Sixty Seconds

During school this morning, I thought it would be fun to take a photo of everyone within one minute. So I did.

Here's what I found:

Bud, Doing Math




At which point I had to capture his hair forever

Pixie, practicing piano--music is one of her major subjects this year

Wombles, playing with cars. Vroom!




Nutmeg was sleeping. Or pretending to.
Happy Middle-o'-the-week!

Pixie's Ideas

It's early. It's Monday. J has left for work, and the kids'll be running in any moment now (they are not allowed to come crash the party until 6:30am).

I was looking through pictures, and found this one:



Pixie likes to make the world more beautiful. She often has good ideas. I'd like to be the kind of mom that helps her to track those down and make them happen: the kind for whom saying, "Sure! Cut the rose off the bush. It's perfect for your horse!" comes naturally and easily. I'm not yet there.

Here's another one:


It just reminded me of how interesting Pixie can be. While this snail race hasn't happened yet, she got this idea into her head and made the race"track." We do have plenty of snails lurking in the rock border of our garden.

I'm kinda hoping that she remembers this, and we get to take a break from school today to go watch the snails careen crazily across the paper. Staying in their proper lanes, of course.

And I'm kinda hoping I can be the kind of mom who can take a break for this sort of thing to happen. Today, anyway. You know, baby steps.

She's really fun, this one. And look out. She's full of ideas.


What are you doing today?

Off to my teacup,
H

Eight Months of Nutmeg!

WOW! She's nine months old today. Which means that tonight I will be desperately looking around for a white onesie that fits her, and then (I hope) snapping a bunch of photos.

But, as a history lesson, in the month leading up to her eighth mesaversary, Nutmeg acquired two teeth. See?

She also started eating foods--mostly fruits and veggies, but some cereal, too.

Sweet potatoes=yes
Green beans=no
carrots=yes
green beans=no
prunes=heck, YES!
green beans=NO, NO, NO.


Green beans dipped in prunes?...
YES.

(We refused to waste the green beans).

She went on her first boat ride, got really good at playing with a sparkly ball, and continued to scrunch up her nose when she's really happy. We call it the "nose crunch." As in, "OOOooh, Bud! You got a nose crunch from Nutmeg! She LOVED that!"

We're definitely keeping her.

Almost, but not quite, a nose crunch

Tooth #4

Bud lost another tooth recently. He looooves showing the gap.


This time around, he even let the tooth fairy take it!

Back to School

We are embarking on our fourth week of school. Overall, it's been lovely. I am loving our new curriculum (Sonlight!), and am happy with some other switches we've made (no more Saxon math for Bud...because what good does it do being a math genius if you're so BORED that you HATE it? And I mean, we were both bored).

**Update: I didn't mean to imply that there were math geniuses at our house...just that Saxon tends to create math geniuses. Unfortunately, I think it often creates math geniuses who hate math. Sloppy thinking! Sloppy writing! But that's what I meant.**


But I just wanted to share some back-to--school photos. Because.


Can you believe it? A third grader! (which means I've been doing this for four years. Yikes.)



Quote: "School is different for me. I have spelling and stuff."



And oh, my. We're having sweet times, although my biggest challenge this year is turning out to be making sure this sweet pre-k'er doesn't get lost in the shuffle.

Not that he would ever make that easy, mind you.

Happy back-To-School, everyone!

Conflicted

Or maybe he's not. Somehow, in Wombles, the best all seems to come together without conflict.

Oh, that that could be the case on the FIELD! UGHHH!

Happy Sunday,
H

Nutmeg Learns to Dance!

OK, Last night J told me that it was time to move on from the fruit bat. And my Mimi called and said, "You're falling BEHIND on your blog!"

We're in the middle of our school week, things are cooking along, and it's time for me to play hopscotch and Candyland (uuggghhhh) with Wombles while Bud and Pixie are away at Chinese for 45 minutes. But I give you Nutmeg's newest trick as a temporizing measure. Or tempo-izing?

I walked past and she was bopping to the music!

This song is the first of a playlist of "happy music" for me, and she just made it better.