After arriving at church late, running to the bread store, late swimming lessons, followed by making dinner, ironing everyone’s clothes for the week, washing hair (which is always such an exciting joyous time), giving baths, Jory and I finally started homeschooling. I thought about delaying school for another week since I still didn’t have the very first phonics book in because that’s the way my mind works. How many times did I probably drive Grace crazy by saying to her, “Uh, I can’t read Sweet Valley High book #49, when I haven’t read number #48.”? Though really what was she thinking.
But I’m homeschooling and I need to think outside of the box, work outside the box, so I said, we can start his math because it’s not a traditional part of the Sonlight curriculum. Working on a Jory schedule, we cuddled into bed around 10PM and watched the DVD for lesson one.
“Jory, do you understand what the teacher is talking about?”
“No.”
“Neither does Mommy really.” And let’s be honest why must they be called units, I grew up calling the place value ones. Thousands, hundreds, tens, and ones, I did it, all my friends did it, and we all turned out fine and didn’t get confused. But this is not what this curriculum is calling for, so I’m trying to go with the flow. But I don’t know if I can support the whole “one-ty,” “two-ty”, “three-ty” instead of saying 11, 12, and 13. I don’t think I’m down with that. You can only push me so far.
The first night, even thought, it started late went well. We are officially on are way. 1 day down, 179 more to go oh and 10 years.
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