Homeschooling is going well so far. I love the Shiller Math which bounces around from topic to topic (one minute you’re skip counting, the next you’re filling up measuring cups with water) and Max is beginning to read simple readers on his own. He’s motivated to learn and even more motivated for the reward. Which I forget about half the time but he never does. So far, so good.
On average we’re doing school three mornings a week at home plus a day at the co-op. Love the co-op. Max has made some cool projects in art and oceanography (that’s right, I said oceanography. The bar is set high for learning in kindergarten.)
Looks to me like he learned something shocking about starfish.
See the red paint he’s wearing on his arm and leg? Well, we had a bit of drama about that red paint last week.
Do you remember how he had a semi-serious allergic reaction last December after we painted Christmas ornaments? Well, Max broke out into hives all over his body again but, long story short, it wasn’t the paint. It was a typical penicillin allergy. I called the doctor and spoke to a nurse at first, who told me TOTALLY WRONG INFORMATION…only to access my crazy side for an hour as I called an allergist and planned his funeral.
Once the doctor saw him in person, though, we got things straightened out. Allergic to penicillin. Good to know. Cancel the funeral.
I think I’ve spontaneously planned his funeral about a hundred times since he was born. All due to nothing more than an ear infection, swollen lymph node in the neck, or a busted-up lip that covered his shirt with blood, of course. I’m not so good in a crisis.
Then sometimes I miss things altogether and ignore the obvious. Like when he had started telling me his face was itching an entire day before the hives broke out. Ah, it’s nothing. Meanwhile I gave him two more doses and nagged and lectured him all day gently reminded him once or twice about keeping his hands off his face. Nice.
I am the one who is learning.