As most of you know, I homeschool my children. This is our first year and we use Sonlight curriculum. Well, a few weeks ago in Language Arts, the main focus was on the the short "a" sound. The sentence she had to read, trace, rewrite, and use to learn the parts of a sentence was: The lad had a fat lip. We discussed the word lad and she decided that the word boy was "much better". When I asked her which word described the lad's lip, she answered fat. But when I asked her how she thought he got a fat lip, her imagination took over...
and I quote from Lou:
"Someone was holding the boy's lip out and all these rocks were falling down and going ppfffhhhttt on his lip. When the rocks went ppppffffhhhttt on his lip, it cracked it open and made it bleed and get a bruise and then get fat."
Me: staring in disbelief, but laughing hysterically inside. "Oh, I thought he might have fallen down while playing."
Lou: looked at me like I was saying something odd.
We just moved on in the lesson: Which two words in the sentence rhyme?...
The imagination of Lou is something I am having a hard time keeping up with these days.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Lunch
I was sitting across the table from Lou and Rae as we were eating lunch. Princess P was in the high chair and I was feeding her. We were just having a normal conversation over a normal lunch. I quickly realized that things do not stay normal too long with children.
Rae was fighting off a sneeze because she was enjoying her salami and gouda on rolled bread (that is what she calls a roll). She kind of reminded me of Ratatouille experiencing the explosion of flavors...hmmm the boldness of the salami mixed with the buttery, melt in your mouth gouda, on a roll with a hard outer crispness and soft doughy inside...I think I am starting to drool. It is her favorite lunch. She was chewing away and her face was contorting as she fought the sneeze. The sneeze finally won. She stopped. Looked at me. Looked at her plate. Finished chewing. Then picked up the bits of sandwich that flew out of her mouth and onto her plate and ate them. She did this without giving it a second thought. She was not going to waste her favorite sandwich.
I did not, or should I say, could not say anything to her because I was erupting with laughter inside.
We went on eating and then Lou tells me:
"Mommy, I just burped and some chewed up food just came up into my throat and I had to swallow it back down."
How do you respond to that?
Lunch, never dull and sometimes a bit gross. But they are fed and happy!
Blessing to All.
Rae was fighting off a sneeze because she was enjoying her salami and gouda on rolled bread (that is what she calls a roll). She kind of reminded me of Ratatouille experiencing the explosion of flavors...hmmm the boldness of the salami mixed with the buttery, melt in your mouth gouda, on a roll with a hard outer crispness and soft doughy inside...I think I am starting to drool. It is her favorite lunch. She was chewing away and her face was contorting as she fought the sneeze. The sneeze finally won. She stopped. Looked at me. Looked at her plate. Finished chewing. Then picked up the bits of sandwich that flew out of her mouth and onto her plate and ate them. She did this without giving it a second thought. She was not going to waste her favorite sandwich.
I did not, or should I say, could not say anything to her because I was erupting with laughter inside.
We went on eating and then Lou tells me:
"Mommy, I just burped and some chewed up food just came up into my throat and I had to swallow it back down."
How do you respond to that?
Lunch, never dull and sometimes a bit gross. But they are fed and happy!
Blessing to All.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
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