?l=it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/feeds/5071261257059955157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014368667858142966&amp;postID=5071261257059955157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/5071261257059955157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/5071261257059955157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-nap-or-not-to-nap.html' title='To nap or not to nap.'/><author><name>xmas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284179091754800477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q-gOK6UXZ0/TjYB7yflN8I/AAAAAAAAEbc/Ohne_fpg8dE/s220/small0029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014368667858142966.post-5280892921469388569</id><published>2007-04-29T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T23:17:35.260-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>Happy Half Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I was very new to motherhood, I felt the need to categorize myself and I wanted to identify with a 'type' of parenting. I layed down roots in attachment parenting and got the bumper stickers to prove it. It's only recently that I've realized somewhere along the way I gained the confidence to set out on my own, with my own brand of instinctual parenting. For the most part I think I still fit the mold, but I no longer strongly identify with attachment parenting. I've come to think of it as natural parenting and that makes sense considering my overall philosophy about child rearing in general. I don't care if you parent the way I do or if you do things completely opposite, all I care about is that there is a reason behind your decisions, that they are thought out, and that you're decisions are based in what is best for your family, NOT what society or the norm dictates. I can't stand it when someone weans their child at a certain age because they think that's what you're supposed to do.  However, if you never breastfed your child at all, yet your decision was firmly based in the knowledge that it would be a bad situation for you and your child, then I can respect that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And so, homeschooling is for us.  More specifically, unschooling, although I'm sure I'll come to think of it as organic learning.  I don't have anything against public school or the people who send their kids there.  It's just not for my family.  I figured that out halfway through college when I was training to become an elementary school teacher.  Lots of people tell me that they think it's great and they wish they could do it.  I'm thrilled to at least have the support that other people see it as a viable method.  I don't mind that those people say they couldn't do it.  The biggest factor is that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to do this.  Not everyone's motivation points in that direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jacob is 3 1/2 today. A lot of his friends are starting pre-school and even though this isn't going to affect us directly, I think it's going to be a part of the natural progression in our homeschooling experience. I think it will force me to get out there and start exploring the options for Jacob. For now I'm just doing the things that other parents of three year-olds do, but the difference is I'm doing it with the consciousness that it will continue into the traditional school-age years.  It's really just an extension of the natural parenting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want Jacob to have the freedom to learn what he wants, when he wants, and in the way he wants. I want to get out there in the world and experience it first-hand. Books will certainly be a huge part of his learning, but I don't plan to use textbooks, or a curriculum. Rather, I'd like to find people who have something to share and let the learning take place from interacting with those people. I realize I'm saying 'I' a lot. I hope that doesn't sound selfish...yes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; plan to be learning things too, but that's part of it anyway. When Jacob is ready to take the lead, that's what I'll let him do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For now I'm getting excited about the endless possibilities: Learning chess and at the same time getting exposure to a type of person he might never have the opportunity to interact with in a school setting; having science 'class' in the backyard; day trips to working farms and nature preserves. I'd like this blog to be a place where I can record what we've been doing, what we are planning to do and what we hope to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014368667858142966-5280892921469388569?l=it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/feeds/5280892921469388569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1014368667858142966&amp;postID=5280892921469388569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/5280892921469388569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014368667858142966/posts/default/5280892921469388569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://it--takes--a--village.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-half-birthday.html' title='Happy Half Birthday!'/><author><name>xmas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12284179091754800477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q-gOK6UXZ0/TjYB7yflN8I/AAAAAAAAEbc/Ohne_fpg8dE/s220/small0029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
