As part of our insect unit, we grew butterflies. No, I am not cool enough to go find caterpillars and figure out what they eat. I ordered caterpillars from a caterpillar store. They were tiny when we got them in their self-contained little jar that already had all the food they needed enclosed with them.
My children loved examining them with the top of our insect lid that doubles as a magnifying glass because it is, in fact, a magnifying glass.
It was especially exciting to watch them crawl to the top of their home, hang upside down with that weird curve at the bottom (that looks so uncomfortable) and make themselves a little chrysalis. Strange, really.
But that excitement didn't even begin to top the excitement of the day the butterflies emerged.
Yesterday, (Wed) we went on a bug hike that mutated into an archeology dig hike. Whichever, we had a good time. Today, we went on a field trip to Rebecca Scott's house. She's a painter and she graciously showed us all the tools of her trade and the process she goes through to complete a painting. The horses painting you see on her easel is almost done. She mostly does landscapes. It was pretty cool to see the thumbnails (small pencil sketches) then the slightly larger mini painting (to make sure the color is okay for the person who commissioned the painting), then the painting all done in brown (to make sure the shapes are all in the right place), and then the application of the other colors. Quite the laborious process. I think I'll stick to writing.
There's a new sheriff in town. Thanks to Grandma Young as she's the one who gave Cowen these stellar pajamas. He doesn't like to take them off his body. Surprise, surprise.
Eli can always reach farther than I think he'll be able to. In this instance, I was clearing off some dishes in the kitchen and he grabbed the serving bowl with the remaining broccoli and went to town.
Yum!
Another messy eater. I can't blame her too much--fresh peaches from lovely Willard orchards are very messy. And yummy. And YUMMY. We ate two peaches off of our tree this year and they were fantastic. Too bad they were undersized. Tim thinks we're not watering the tree enough, so next year I'll be more conscientious and maybe we'll get more peaches. Oh, I hate my backyard and it's waist-high prickles and its excessive largeness and overwhelmingness. But then I eat a little dwarf peach, or a tomato (one survived despite the weeds), or I see the first leaf on my beautiful baby maple turning red--and then I think I'll probably love my yard ten years from now and I am grateful. Mostly.
As part of our insect unit, we grew butterflies. No, I am not cool enough to go find caterpillars and figure out what they eat. I ordered caterpillars from a caterpillar store. They were tiny when we got them in their self-contained little jar that already had all the food they needed enclosed with them.
My children loved examining them with the top of our insect lid that doubles as a magnifying glass because it is, in fact, a magnifying glass.
It was especially exciting to watch them crawl to the top of their home, hang upside down with that weird curve at the bottom (that looks so uncomfortable) and make themselves a little chrysalis. Strange, really.
But that excitement didn't even begin to top the excitement of the day the butterflies emerged.
Yesterday, (Wed) we went on a bug hike that mutated into an archeology dig hike. Whichever, we had a good time. Today, we went on a field trip to Rebecca Scott's house. She's a painter and she graciously showed us all the tools of her trade and the process she goes through to complete a painting. The horses painting you see on her easel is almost done. She mostly does landscapes. It was pretty cool to see the thumbnails (small pencil sketches) then the slightly larger mini painting (to make sure the color is okay for the person who commissioned the painting), then the painting all done in brown (to make sure the shapes are all in the right place), and then the application of the other colors. Quite the laborious process. I think I'll stick to writing.
There's a new sheriff in town. Thanks to Grandma Young as she's the one who gave Cowen these stellar pajamas. He doesn't like to take them off his body. Surprise, surprise.
Eli can always reach farther than I think he'll be able to. In this instance, I was clearing off some dishes in the kitchen and he grabbed the serving bowl with the remaining broccoli and went to town.
Yum!
Another messy eater. I can't blame her too much--fresh peaches from lovely Willard orchards are very messy. And yummy. And YUMMY. We ate two peaches off of our tree this year and they were fantastic. Too bad they were undersized. Tim thinks we're not watering the tree enough, so next year I'll be more conscientious and maybe we'll get more peaches. Oh, I hate my backyard and it's waist-high prickles and its excessive largeness and overwhelmingness. But then I eat a little dwarf peach, or a tomato (one survived despite the weeds), or I see the first leaf on my beautiful baby maple turning red--and then I think I'll probably love my yard ten years from now and I am grateful. Mostly.
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I want to go to school at your house. Fun!
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