As homeschoolers, it’s easy to let the academics of school become all-consuming. School is supposed to be about active practice in numbers, words, and facts we would otherwise not find very interesting. At times, it’s hard to let ourselves stray very far from that mindset because surely if we’re hammering down the academics hard enough, we won’t need experiences. Read more “Homeschooling preschool through experiences”
Happy Wednesday from AMERICA! We are on furlough in our dear home country and enjoying time with family, friends, and stores with evening hours (birthday shopping at 8:30pm? Check). Just a few things we missionaries miss. Read more “Things we missionaries miss about home”
For moms of small kids, Saturdays can become just another day in the never ending lineup of days. My Monday to Friday is sprinkled with little variation. We, like many families with small children, live a wash-rinse-repeat lifestyle. It’s not bad but it is predictable, monotonous, and…a little boring. Read more “How to make Saturdays special for preschoolers”
The general public could take or leave writing rules, and many just leave them. It’s like they (the regular guys, living among us) forgot everything they learned in school about contractions and possessives and how to form plurals and a bunch of other nit-picky rules. Read more “Writing rules no one can break”
Let’s pretend you’ve just written a brilliant blog post. It’s fresh, clean, and took hours to get just right. You didn’t pull this stuff out of the air; you did the work, and your product is the proof. Write better? You write great. Read more “How to write better mom blog posts Pt. 1”
Oh, hey first trimester. I remember you…really, really well.
Consider that my big pregnancy announcement for baby number 3. Imagine me dancing around in something flowery and graceful, or posing for an adorable picture with my smiling family, all anxiously awaiting the arrival of whoever I’m busy growing. Read more “Hello from the first trimester”
I tried to force my toddler to learn. Of course I imagined I was doing it gently (meaning we weren’t drilling multiplication tables or anything), but there was a time when I was requiring an even younger version of Ty, my now 2.5 year old, to put forth some effort and just learn for cryin’ out loud. I had more than a few misconceptions to work out.