It's a Wonderful Thing...

...to be three years old when your curriculum box arrives in the mail!

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As I've pondered each child the past few weeks and begun to design programs of studies tailored especially to each of them, Katie has been my easiest to plan.  This child just plain exudes joy.  Everything is happy!

In so many ways, she reminds me of her "biggest brother."  I have a picture of Michael when he was her age posted just above my computer monitor. He is covered in fingerpaint, with his arms spread wide and his smile spread wider.

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It serves two purposes:  to remind me to back away from the computer and to remind me of a time when I wholeheartedly encouraged giant messes of creativity. This is my blond-haired, blue-eyed golden boy's last year at home.  We've begun the process of finding a college and I think I can safely claim to have some perspective on home education. That perspective certainly colors plans for everyone else.

I don't want to push the stages of development, nor do I want to fold one stage into another without stopping to really notice and savor it. One thing I find is that the younger children in a large family tend to get folded into the school-aged crowd. The veterans tout all the benefits of "trickle down" and advise that we teach to the oldest when we take the whole family as a group.  If we are not careful, they miss all those wonderful early childhood treasures that we cultivated so happily for our first children.  I am determined not to let that happen, if for no other reason than I LOVE early childhood and all the good things it holds.

Mounted with the picture, just above my computer monitor, is this poem, taken from the Five in a Row website years ago.

If I had my child to raise all over again,

I’d finger-paint more, and point the finger less.

I would do less correcting and more connecting.

I’d take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes.

I would care to know less, and know to care more.

I’d take more hikes and fly more kites.

I’d stop playing serious, and seriously play.

I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars.

I’d do more hugging and less tugging.

I’d build self-esteem first, and the new house later.

I would be firm less often, and affirm much more.

I’d teach less about the love of power, and more about the power of love.

For the most part, I lived that philosophy with Michael and I have few regrets. So, with the poem and the picture as my inspiration, finger paint became the focus of Katie’s “official pre-school,” at least metaphorically.  And how silly is this notion of "preschool" when you know there is no school at all planned after a “preschool” that isn’t even school itself?? Ah, but  I digress.

Finger paint really is a glorious medium! We’ll unpack the rest of the box tomorrow.

It's Signing Time with Nicky and Katie!

Every once in awhile, one of my children sets us off on a rabbit trail that becomes part of the family culture.  About eighteen months ago, Nicholas (then four), was fascinated with a wooden sign language puzzle I had on the alphabet shelf.  When he lifted the knobbed pieces he could see which sign stood for which letter.  He was completely focused on learning those signs.  And then, he began his campaign for more.  "Teach me how to talk with my hands!"

I found some beautiful and very effective books, The Handmade Alphabet and The Handmade Counting Book.  Quickly, he mastered those alphabet signs and the number signs and still, he was unrelenting in his begging for more.  Lissa wholeheartedly suggested the Signing Time DVDs.  I ordered the six that were available at the time.  A family addiction was born.  We all learned the songs; we all learned the signs.  I got to know Rachel Coleman, the woman behind the amazing videos, and was so inspired by her story.  We've been singing and signing ever since.  There are more volumes in our collection now and we've moved on to other resources like American Sign Language the Easy Way and The American Sign Language Phrase Book.  Talking with our hands is something we just do. 

We had always dabbled  a little with signing simple things for our babies.  Now, we're all looking forward to Signing Time board books and Baby Signing Time videos and a brand new baby to learn all those signs!

Yesterday, all alone in the kitchen, I started singing one of my favorite Signing Time songs, Shine.I went to the website to find the lyrics and learned I must not be the only mom who loves the songs for herself. Now there is a CD of all the songs that resonate with parents.  I thought about how much Signing Time and sign language have become a part of who we are as a family.  And I was so glad my four-year-old took me by the hand and led me down this lovely trail.

Catholic Mosaic

There is a growing box of books and assorted curricular materials in the large walk-in closet that is our home library.  In it, materials I have purchased but no longer use (or may have never used) are being gathered to sell or donate. For now, though, it stands as a staunch reminder not to buy, sight unseen, every good idea about which I read.  Often, one person's good idea becomes my bookend. Instead, when purchasing curriculum, it is better for me to sit here one day--or maybe for several weeks-- and think to myself, "I wish there were a book that did___"

For more years than I can count, I have thought, "I wish there were an organized way to integrate the Liturgical Year, great literature, notebooking, copywork, simple crafts, and Catechesis of the Good Shepherd."  Such a project was daunting. In order to pull it off, one would have to be immersed in living the Liturgical Year.  One would have to spend hours researching the wealth of beautiful religious picture books available out there "somewhere."  One would have to have a grasp on the concept of notebooking and a sense of how the faith is taught in a Montessori atrium. Then, one would have to make the time to put it all together in a useable format. Some of us dreamed of a such a resource. One of us did it.

Cay Gibson, together with Hillside Education, has done a masterful job of creating a lovely, living mosaic of literature-based catechesis--a Catholic Mosaic

When a child learns the faith within the context of the Liturgical Year, "religion" becomes a living, breathing part of the rhythm of life.  It is integrated into her being as fundamentally as a heartbeat.  In early December, she just knows it is Advent; that's the way it's always been.  She thinks, "Our color is purple because we are waiting, preparing."  She looks forward to celebrating the feasts that are nestled in among the fast.  St. Nicholas, Juan Diego, Our Lady of Guadalupe, St. Lucy--all her favorite, familiar friends are met with joy. And when she is older, she will not merely turn the calendar to the last month of the year inside a dry, secular cubicle, she will instead continue to live the richness of the first season of the Church year. And if, for some sad reason, she does not, something will seem terribly out of sync, for that will not be the normal, habitual beating of her heart from the beginning when she was a child in the Domestic Church of her parents.

When the faith is taught within the context of living books a lyrical song is sung, a beautiful image embossed upon a child's soul.  Those carefully chosen books become family traditions.  "This is the book we read for St. Brigid's feast; this for John Paul the Great's birthday; this for Pentecost."  Children learn the stories of the saints and they develop real, living relationships with those holy men and women who cheer them from heaven and intercede on their behalf. The saints of those stories are faithful friends for small children who grow into spiritual giants and guides for well-formed adults. The books Cay has chosen are of the highest quality--living, breathing books that will infuse children and the adults who share them with the breath of the Holy Spirit.

When notebooking is introduced to the teaching of religion and academia meets theology in the context of the rhythm of the household, you have real learning. No one can tell where "school" stops and "church" begins, where "church" stops and family life begins.  Instead, there is a lifestyle of learning within the heart of the Domestic Church. It is education within the bosom of the family, just as the Creator intended.  Catholic Mosaic offers a plethora of ideas for organizing just such an education. It's all tied together and keyed to the calendar.  We can do this!  We can have an environment in our homes that is this rich and meaningful!

There will be no used copies of this resource available.  Mothers who forego home education to send their children to school will hold on to this book in order to read the stories at bedtime and do the crafts on rainy Saturdays.  Mothers whose children have grown and gone will pass the book to their daughters and daughters-in-law.  It is a resource destined to become dog-eared and jelly smeared.

At 4Real, we've embraced this resource with great zeal.  We are talking about it. We are adding more books and more ideas and we archiving the success stories.  Come join us.  We are piecing together a life in our homes that is reminiscent of a mosaic in a fine cathedral-- something truly rich and  beautiful for our Lord.

Down the Garden Trail

As happens so often in our home, we interrupted this month’s carefully planned lessons for a rabbit trail.  This one was HUGE, all encompassing, and (assuming everything takes root) will live for years in our hearts and our yard. We planted gardens.

            We approached this otherwise humble task in my usual, somewhat overzealous way.  We looked at the plot in the backyard and then at the sides of the house and then at the front of the house and decided it all must be planted.

            So, after consulting and virtually consuming all the gardening resources listed in the “Garden Inspiration” sidebar and drilling my friends at 4Real, we imported forty cubic yards of dirt and compost and other assorted layering material. These regularly delivered piles of dirt effectively pulled us from the table in the learning room, out of doors.  And the education my husband and I were getting naturally spilled over and thoroughly drenched the children. Time to bring in the books!

            The first bunch of books was emergency ordered:  Nicholas was suddenly terrified of bugs—bees in particular—and boycotting the entire endeavor.  He refused to come inside. So we began with The Bee Tree,  Patricia Polacco’s tale of a child’s and her gandfather’s raucous romp through the village, gathering friends and neighbors, while they chased a bee in search of a whole tree full of bees.  Surely, these critters were not to be feared if some people actually go off looking for them. We examined a honeycomb and made buttermilk biscuits and honey for tea time. After The Bee Tree, Dad sat and read The Magic School Bus Inside a Beehive.  There’s nothing like facts, endearingly presented, to disarm the fear and equip a boy with the power of knowledge! We drew some bees for nature journals and talked the poor creatures to death. Finally, on an absolutely perfect spring day, Nicholas could no longer resist the draw of that huge pile of dirt—he had to get outside and play, bees or no bees.

            Now, our reading could turn to the gardens themselves.  No garden trail is complete without The Secret Garden. We listened to the audio version in the car last week.  Now, we’re poking our way through Inside the Secret Garden,which is just crammed full of more information about the beloved book.  We’re sneaking just a little history and geography into an otherwise nature-oriented study.  Also, there are some must eat recipes (don’t the descriptions of  Dickon’s mother’s cooking make you want to eat?), and some crafts we’ll try just as soon as it rains and we come inside.  I’m particularly looking forward to making plant markers with stones and a gardening tool rack out of a sturdy twig.

We began our planting with the vegetable garden, so our reading began there, too. Lois Ehlert’s  Growing Vegetable Soup tells the story of planting and growing a garden which will yield “the best soup ever.”  This is a very simple book with clean, bold graphics.  It is at once garden inspiration and reading practice for my beginners. There is even a recipe to try once the young gardener’s kitchen garden begins to yield its bounty. From there, I couldn’t resist Fanny at Chez Panisse, a book for longer attention spans and grwoing vegetable cooks. How can we talk about kitchen gardens without talking about Alice Walters, founder of Chez Panisse, the ultimate vegetable garden restaurant? This book tells the story of Fanny, Alice’s daughter, who grew up in the restaurant.

            Once the veggies were safely in the ground, we moved on to the strawberry patch.  We planted the strawberries and then we rimmed the garden with sunflower seeds and marigolds.  To truly appreciate what we’d done, we had to first understand a little about seeds.  Gail Gibbon’s science picture books are always winners, never dumbed-down and containing more than enough information to cover the material as well as most middle school science books;they are accessible to all my children.  We read From Seed to Plant and then Eric Carle’s endearing The Tiny Seed and then we consulted the ultimate authority, Miss Frizzle and the Magic Schoolbus. Now, the children were all eagerly anticipating watching tiny sprouts spring from the ground. From knowledge gained in these books, they were able to closely examine seeds and to draw and label seed and plant parts for their nature notebooks.

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          Stephen was a bit troubled by the seed to plant lifecycle.  How did the first plants grow?  Where did the first seeds come from?  Which came first the chicken or the egg?  We took a quick trip to the atrium to present a lesson on Creation.

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But what would we truly have when we had sunflowers?  We would have the lovely, gigantic flowers that make Eve Bunting’s Sunflower Houses.  Their story is told in rhythmic rhyme with bright pictures and a joyful celebration of the lifecycle of the sunflower seed.  Sunflower Sal is a girl after my own heart: she simply can't sew (yet) and so she sets out to plant a quilt.  Her arrangement of sunflowers around the beds yields a living quilt that is lovely to behold.  Finally, one cannot think of lovely sunflowers without thinking of Van Gogh.  Laurence Anholt’s Camille and the Sunflowers takes us to the world of a little boy named Camille who lived “where the sunflowers grew so high they looked like real suns—a whole field of burning yellow suns.”  Vincent Van Gogh lived in Camille’s world too and the story tells of what happens when they encounter each other.  Stephen was taken with this book and when he recognized some of the pictures in the book, he dug up our picture study prints. He and Nicholas worked on sunflower masterpieces of their won. Glimpses of Van Gogh masterpieces will surely inspire dragging the easel out to the garden as soon as our sunflowers bloom.

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            Next to the strawberry patch, we’ve planted an herb garden that flows into a flower bed.  Why, we found ourselves Planting a Rainbow!  There is an abundance of flower names in this simple bold book, with each variety color-coded and clearly labeled. As simple as those pictures are, they are far more complex in Jack's Garden. This darling story builds on itself, modeled after “The House the Jack Built.”  It’s crammed full of well-labeled flower varieties and birds and insects which accompany a truly engaging, rollicking text.

            No garden study is complete without some attention to the butterflies.  In Waiting for Wings by Lois Ehlert, we discovered a slightly more sophisticated layered book than the perennial favorite The Very Hungry Caterpillar. Waiting for Wings tells of the caterpillars’ transformation and then the butterflies’ flight to a waiting garden.  There, we learn a little about butterfly behavior, all on bold, splashy pages.  That is followed by butterfly identification pages, butterfly information pages, and very general directions for our next project: planting a butterfly garden. From the boldness of Ehlert’s book, we moved to the lyrical language of Joanne Ryder and the detailed brilliance of Lynne Cherry in Where Butterflies Grow.  This book tells the story of the caterpillar and butterfly again and then gives some more specifics on butterfly gardens and the behavior of butterflies in those gardens.  I’m a big fan of the author/illustrator combination and this book didn’t disappoint me. Nicholas, on the other hand, commented on page 2 that he, “already knows what’s going to happen.  That caterpillar is going to turn into a butterfly.”  Okay, so it is a familiar plot. 

            We drew the lifecycle of the butterfly and researched what plants we could plant to attract butterflies in our garden.  We’re still watching for butterflies we can photograph and observe in real life.

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            From the butterflies, I took a very natural diversion to a much less traveled path.  What is a garden without fairies, at least the fairies of our imaginations? Fairy Flight poses the question:  Are butterflies really fairies in disguise?  My two littlest children are truly still wrestling with this.  I've never wished I'd vidoeotaped storytime so much as when I introduced this book and Fairy Houses.  The latter book reads like a very happy dream, complete with instructions on how to make fairy houses. My children could hardly sleep in anticipation of giving it a try. Blossoms_and_bees_066  And when the dream is over, what fun it is to awaken to Fairies: Petal People You Make Yourself , another of the great Klutz craft books. Therein is the perfect craft for a rainy day that keeps us inside.

This is one unit that was very light on crafts or planned activities for paper and pencil.  Most of learning has taken place outside in the dirt.  We’ve talked about the grownup gardening books and the information they contained, planned together and worked really hard at making our vision a reality. All of our garden activities are being chronicled on our online nature journal, Blossoms and Bees. The children and I have recorded our outdoor adventures, along with photos and poetry.  It's an ongoing project, for as long as they and the plants keep growing! Please drop by and visit our yard and let us know you came.

For my children, blogging is a new medium, a new way to express themselves and a very rewarding way for to publish their work almost instantly.  They are able to keep meticulous records of what we’ve planted and how to care for it.  Our success and failures will be there for us to consult later and for the whole world to see. Considering I had no formal language arts lessons planned, a whole lot of copy work was done in the midst of our gardening and much was learned about the publishing process. From a mound of dirt, to bountiful, beautiful banners in our yard, this is a rabbit trail that will truly live forever in their memories and their futures.

Note that all the books are pictured and linked on the sidebar in the Rabbit Trail Basket.

            

The corollary to the task chart...

The corollary to the the task chart, of course, is that you must teach a child how to do the chores and you must accept, if you assign the task to a four-year-old, that the chore will be done as well as a four-year-old can do it.  Sometimes, that is considerably well.  Other times, the four-year-old simply does not do the task as well as a 44-year-old. He just plain can't. Our children do not come to us fully equipped for adulthood.  Furthermore, this is a process of learning. Children do not come wired to hear something once and to understand it and implement it every time for ever more. That's why we have about two decades to train them before we launch them. Instead, they come knowing very little about practical life and they are dependent upon our patience and perseverance to learn the lessons they need and to learn them well.

So there it is again.  In order to improve our children, we must improve ourselves. We must be patient.  We must show them again and again how to complete something well. This requires some acceptance on our part of the limitations of the child.  If you want your house to look like it's been cleaned by a team of capable women, hire a team of capable women.  But if you want your children to care for your house, work with them to do the best you all can and then accept that you are not a team of capable women.  You're all still learning.

We must persevere in outlining the steps involved in a job well done and in holding the children accountable to the clearly delineated standard.  We cannot do this from an Easy Chair.  We cannot hang a  chore chart and tell them to consult it and expect the house to be clean at the end of the day. They are not maids for whom we leave a list and a check.  They are children who need our constant care and guidance. We must move with them, beside them, working together towards all matter of goals.

We're working towards a clean and orderly house, to be sure.  But we're also working towards loftier goals:  a spirit of cooperation,determination to do a good job, gentleness and sweetness towards each other as we work, even gratitude for the house we keep and the work it entails.  These are goals beyond a child's understanding.  They must witness those attitudes in their parents, they must absorb them from the atmosphere in our homes and in the goodness of our demeanor.  And they're not going to get it from someone who commands and directs.  They'll only truly learn it from someone who journeys alongside them--who works,both manually and spiritually--striving to do well.