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"Love" photos...

Ok. I'm homeschooling. If I were born in a different time, I'd love to be Lucille Ball, June Cleaver, Ethel Merman or Vivien Leigh. I'm a country girl living in the city. But, oh, to be as cool as her. These are absolutley gorgeous! Take a peek. You might need a tissue.

Getting organized!

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I'm getting sort of excited. I have an inner need to organize and label things. I bought another shelf from WallyWorld and Ace and I put it together. Miss Busy and I moved the scrap booking cupboard over and scooted things to make the new bookshelf fit. I pulled out my Dymo and made everyone a space on the new shelf. If I'm organized, I think I am more likely to maintain a schedule and we won't fritter away our school year. I'd love to just "play" all year and pretend that the kids are learning life skills, but for me, we need to maintain just as much of a schedule as if we were going to school. I have decided we will have school in the diningroom, so that if there are still dirty dishes on the kitchen counter there will be nothing preventing school from starting. Then once things are going a bit then I can get back to the dishes while the kids are working. I'm counting on Chels and Miss Busy to help me with the younger boys, reading, and assisting them wi

Time for a change around here....

I'm taking a big step. I'm venturing into unknown and for me, uncharted territory. I'm joining the ranks of homeschooling moms. Crazy, I know. Twenty years ago, when my husband decide to join the military I wasn't really exited about those changes in my life. But I've gotten use to the idea. And we do this life pretty well. We have adjusted and we have grown. Then 15 years ago, when my husband started talking about going to seminary, I was scared. I didn't think I could live up to the demands of a pastor's wife. I didn't think my, then only one child could behave the way a pastor's child should. But we've made it through that hurdle too. Then when my husband started talking about becoming a Chaplain. I REALLY didn't like that idea. I had known a chaplain's wife who (to me, on the outside) seemed too perfect. She had perky hair, she taught Bible studies, she had perfect children. That wasn't me. I couldn't possibly man