My last post was just so witty it took me over a year to try to top it. No, not really. I’ve just been busy.
Had my third baby shortly after publishing that last post. Birth at home, short, efficient labor, older girls got to see the actual birth, though they didn’t come home with their father until about 20 minutes before K made her grand appearance. Unlike my first two this baby came early, which meant for the first time I actually had postpartum help. It was so awesome!
Still homeschooling L. Using the curriculum from Classical Liberal Arts Academy. Oddly enough what sold me on it was realizing that it is so much easier to teach a child how to read in Latin because each Latin letter only has one sound and unlike English, Latin actually sticks to its rules of pronunciation. I learned how to read in French, which is only slightly more complicated phonetically than Latin. My daughter, on the other hand, had to come to terms with 44 different phonemes, two thick stacks of sight words (why? because they don’t follow the rules she just learned), and a crazy list of semi consistent exceptions to the rules, all before turning 7. After struggling with L’s Kindergarten reading, then being introduced to the simplicity of the Latin language, well, you don’t have to tell me twice that English is truly the language of Barbarians. And I mean that in the nicest way possible. I am by no means advocating we change the official language or anything. I’m teaching E the same curriculum, though we’re moving through it at a slower pace.
I still crisis clean before company comes. My husband and I are trying to adhere to a schedule. We want to be more organized, and over the years we have gotten better at it, though in such microscopic steps that it’s hard to actually believe we are moving forward.
K is now not only walking, but climbing as well. At 14 months old I caught her on the top bunk bed in her sisters’ room. She had gotten there on her own. When I take the girls to the park and L and E hang from the climbing bars, K goes under the lowest one and also “hangs.” Daddy lowered the trapeze in the living room so K could reach it and now she picks up her legs and hangs off the floor and spins around just like the big girls.
It’s actually hilarious how K imitates more grownup actions without having a clue what they’re for. Right now it’s mosquito central in our backyard and you’ll see K randomly slapping at her head and body laughing like it’s some sort of game. When she spills a drink she insists on taking the rag and dabbing at the mess. When she eats watermelon she knows she’s supposed to spit out a part of it. She’s confused as to which part…
Life moves along. Lots of political outrages since over a year ago. Can someone say BP? But let’s not go there… right now. I actually want to back away from political blogging, but there are some days I can’t help myself. I’d much rather blog for money. More on that later.
For now, let’s hope I can come up with a follow up post before next year rolls around. If I do, I’ll consider this blog to be officially back to life.
Bring it back to life. I love that you have your writing online.