Sunday, October 31, 2010

outdoor education

Here is a link to the article I wrote for our local homeschool magazine.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Autumn projects

      Lyra has gotten all speedy with her knitting lately,
                                                       now I can hardly keep a new project ready.

This week our main lesson was for math. Here she is tossing open walnut shells on her main lesson   book, find all the equations for ten. 
We are about to start place value next week and are working to fully embody the multiples of ten, and ten in all its tenness.

                                                          recognizing symmetry in nature

                                                      wonderful spiced pumpkin soup.

splits practice for lyrical class

                                                      January's halloween sensory box

making pouches for our new block crayons
needle felted little sprite, note the bandaged fingers

Saturday, October 16, 2010


Big sis is out camping in the woods with girl scouts. Little sis, cries and misses her. Here I thought that I was going to get a little person who would be oh-so-happy to be with just me, and a me that was going to be mad anxious about my bigger one. Nope.  Turns out, I'm not worried about the elated little face I left in the woods. And turns out, also, that I was the one excited to spend time alone with my littlest love.
This morning at 8am, we picked up five beautiful cupcakes from our favorite bakery.  These cupcakes are for my step-daughter's birthday. We go to ballet, we pick up Emilee ( an hour away), we go shopping for hours, we spend quite time lounging in the house. All the time Hazel waiting patiently (she only asked cheerfully every 15minutes, when we would have cupcakes). Finally, we blew out candles so she could have hers. Oh such pure and full enjoyment. I only wish I had a video tape. Hazel has the most expressive expressions and gestures of any human I've ever meet.  I sat and watched her enjoy every single bite, without a word between us.  I never actually tasted the cupcake, but I feel as if I did, just watching her. Apparently, it was quite wonderful.

Now, which one shall I choose? And may I enjoy it as fully as my  three year old.

Friday, October 15, 2010

New lovely Books

Last weekend Lyra read her first book all on her own. I was filled with pride as her mother, relief as her teacher, and satisfaction in my true self that I had followed my beliefs and they had indeed lead us where we wanted to go.
That being said, we are now at a crossroads with our reading material. Ever since starting to read we were comfronted with the problem that the material available was boring and flat. Lyra is used to listening to beautiful stories and her books were not encouraging her desire to read on her own.  I had the waldorf student reading list, but not many of the books.  The library here (a major library system) does not have them. The librarian told me "These are very old books," when I asked. Well yes, yes they are. That is why I want them, why they are wonderful and timeless. The book stores, also, were no help. Finally I ordered a bunch from Amazon. Yesterday our first shipment arrived. I just want to say, I had no idea people had written stories this beautiful for children to read. I didn't read books this lovely until I was in forth or fifth grade and I just randomly chose them off the bookstore shelf. The introduction and first page of Old Mother West Wind, by Thornton W. Burgess made me teary.  I wish I had all of these sooner, but am much comforted that they are now in my possession, and available to me and the little group of families trying and finding our natural little way in this bustling suburban community.  These books are exactly what I mean when I say "the nurtured life."

Monday, October 11, 2010

circle for the week of October 11, 2010

Farm animal yoga with animal sounds will warm us up, then a new scythe game will get us moving and tie our farm animal unit into the harvest.

Scythe the Wheat- Nicola Wicksteed

Scythe the wheat, at its feet;                                     (child jumps while you whisk an imaginary scythe
                                                                                       under her feet)
Bind it, bind it into bundles.                                     (turn child round)

Toss the wheat sheaves in the cart,                          (toss child gently on the pile of pillows)

Rickety rackety off it trundles                                  (clap twice on rick and rack)

And then harvest for us humans, will tie in with the harvest all the little animals are busy with.

Hiding Hazelnuts- Nicola Wicksteed

The squirrels gather hazelnuts
And hide them in the ground.
They hope that when they need a snack,
They'll be easily found.

There are some nuts that they forget.
It's likely some of these
Will turn into seedlings which
grow into hazel trees.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Circle for the week of October 4th, 2010

Geese. We will be learning about the geese we have been watching at the lake and in the air. Our yoga poses this week are postures of a gander protecting his nest.  We will also play a few migration games, learning how to fly in formation and find our way home to nest.

This will be our walking song this week, watch out!
( from Seven times the Sun, Shea Darian)

Three gray geese on the green grass graz-ing.                         : group 1
                        (honk!, honk!)                           (honk!, honk!)    : group 2

Gray were the geese and green was the graz-ing.                    : group 1
                         (honk!, honk!)                           (honk!, honk!)   :  group 2

also learning:
Twinkle Twinkle little star!
How I wonder what you are,
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.

When the glorious sun has set,
When the grass with dew is wet,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle all the night.

In the dark-blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye,
Till the sun is in the sky.

As your bright and tiny spark,
Guides the traveler in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, Twinkle little  star!

And for jump roping:

Halloweena Huckatee
Couldn't brew a cup of tea,
The only portion she could brew
was wishy, washy, mousetail stew!