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Recently, we celebrated our last official day of Oak Meadow Kindergarten and Third Grade. Dragon admired his uppercase alphabet marching across the walls. Bean thumbed through her Main Lesson Books and then dominated a game of Jeopardy based on her third grade learnings. It was a true red letter day.
“I have 1000 points!”
“What is next?”
“I am going to do the B column in 100.”
“B100, 50 divided by ten.”
Read More“How long are you here?”
“We are here for four and a half weeks. It is our homeschooling summer break.”
“That is super cool.”
And it was.
Read MoreDearest Dragon,
Recently we had a shining, glorious, red-letter day.* I knew it was going to be glorious from the moment I woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed (as Baba would say) in time to hit the erg, do yoga, and meditate before you and your sister burst forth.**
After we bundled your sister off to Flying Deer, I turned to you. “Would you like to start with school lessons or a yoga class before we do the sauna?”
“Yoga!”
Read More“Momma, why can’t I write a summary of How to Train Your Dragon?”
“Because being an educated person in our culture means having a common vocabulary of books that everyone learns in school. Wind in the Willows is one of them.”
“But I want to read my books!”
I can’t believe I am curtailing her reading excitement to reinforce this paradigm.
Read More“We didn’t make a fire in the rain. We just carried up the fire that Dan had already made.”
“What do you mean you carried up the fire?”
“We carried up the fire and started the new fire with the old fire.”
“What did you use to carry up the fire?”
“A mushroom.”
Read MoreI was feeling nervous about teaching both children. How to juggle, how to manage, how to not lose my mind. We seem to be getting into a routine that is allowing everyone to have their own space.
Read MoreHomeschooling is an adventure. Every day looks different.
Bean and I had an appointment first thing in the morning in Poughkeepsie. On the way home we visited Eleanor Roosevelt’s home (Val-Kill - the only National Historic site honoring a First Lady). Unlike the imposing homes along the river (of FDR, the Vanderbilts. Astors, Livingstons, etc) the place feels people sized. The road wends to a small bridge where a collection of small building sit clustered on a small hill in the curve of the river.
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