Monthly Archives: October 2014

Homeschool haiku

I love homeschooling

No rush to wake up early

Just snuggles in bed

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Applying neurotypical logic to kids in the spectrum

So, I get this a lot.  Especially since I run in unschooling circles (and please keep in mind that “unschooling” is, at it’s heart, about following the child).   Just to be sure we’re all on the same page here: “Neurotypical” refers to a child who develops in a way that is free of disabilities of any kind.

That is not my BigGuy. Continue reading Applying neurotypical logic to kids in the spectrum

My kids did a LOT of writing today

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Please note the circles that are the dots in the “i”. The catalog doesn’t do that–it’s allll her. Hold on, puberty… it’s not your turn yet!

Girly loves, love, loves, LUUUUURRRRRVES the Magic Cabin catalog.  Me, too.  Inasmuch as our family has tried to phase out “Santa” for more reality-based ideas about the December holidays, Girly will have none of it.  She wants to believe in Santa and there’s really no way to gently let her down; and I will not shatter that illusion in a disturbing manner. Continue reading My kids did a LOT of writing today

BigGuy had quite a performance

BigGuy choir uniform with tie

Last night, our BigGuy went off to his second performance with his boys choir; and his first in full regalia.   I broke down and got his hair cut so he didn’t ACTUALLY look like that.  I don’t care what other people think of his hair.  It causes me physical eyestrain pain to see it hang in his eyes.  Nobody’s ever said anything about his long hair (and dude–it’s been WAY longer than this.  I’m not sure how I got through this stage when he grew it longer).

But my son’s choir sang with the American Boychoir (which is like the United States version of the Vienna Boys Choir).  It was such an honor! Continue reading BigGuy had quite a performance

Socialization… for moms

Saturday night, I got to go out with a group of homeschooling moms to The Melting Pot.  It was gluten, dairy, chocolate, Big Gingers… total contraband evening.  It was chatting about our kids, occasionally double-dipping by accident, and having the waiter catch me saying “When I’m out, I cheat” as I walked back from the bathroom and giggling with the mama I was saying it to–who caught his reaction.

It was a fun night. Continue reading Socialization… for moms

Testing, testing… 1, 2, 3

I’m not sure if I told y’all this, but last May I entered into conversations with the local elementary school about partial enrollment for BigGuy.  I wanted him in math and science.  They wanted him to start with art, music and phys ed.  Ummmm… nothanks.  And they wanted him to take some math test that would have determined whether he could be in advanced math… even though he wasn’t going to be put in math at the school.  Ummmm… no, thanks again.

Wait, wait, wait… I don’t mean for this to sound like the district people are unhelpful morons.  Quite the opposite.  Honestly and truly. Continue reading Testing, testing… 1, 2, 3

My guy and math facts

BigGuy has a math facts issue.  He can correctly answer all of his addition and subtraction math facts in 3 seconds or less when being drilled on xtramath.org; but when he attempts to do them in any other scenario, he can barely even walk himself through figuring them out.  Even if he’s using his fingers.  It’s IN. SANE.  Especially given his very typically autism spectrum memory.  The child remembers everything.  Just not math facts.  WTF? Continue reading My guy and math facts

I realize that *I* am the problem

We have just had a full week of the BigGuy uninspired to do anything academic.  It didn’t bother me, but the change certainly threw me off.  He had been so inspired for a while there.

And then I realized why… and I realized that the problem is truly me.  Ugh… Continue reading I realize that *I* am the problem

Today, we did nothing

And I’m talking full-on, absolutely nothing.  At least “nothing” by most of the country’s standards.  By the time I got up this morning, slathered my face in green clay and then meditated while that dried… the kids had apparently been fed by Husbeau.  I went downstairs and saw that BigGuy’s door was open, but Girly’s was shut and there was music coming from it.

I wish I had a photograph of what I saw when I opened her door.  #bloggerparentfail Continue reading Today, we did nothing