Tuesday, November 27, 2012

The Goops, by William Wordsworth

As many of you know, I am sort of a purist when it comes to poetry; therefore I only teach the kids the most classic of poems. This is one of them -- a lesser known Wordsworth poem titled, "The Goops." No, really. Enjoy. The words are below so you can get the full effect.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1NeQ3cnpFlA&feature=youtu.be

The Goops

by Gillette Burgess
The Goops they lick their fingers
And the Goops they lick their knives:
They spill their broth on the tablecloth
Oh, they lead disgusting lives!

The Goops they talk while eating,
And loud and fast they chew;
And that is why I'm glad that I
Am not a Goop, are you?

A Turkey Day recap

Hi everybody, and happy belated Turkey Day! This is Catherine. Mommy has asked me to update her blog, since she is far too busy watching soap operas and taking naps. So I thought I'd start my new role as blogger by recapping Thanksgiving. So here goes!

This Thanksgiving we went to Uncle Luke and Aunt Kristen's house. We also went to the park. We had yummy stuffing and a turkey that Uncle Luke cooked in a big pot. The boys were hoping it would catch fire and explode, but no such luck.

We also decorated cookies at Aunt Tara's house. Dommie fit 1,059 M&Ms on one cookie. Then he ate them all. Aunt Tara sent all the decorating stuff home with us and we've been bugging Mommy to let us destroy her kitchen decorate cookies ever since. Mommy looooooves sprinkles. Especially when they are all over the floor.


Well, Mommy is calling me to do more chores (I'm like Cinderella around here!) so I'd better run. Chop, chop lollipop! See you later, alligator! In a while, crocodile!






On the left: our turkey cookies before Dommie defeathered them.


Saturday, September 15, 2012

And the sun shall absolve the earth...

This was solar system week at our little academy, and there were quite a few debates about whether the earth absolves, revolves or installs around the sun. Or is the sun around the earth? Huh. I find I am no longer capable of saying, "Look at the sunset," because, darn it, the sun isn't moving! Such a purist.

Among various solar system projects the kids also made geometric sculptures out of marshmallows and toothpicks, learned how to soak people with a water bottle using a secret hole, captured various snails and slugs, and watched a cicada shed its exoskeleton. In the past couple weeks they've taken full advantage of the gorgeous weather with lots of walks, playground visits, picnics and outdoor nature classes.

And then, of course, there is Monica -- who is now fully sitting up, crawling and tipping over Genie's water bowl every chance she gets. Oh, and, you know, the usual swordplay. Which will fit in perfectly with our next unit of study -- ancient Rome!






Thursday, September 13, 2012

Homeschool by the numbers

When we began homeschooling, it was largely a reaction to the idea that then 5-year-old Catherine would go from a lifestyle of all-day play and running around to sitting for 6+ hours at a desk. It seemed like an unnatural transformation. We wanted to let our kids be kids for as long as possible. Gradually this morphed into a philosophy of instilling in our kids a love of learning -- shouldn't that be the purpose of education, to turn children into lifelong learners? We just didn't see how this was going to happen in the typical school environment with its heavy emphasis (at least around here) on early reading and testing. So instead, we opted to homeschool, which allowed the kids a leisurely learning pace that could focus on the joy of learning rather than the progress of education.

It was only later that we began noticing the impressive academic statistics regarding homeschoolers. Time and again they seemed to outperform their peers on standardized tests. They did better in college. They were better adjusted. Wasn't this the opposite of what we had always heard about homeschooling? Indeed it was. But these statistics have been compiled by such varied groups -- including the teachers' unions, who are fanatically opposed to homeschooling -- that it's hard to dispute them.

So here are the numbers:
  • On national standardized tests in reading, homeschoolers scored an average of 89%. Public school students scored an average of 50%. In math, homeschoolers scored 84%. Public school students scored 50%. 
  • At the college level, students who come from a homeschool had an average GPA of 3.41 as freshmen and 3.46 as seniors. Non-homeschooled students had an average GPA of 3.12 as freshmen and 3.16 as seniors. 
  • Homeschooled students have a 66.7% college graduation rate, as opposed to the 57.5% rate of their peers. 
  • In a study measuring communication, social skills, daily living skills and maturity, homeschooled students outscored public school students on every single level.
I still wouldn't say that we homeschool because of the statistics. Our primary reasons remain the lifestyle and the desire to instill a lifelong love of learning. But these statistics sure don't hurt!




Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Back to (home)school

Well, yesterday was the day that our kids woke up early, got dressed instead of watching Fireman Sam on TV, and... sat down at the kitchen table. Like their school-bound counterparts, they had a mixture of anxiety and excitement about starting school.

When we started homeschooling, I was reluctant to tell people. I worried what they would think -- that we were one of those head-in-the-sand families whose kids do their schoolwork in a closet and are never exposed to real life or to other kids. Now, I'm happy to tell others what we do and how we do it, and I love people's curiosity about our lifestyle.

In fact, our lifestyle is one of the things I enjoy the most about homeschooling. We're not tied to school breaks for vacations. We can go anywhere, anytime we want. We can take a morning off to visit a museum... or the grocery store. We can take our schoolwork to the park or to the backyard. Best of all, I never have to sit in a carpool pickup line.

So, to mark the start of our school year, I wanted to answer questions that I get asked all the time.

What exactly is homeschooling? Isn't that something only weirdos do? 
Once upon a time, maybe. But homeschooling -- when the parents teach the children at home rather than sending them to school -- is becoming more and more mainstream. In 1980, homeschooling was illegal in 30 states and only a few thousand kids were educated at home. By 1993, every state allowed homeschooling. By the mid 2000's about 1.5 million kids were homeschooled. That number grows 7-15% each year, so estimates now point to about 2.04 million homeschooled kids (that's at least 5% of all school-age children).

How do you teach? Does the state give you textbooks?
I wish. No, actually, I don't. Part of the great thing about homeschooling is the freedom to choose your curriculum (I do wish the state would pay for it, though -- or at least give us a tax break). We teach all the core subjects -- reading/spelling/grammar, math, science, history, social studies, geography, art, art study, music and Spanish -- but we choose what we want to use for materials. I look for hands-on curriculums that suit the learning style of each individual child. Catherine, for instance, is very visual, while Vincent does great with auditory learning.

Do you have to report to the state? 
Each state has different requirements. North Carolina is very lax. I'm required to take attendance (180 days of instruction are required) and to do end-of-year standardized testing for certain grades. Should the state require more? I think it should, yes. For my own benefit I keep very detailed lesson plans and examples of the kids' schoolwork.

What about socialization? Do your kids actually have friends?
Ahhh... If only I had a penny for each time I hear that! The short answer is, yes, our kids are socialized. Weekly Catherine takes gymnastics, science and art classes, and faith formation. Vincent takes the same art and science classes and has a "lunch bunch" sports clinic on Mondays. Both are involved with Catholic children's groups that meet regularly to play and to study the saints. We are involved with a Catholic homeschool organization that has about 120 families (and being Catholic, that of course means a ton of kids). We do a nature society and a preschool playgroup. We have playdates with friends. But beyond that, our kids are exposed to people of all ages -- through our regular outings they learn to interact with other parents, older and younger siblings, and a variety of teachers and coaches.

And finally... WHY? What kind of a crazy person wants to have her kids home all day???
First of all, we're not home all day. I tend to think that the phrase "homeschool" is a misnomer, simply because we do so much out of the house! We live in a great area for homeschooling; every museum and park around here has special classes for homeschoolers. It's a booming business. But more to the point, I love having our kids home (or out) with me. They are small for such a short time. Of course, there are broader reasons, having to do with academic excellence and morality... so stay tuned next post for some eye-opening statistics.

Monday, August 27, 2012

Catherine's first race

I'm not exaggerating to say I've dreamed about this for a long time -- Catherine's first one-miler! And I was lucky enough to be running at her side. She ran a 10:03, which is pretty respectable for a 7-year-old. She also won for the 8-and-under age group.

But what really struck me was that when she got tired, she soldiered on, and I could hear her whispering to herself, "I can do anything with God at my side."

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

A homemade birthday

Her first sewing project: A felt cookie
It was about time for my annual "I will learn to sew!" delusion, so Catherine's seventh birthday was the perfect time to run to the fabric store, buy lots of cute fabric, haul out Mom's old 1969 Singer, then place a bunch of calls to Mom asking how to thread the needle.

Anyway, this summer's encounter with the Singer was slightly better than in year's past. I made some stuffed animal sleeping bags, a picnic blanket for Catherine's dolls, some felt cookies, and a Barbie bed sheet (and the Barbie bed, too -- granola bar boxes, pencils and duct tape!). I also made the most wretched doll dress ever (straight to the trash can).

Barbie bed made from granola boxes and duct tape
The good news (besides the fact that I'm done sewing for the year) is that Catherine has really found enjoyment in doing crafty things herself. Along with the homemade gifts we gave her a craft box full of thread and fabric and fun stuff, and her skill (and patience) already exceed mine.

I'm hoping that next year, when I am once again determined to conquer the sewing machine, she can thread the needle for me.










Sunday, August 5, 2012

Blowing Rock

I have several enduring memories from our recent trip to Blowing Rock in the North Carolina mountains (I'm not sure which mountains, because I have a horrible sense of geography). The first is the death grip we kept on Dominic as we stared in awe at the waterfalls cascading into the gorge at Linville Falls. The second is being out in the middle of a lake with the kids on a pedalboat as clouds gathered directly overhead. After the first strike of lightning Vincent said to me, "Mommy? Remember how you said lightning likes to strike water? Well, are we going to die now?"
We didn't, thankfully. In fact, we survived well enough to rescue the train at Tweetsie Railroad from train robbers and Indians the following day. And Dominic was not at all scared, thank you very much (Dominic was rather wide-eyed when a fully-painted Indian boarded the train, but he swore up and down -- much later -- that he was not scared and that he actually tried to kill the Indian with his gun).

Ah yes, the guns. Because we could not possibly leave a Wild West town without adding to our arsenal, we came away from Tweetsie with a cap gun for each child (Catherine's is pink) and a lifetime supply of caps that will last, oh, probably another week at the rate we're going.
My pack mule


"The waterfall is THIS high!"

Linville Falls

Bob Timberlake's car

Chetola Resort

Off to rescue the train!

Contemplating the robbery


Is your mama a llama?


Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Superboys

Hey... why aren't we flying???
An "impulse buy" used to mean too-expensive shoes... now an impulse buy means Superman shirts and capes at Target (but in my defense, the capes are detachable -- how cool!). However, once the little superheroes discovered that capes do not give them the ability to leap over tall buildings in a single bound, they demanded another way to fly... thus, jetpacks. A little silver spraypaint, some "fire" out of tissue paper, and the boys were ready to save the world.

Prepare for takeoff.

Apparently, being a superhero gives you the power to eat EVERY SINGLE ONE of the cinnamon rolls.

Thursday, June 28, 2012

What we did in Ohio

I should really title this post, "What we DIDN'T do in Ohio," because if there was something to be done, we did it. So, without further ado, here is a photographic compilation of our visit. 

Vincent's first hole-in-one
Daddy and baby relaxing



Dommie on a pony



Dommie pets his first boa


Dommie finds his family







Irish tap dancing ballerina

Monica is pretty convinced she belongs on stage as a tap-dancing ballerina, so this year she is taking tap... and ballet... and Irish dan...