~ lots of active outdoor play when we get breaks in the rain ~ mulching and harvesting 3 kinds of kale and 2 kinds of chard from our community garden plot ~ observing and picking up beach plastic and talking about the dead seagull we saw (a lot) ~ drawing like crazy: sharks who have greenlings in their tummies,
yourself sailing on the boat moon ~ a rekindled interest in the pooh stories ~ helping mama with tie dye, bringing out your own imaginary tie dye set (your paints) and demonstrating your spatial whatever-they-are-called-skills and setting up your paints in formation exactly as they are pictured on the box ~ busting out the letters i laminated for you when you were one, and tracing them with dry erase markers ~
~ again and again… ~ going to the “children’s festibal” and building a plane, riding a pony, and making animal tracks in a bucket of sand, and getting 2 balloons with helium: green and orange; oh and deciding that smoky the bear is one of your spirit helpers ~ playing ready for math with pooh on the computer at the library ~ being a walnut-grinding, cheese-grating kitchen helper extraordinaire
~ hammering nails ~ walking around on docks ~ drawing our festibal balloons, a leopard seal, some sea urchins ~
~ yourself, mama and dada in a boat, with crabbing gear set ~ number writing practice initiated by you ~ reliving your pony riding experience by drawing us (with balloons), cutting us out, and taping us onto our ponies ~ bread baking- rolling out pitas “the size of my hand”, and enjoying the fruits of your labor with jam ~
making some potty unschooling progress (not pictured! ) ~ building a mast for your pirate boat with dada and sewing sails and rigging them with mama ~ painting pink and purple hearts for valentine’s day ~ stitching on an embroidery project ~ drawing lots of suns and moons, lately all your moons are purple, with rays!
~ your people now have belly buttons! ~ you wrote your name out, in order, for the first time, while my back was turned, you sneaky guy ~ making “lists” and writing “emails” at mama’s desk ~ voyaging in our box boat ~ contemplating mysteries of life and inventing stories about them, like that baby zebras don’t have stripes until they “hatch out” and your certainty that they then immediately have milk, naturally (zebras drawn by mama at quinn’s instruction, stripes drawn by quinn- don’t want him to have to take credit for my rusty drawing skills) ~
me: clinging to the last remnants of mis-spoken words. aminal, laundry detergerent (it needs one more syllable), banallion (medallion), “forget about your worries and your stripe” (from the jungle book song bare necessities), festibals …knowing i’m about to kiss them all goodbye in so short a time… i never want to stop going to festibals with you, my sweet boo.
what’s new in your unschooling journey?