'Bout Time I Done Taught Somethin'

I haven't updated my homeschooling friends on our homeschooling activities lately. How remiss of me. We're still going strong on our body unit. When we talked about our heart we listened to each other's hearts with a stethoscope. When we talked about growing we measured ourselves. When we talked about bones we put the bones on a little sugar cookie man (or girl--as Miriam insisted they were)

Fun, fun, fun.



Emeline is no dummy. She appropriated the icing bowl early on in the activity and never relinquished it.












Miriam icin' dem bones.













Cowen icin' dem bones.

Since Miriam's last math chapter was about height and weight (and capacity--which was fun because we checked the capacity of a bunch of different bowls and it was wet and messy and the kids loved it), Miriam is currently making a huge graph of the heights of me, her, Cowen, Emeline, and Eli during our early years (so 2 weeks, 2 months, 4 months, etc.). Thank you Mom for keeping such good records. The records of my own children are a little more spotty. Oops.


I was very proud of myself the other day. Not only did I make choco chip cookies for my husband (usually an annual event on his birthday) for no reason, I also allowed the children to help. You all know how much I dislike cooking with small people. But, it wasn't too bad.

I was even feeling laid back enough to let them put the cookies onto the pan in an irregular formation. How's that for getting down with my less uptight side!



They were so happy.













You would think that living in a city in a desert would protect me from predatory sharks in my toilet.

Apparently not.

There is no known protection against two year olds. I checked.





This is funny to me for a variety of reasons. Not the least is that Emeline was so distraught when she went into the bathroom to check on her shark, only to find him missing. What happened to the shark?? These are the mysteries of life that really disturb the two-year-old brain.












Cowboy Cowen and Nudie Emeline.

Due to Emeline's desire to be naked all the time, and her remove diaper and poo on the carpet preferences--she is now being potty trained. Against my will. I wasn't supposed to have to do this until the fall.

I can't handle the potty-training.

And last, but not least, Emeline and Eli and I have terrible colds and Miriam and Cowen are only a little better. Therefore, it is IMPERATIVE that I get an adequate amount of sleep. So WHY did I dream last night that I had my four children with me on BYU campus (a drastically altered but still recognizable campus) and said children repeatedly ran off and got lost causing me to repeatedly panic?? I awoke feeling completely UNrested. WHY??? At one point they got lost in a bathroom, another time we were at a football game against Uof U (which was weird because everyone at the game was holding giant cottonballs above their heads with lights under them so the whole effect was like a giant cloud crowd) and finally we wound up by a fountain and some stranger lady gave them all new shirts so I couldn't find them because they weren't wearing what they were originally wearing. Terrifying.

Sigh. I'm going to go take a nap now.