Rain and Wind, Oh My! with Mother Goose Time

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We started the week off by battling more rain, wind, and tornadoes. We’ve been totally immersed in weather here, that’s for sure. I mentioned last week that we didn’t want anymore hands-on experience with storms but Tennessee chose not to hear that. Buckets and buckets of rain have been dumped on us here with tornadoes and straight-line winds mixed in. The Nashville area is shaped a bit like a bowl with rivers and creeks surrounding it. It floods here if you blink. So we’ve been a little soggy after a week’s worth of rain. I’m pretty sure I heard one of the chickens quack when I went out to collect eggs the other day.

Lucky for us, we’ve been learning about more than just rain, wind, and tornadoes in our Mother Goose Time lessons. This week we learned about clouds, wind, leaves, snow, and rain. We pinned a new color bird in the birdhouse. Orange is our color of the month. Thank goodness because we haven’t been able to change our weather chart from that dreary little gray cloud over the birdhouse. He brightens up our gloomy little forecast. We also added a new shape to our shape clothesline. This month’s shape is the rectangle.

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I’m also pretty thankful for the games added in with our lessons. Since we’ve been stuck in the house for an extended period they’ve come in handy. There are only so many crafts a mama can handle after being cooped up in a house with two boys. The bits of paper and glue sticks with missing tops can send you over the edge when you’ve got cabin fever. A simple game that doesn’t require mama’s guidance is sometimes the best solution.

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Though we weren’t lacking in the real stuff, we also learned how to create our own wind from the safety of our school room by blowing lightweight items off of our paper.

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Part of our Mother Goose Time lesson allows for “Discovery Time”. On this particular day the weather cooperated just long enough for us to get outside and collect some leaves for one of our projects. I love how flexible Mother Goose Time is. We didn’t do our lessons in order this week because the weather just didn’t cooperate for some of the activities. And you know what? It didn’t even matter because the lessons still flowed nicely even in my own order. We just switched around a few of the days to better suit our needs.

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Snow might’ve been the favorite lesson of the week. The boys had a great time crushing ice to make snow. I think snow is their favorite real weather, too. Oliver was ready to go out and buy a real sled after making one out of paper. I managed to convince him we should probably wait until we actually have snow outside. Crisis averted. Not sure we could find sleds in October in Tennessee.

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I haven’t done a “What We’re Reading From the Library” post in a while so I thought I’d combine it with what we’re doing with Mother Goose Time. In every month’s box Mother Goose Time includes one book. Guys, the book this month is such a hit! We always like the books they send. They’re not cheap or cheesy. They’re very well done. I thought last month’s book was my favorite but this one really surprised me. The kids thought it was so much fun. They loved joining in to yell NO! when prompted by the story. I love that our curriculum is also growing our home library with good books.

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If you’re doing a weather theme in your school consider these books. Ummmm hello? Cloudette is the cutest thing ever. EVER. And Eric Carle and Mercer Mayer never disappoint.

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Mother Goose Time

Cloudette

Little Cloud by Eric Carle [2001]

Just a Big Storm

 

Ode to my mentor

I’ve always loved art. As a kid I liked to draw and color and paint. All mediums really. I would frequently craft or create. I think it’s a bit of an only-child syndrome. I was bored. And necessity is, after all, the mother of invention. My parents were pretty much ok with whatever I wanted to create or paint or craft or glue since I was also a very talkative child. It was a win-win for them. It gave me the freedom to explore my creativity while also giving them some much needed peace and quiet. They didn’t even blink an eye when they came home one day when I was 17 and I had painted a mural on my entire bedroom wall. I guess it was better than what other kids my age might’ve been getting into at that moment. Better than some things I had gotten into in the past. At least they knew where I was – in my bedroom blaring a brooding, angry female singer on my radio with paint in my hair.

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But freedom to create was only one of the ways my creative passion was encouraged growing up. Sure, my parents let me create. But my high school art teacher really nurtured my love for creating. If he’s reading this right now he’s probably wondering if we’re talking about the same person. I’m not sure how he remembers me from high school but I was definitely a bit of a sass mouth. A bit moody. And too caught up. High school is hard man. Being a teenager is hard. So much angst. I’m sure he knew I completed assignments from other classes on his watch. I’m sure I was difficult about assignment deadlines and working in groups. I’m sure I was late to class. But, in spite of all that, he taught me anyway. He might be the most patient person I encountered in those 4 years. And everyday in class, even while caught up in my own teen angst over the latest boy problem or cheerleading squabble, I saw him nurture a love of creating. I think that the artsy side of him was what allowed him to see us as creative beings instead of the monsters some of us were. Maybe he was saying all the swear words loudly in his head at some of us. I doubt it though. He modeled discipline and encouraged patience and a slow-to-anger motto. He didn’t just hand us paint and brushes and tell us to create for an hour and a half. He showed us how to slow down and focus on what we were feeling and put it on paper. He encouraged free thought and expression but also respectfulness and dignity.

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I’m not sure if he remembers it this way. Or if he would say that he was just trying to get us to appreciate Renoir or Degas. Maybe I idealize that time of my life. But that’s not likely since I can also remember the absolute disdain I had for authority and chemistry and the clear as day anxiety before every halftime performance.  I’m pretty sure the way I remember it is the right way (because I’m still a little sassy).

Now, instead of a simple cognitive knowledge of how to put pen to paper I appreciate the process. I appreciate all of the emotions that come along with creating. Because Dr. D never asked us to put that away to create. He asked us to harness it and put it into our work. I’m not sure I ever remember him insinuating that anyone’s work was bad. Even if we were all thinking it. He taught us to appreciate the ugly work and the pretty work and see the beauty in both. And sure, some of the lessons were boring. Sorry Dr. D. Art history didn’t stick in college either so it’s me, not you. But in general the man was a walking inspiration. I mean, he has a PhD in art, went to college with Michael Stipe from R.E.M., and I swear I watched him build an amazing wearable wooden and canvas plane for our senior play. It was amazing. All the while remaining one of the most humble people I know.

D taught me that you can do all the things in art. He never guaranteed us we would do them well. But we could still do them if we wanted. We weren’t limited to a style or a medium or even our own ability. And I don’t think I can recall too many times when I asked him how to do something and him not know. But I’m sure if he didn’t know, he knew where to look to learn. And, lest we forget, we were working WITHOUT Google and YouTube then. I’ll let you marinate on that for a minute.

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So here’s what I want you to know Dr.D: sometimes I teach my kids a homeschool lesson and I can see that it didn’t stick. Not even a little bit. And then there’s this phenomenon that happens several weeks or even months later where one of the kids randomly calls up every bit of information from that lesson in detail and blows me away. I started thinking that maybe high school teachers don’t always get to experience those moments of victory since you only have us for a short time. While I can’t call up any information on where Renoir was born or what the heck he even painted, I can tell you that I have tried (and failed…a lot…let’s not talk about that) to model your teaching methods with my own children – a gentle spirit, patience while they try it their own way, and a love of creating and learning with a dash of discipline. Your influence on my teenage self is still having an impact 12 years after my last class with you. And it is now influencing the next generation. I’m finally learning at 30 what you imparted to me at 17. I’m starting to learn to give myself enough grace to create. To slow down enough and channel my energy into making something, anything, and doing my best even if it sucks. And encouraging my children to do the same.

So thanks Dr. D., for being awesome. I still want to be like you when I grow up.

 

 

 

 

October 15, 2014 - 8:15 pm

Laura - I love how you describe him… Very true! I am so thankful for him! And it’s amazing that you recognize the powerful things that he taught you and inspired you to teach your kids.

The search for friends

When we lived in Georgia I always wondered what the heck the big deal was with the “socializing” issue for homeschoolers. In Georgia we just didn’t have to worry about it because we were, at the very least, in close proximity to all kinds of family (albeit some crazy family). And, at best we knew EVERYONE (it seemed like) in our town and surrounding counties because my family had been there since the beginning of time. Plus my crazy grandmother is a child of 17 (the original Duggers, but with much more swearing, smoking, and moonshine. God bless that rough woman). I was quite literally related in some way to a lot of people I met in our area. Makes for a quick conversation starter.
Truett Cathy

 

I’m going to show my country roots here a bit. I do not know what a “hickey jig” actually is. I think it’s the people version of a “do-hickey-thing-a-ma-jig”. Who knows. I just know that my grandmother uses it for all the names she can’t remember. In our area of Georgia it might’ve gone like this:

 

“Oh you’re related to old hickey jig? I know their mother/cousin/brother.” 
And instantly you’re friends. Or enemies. It is the South after all. Could go either way.

 

“Oh, you went to school with my daughter/son/cousin/brother/sister? What a small world!” 
Boom, instant friends.

 

“You bought a goat/chicken/pig from my friend from church. I was wondering if I could bring my kids over to see the babies your goat just had.”
Bam. Friends for your kiddos. (Because if anything brings people together it’s baby goats.)

 

Ok. So it doesn’t quite happen like that. And it’s absolutely not quite that country. But it was easier to make friends with people when your six degrees of separation was more like 2 or 3 degrees.

 

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While we love the Nashville area, in general, our house is stuck out in the armpit of the area. Not much to do here or see. Our local historic downtown area is cute but you can only see it so much. Even if we meet people and make friends, they live a zillion miles away and there’s little here for them to do on their trip out. My neighbor is 90. No kids on the street. No parks in our immediate area. And the closest “homeschool” group I’ve found is at least 40 minutes away.

 

But the Nashville area seems to be a homeschooling mecca. There are groups everywhere and for every little thing. There are co-ops and enrichment classes and playdates galore. But they are all within the same driving distance no matter which direction we go. We love our house, I just wish sometimes we could pick it up and move it 40 minutes closer to the homeschool groups (and on a much larger piece of property….but who am I, Taylor Swift? Land is expensive here, man).

 

So, it’s been slow-going in the friend department. Yes, we do hockey twice per week….an hour away. But hockey parents and kids are intense. The sport doesn’t seem conducive to fast and easy friend-making. For the kids it’s probably because they’re more invested in checking each other into a wall and diving for the puck than discussing the latest on Peep and the Big Wide World. For the parents it’s probably because they’re wound up from the crazy expensive bill they owe to the sportsplex or the fact that your 7 year old just checked their 7 year old into the wall….hard….and he’s still on the ground. Kind of intense.

 

We also do archery once per week but it’s a very focused sport as well. There’s little time to chat it up. When you give a 7 year old a pointy object to launch at high speeds across the way you want him focused. Not yucking it up with his buddy.

 

And for us, even if we make a friend at co-op (40 minutes away) they usually don’t want to drive out to our house for a cup of coffee and a cookie. It would be like a full-on field trip for them.

 

I get it now. I get how some homeschooling parents get wrapped up in the “socializing” issue. We had it easy in the socializing department where we were from. I never felt like it was something I had to worry about working into the schedule. It just sort of happened organically.  Moving to a new city is hard. It presents unique challenges for the stay-at-home mom and the homeschooler. You don’t have work friends or school buddies automatically built in to your life. You have to work at it. Hard. If you wait around for it to happen organically it might. Or it might not. Probably not. And if you are the type that isn’t particularly open with people and rather cynical about people in general (who’s that? I don’t know) then it’s really hard work. I know there are people out there who are the normal amount of weird like us. It’s just going to take a lot longer to locate them than I’m used to. We’re a unique bunch over here. Not everyone can handle us. We don’t hide our crazy that well. It’s ok. Until then, we’ve got each other.

 

Truett Cathy

 

Have you ever moved to a new city away from all of your friends and family? How long did it take for you to make real friends? Like the kind you could be around without make-up or share your crazy with?
October 14, 2014 - 2:26 pm

Katie Malesh - Just so you know…40 minute drive is nothing for me. (Unless of course its raining!!) But we’re from california where you dont think twice about a 20minute drive to the market. ;) So just 20 minutes extra, and i get playtime for my kids and a cute lady to make me cookies. (And i dont have to clean up!) ok fine, i’ll clean up.

October 14, 2014 - 3:28 pm

Christy - It’s happening.

October 15, 2014 - 10:49 am

Nicole - I feel your pain deeply. It’s HARD! And we have all the parks and groups and classes! It still feels totally awkward. I just want them to come eat my mediocre cooking and spends hours at my house each day without having to actually get to know them. Totally reasonable, no?

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