That Makes Two of Us

Beanie: "Mama, what’s the answer to the question you asked Rose?"

It is 7 a.m. Rose is still in bed. This question, whatever it was, must
have been asked yesterday. Or who knows when. I ask Beanie what
question she means.

Beanie: "Remember? The one you asked."

Me: "Um. No. What question did I ask?"

Bean: "I can’t remember. But I really want to know the answer."

Blog Party! With Door Prizes!

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Have you heard about the Ultimate Blog Party? It’s happening even as we speak. The host is 5 Minutes for Mom, and about a zillion bloggers are joining in the fun. Check out those links and you’ll see how to take part, including how to qualify for one of the many nifty prizes.

If you’re a fellow partier dropping in to see what kind of chips I’ve got in my snack bowl, welcome! We’re a pretty chipper bunch here at the Lilting House. We are mad for books and have been known to get giddy over a really great day planner. We like to spend our mornings travelling the world vicariously in the company of our pals Mr. Putty and Miss Mason, but not all our journeys are vicarious, oh no. We can muster up a Westward Ho! with the best of ’em when necessary.

One of the smallest among us brings adventure right into the house on a daily basis; and the smallest of all? She is scrumptiousness personified.

Despite all this adventure, we like to live life at a mellow pace, and there are only a handful of things we try to fit into a day.

We’re glad to have you here. Make yourself at home. We encourage lounging in pajamas and finding creative uses for dryer lint. And we always, always have chocolate.

I’m Too Busy NOT to Homeschool

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: If you’re interested in homeschooling but worry that it would be too time-consuming and you couldn’t juggle everything, don’t be. Worried, I mean. If you can handle the time commitments required of a good, involved school parent, you can handle the time commitment of home education. Don’t let worries about time be what deters you, if everything else about the concept is appealing.

This morning I had to get Wonderboy out the door by 7:20 for his half-hour speech therapy session at the elementary school down the road. As I hustled him out of his jammies and rushed him through breakfast, I silently thanked "the Johns"—that’s Mr. Holt and Mr. Gatto—for the zillionth time for hepping me to the whole notion of a way of life that doesn’t require the frantic morning rush-out-the-door on a daily basis. I cherish our relaxed mornings: the pile-in-one-bed snuggle time, the lounging in pajamas with a book at the breakfast table, the impromptu piano recitals, the leisurely pace at which we move through our morning chores. Our Charlotte Mason lesson time begins around nine. Nine-ish. The schedule is fluid. It’s a luxury, and I am deeply grateful for it.

Of course speech therapy is going to muck that up a bit twice a week, but only for two of us. The advantage to having an early session is that we can squeeze it in before Scott leaves for work. The girls can stay home with Daddy, moving at their usual molasses relaxed pace.

Once, back in Virginia, a local newspaper reporter interviewed a bunch of us homeschooling moms at a park. She asked me why I had chosen to educate my children myself, and I gave what I hoped was a succinct but illuminating explanation of our belief that we can give them an outstanding education and a happy, wholesome childhood. Later I made a silly quip about how "also, it means we get to sleep in every day" (which wasn’t even true, since Wonderboy was about three months old at the time, and sleep=ha!), and wouldn’t you know that’s the quote that made it into the article. All my neighbors got to read about how the reason I homeschool my kids is so I can sleep late. And actually I think that notion made homeschooling look attractive to some of them for the first time, so go figure.

Being a good school parent takes a lot of time. Packing lunches, getting the kids to school or to the bus stop, checking backpacks, signing off on reading logs, volunteering in the classroom and at fundraisers, going to conferences, making costumes, helping with homework, running out for supplies for that project that’s due tomorrow—I know the list goes on. I have lots of friends whose kids are in school, and I am mightily impressed with how they juggle the many tasks required of them. And I’m super-thankful I don’t have to juggle that load myself. Honestly, I don’t know they do it!

Oh, the Pain

Scott’s back is still in a bad way. Yes, Mom, he has seen a doctor…and a chiropractor…and has another doctor appointment tomorrow. He has been pretty much bedridden for the past three days. The doc prescribed prednisone, the wonderdrug (also the foulest-tasting pill on the planet), and Scott thinks he might detect a wee bit of improvement. The last time he tried to sit up, the pain was only excruciating, not mind-alteringly horrific. So, um, yay?

To add injury to injury, Scott’s mean old back robbed us of some precious and rare phone time with our world-traveling chum Keri, who called FROM THAILAND the night before last. I was nursing the baby to sleep and couldn’t get up, and of course Scott couldn’t get up, and I hollered to Jane to get the phone (brllliant strategy…what was that I said about nursing the baby to sleep?) but we were too late. I could only listen to Keri’s cheery message and gnash my teeth. Very sorry we missed you, friend. I hope Thailand is treating you well, and can’t wait to read more about it.

Made a Target run this morning, and somehow I managed to lose one of my bags between the checkout aisle and my house. It disappeared into thin air. I called the store, sure I must have left it at the register. The items are all there on my receipt, so I know they got rung up. A nice cashier searched high and low but nope, she couldn’t find it anywhere. It isn’t in my van, it isn’t in my house, and there isn’t anyplace else it could be. I remember returning the shopping cart to the front of the store, and surely I would have seen the bag if it were still in the cart. Curiouser and curiouser.

At least it wasn’t the bag with the painkillers in it.

Finally!

I have been wishing this confection into existence for, oh, some twenty-five years. I think I hear my Easter basket snickering with glee already.

P.S. If I start blogging about candy, will I get put on the free sample lists? Because I really think I could wax poetic about all manner of sweets…

New Online Charlotte Mason Organizer

The Simply Charlotte Mason folks have just debuted a new record-keeping tool designed specifically for Charlotte Mason homeschoolers. You enter the books you plan to use for each student, and the CM Organizer schedules the readings over the span of time you indicate. Then it generates daily schedules with clickboxes for you to check off. Another feature creates reports showing your progress.

The website has video demos of all the nifty features, and SCM is offering a free 30-day trial period so you can live with the organizer for a month and decide if it’s worth the $9.95/month subscription fee.

I am currently reading the Simply Charlotte Mason habits book, Laying Down the Rails, and will write more about that when I’m finished. Which, judging from the state of Scott’s back, might be a while.