One
Do you ever start a conversation making perfect sense in your head and half way through you suddenly realize that you have either forgotten everything you knew about the subject or you never knew it in the first place and your point, if there ever was one, has completely disappeared? I’ve been getting 4-6 hours of sleep a night and am feeling pretty beat up, y’all. This return to newborn zombie-land is a little harder than it used to be. But I didn’t realize how my cognitive processes were suffering until I sat down to finish a blog post I started last week. Seven Quick Takes to the rescue! I still want to do the summer learning wrap-up I started, but I’m afraid that transitions between paragraphs are beyond me. If that doesn’t make you want to keep reading, I don’t know what will.
Two
Andy dropped Gareth off at school this weekend, which is how I know that summer is really ending.
Three
Anyway. Although the summer didn’t go as planned, learning went on. I attempted to catch some of it in my teacher planner, but much of it just doesn’t fit. A lot of our learning this summer happened in the form of discussion, not as titles or page numbers. What happens if you don’t want to vote for either person for president, Mom? What will happen if we have an unqualified president? What are they going to do to Rose’s heart? Can other people catch Down Syndrome?
This summer was like that. The kids at home saw their older brother and their parents struggle together to keep him going through a difficult summer job. They heard us talk and talked with us about the current political situation. We showed them diagrams of the heart and explained what would happen to their sister when she went into the hospital. When she came home, we answered their questions about how her heart was repaired, how she would heal, and the dramatic and somewhat frightening incision on her chest. (Which has been healing nicely). We talked a lot about college choices and what is the end of education and how to make compromises between educational ideals and career and financial realities that didn’t sell out the educational ideals.
It seemed like we talked a lot this summer. More than usual. All of that is hard to encapsulate in a couple of words that fit into a grid, but it is the sort of thing that teaches kids a lot. It was a long summer and academically, we are going to have to do some backtracking, but I feel like if I lived in a state in which I had to count attendance (which I don’t anymore), I would have counted many of our summer hours as “school is in session.” It wasn’t a school any of us would necessarily have chosen (although I think that my 13 year old and 17 year old have had an interest sparked in politics and political philosophy), but there it is. Our long break — from mid-May to the beginning of September, probably, unless I really get my act together — was certainly not educationally void. Nobody’s summers really are, but sometimes I need to write everything down to make myself feel better.
Four
Speaking of which… I ordered another Erin Condren Teacher Planner for this year, but I’m somewhat disappointed. I think I can work around the fact that there are fewer Absentee log sheets, which I was using to log picture books, because there are also more pages for notes inside the monthly spreads. But… a pet peeve here… the notes pages which coordinate with the colors of the monthly spreads are BEFORE the monthly calendar page and this does NOT match up with how my brain works. What I want to do is get a visual sense of the big picture first, and THEN head on to my notes, which are probably going to include booklists and college application to-do’s. Why would I want to look at a list of picture books before I saw that I had therapy appointments for four kids this month?
I also goofed and reversed the pattern and background colors I wanted on the cover. That person they’re targeting with that little pop-up question at the bottom of your order form, the one that says, “Are you ABSOLUTELY SURE that you’ve got everything the way you want it?” That person is me.
<Insert face palm.>
Not that it’s a bad cover, it just wasn’t the cover I had in my head, you know?
(This is where I would put a picture IF I had enough memory to load one or IF I could find one to save from my Facebook feed. Just picture a lot of pink when I had been thinking about a nice periwinkle blue with pink accents instead.)
I started looking at Plum Paper Planners, because you can customize the classes and I get tired of writing everybody’s name across the top every week. But since I’ve already spent the money, I guess I’ll be sticking with the Erin Condren this year.
(For the record, I don’t use my planner to plan but to record.)
Five
This summer was also the summer of Beverly Cleary. Back in May, I decided to do some “fun” reading with my 8 year old and my 5 year old (who is now 6). This is where I have to admit that sometimes I find myself a bit… taxed with trying to read AO’s selections to my younger kids. It’s not that we don’t enjoy them, because we do. But there have been good books written after 1965 and we also enjoy a little historical fiction here and there, too, and sometimes the AO books, even the ones on the free reading list, start to feel a bit heavy. So I pulled Ramona the Pest off the shelf — with my 5 year old specifically in mind — and gave it a go. I didn’t know if the boys would like it or not considering that it is about a girl (and yes, I know, it’s Ramona but she’s still a girl), but wow, I could not have predicted that reading Ramona the Pest would mean that I would be required to read every single one of the Ramona books, including the later ones which are girlier and include Beezus growing up and getting moody and wanting her hair styled. We just finished Ramona Forever. The boys want to read Ramona’s World, but no one seems to be able to find it.
We also read several of the Henry Huggins books, which would seem to make more sense because the main character is a boy, after all. But I think the Ramona books are better. Beverly Cleary wrote Henry Huggins in 1950. It was her first novel, and so I think it’s just to be expected that she would grow as a writer from there. On the other hand, of the Henry Huggins books that we read, I think that Henry Huggins is the best. (George may choose to argue with me, because I think that Ribsy was one of his favorite books at the age of 8 or 9.) We ultimately had to take a break with the books in this series, though, because Beverly Cleary’s characters are just too darn life-like. The kids argue and bicker like real kids, and Henry is constantly saying, “You keep quiet” (or he uses another expression which a lot of people use but which is banned in our house). So when I heard my 5 (6) year old knocking through the house picking fights with his brothers and saying, “You keep quiet,” I knew where he had picked that up. We put the Henry Huggins books down at that point. Which is a shame because some of them are pretty funny. In contrast, I think the Ramona books deal a lot more deeply (but in a humorous way) with the battles kids wage (with themselves and with grown-ups) in the process of growing up. What’s interesting to me is that the Ramona books range from the late 60’s to the mid 80’s, and although there are a few discrepancies between the early Henry Huggins books and the later Ramona books (Ramona and Beezus first appear as Henry’s neighbors), mostly nothing in the books seems dated or out of place. Including those 80’s commercials in Ramona Quimby, Age 8!
Leo was also most excited that Sprout was airing the movie Beezus and Ramona as one of their Family Night movies… but ugh, what they did to those books! Everyone watched it, but with much complaining about how they had edited and smooshed all the books together in order to produce a film.
Six
George spent most of his summer reading his way through our history shelves and practicing his wilderness skills in our backyard. I found it impossible to keep up with what he was reading. I should have made him keep a list but I didn’t, and now both of us are struggling to remember all the titles; I think that sometimes books blur in time and you think, when did I read that? This isn’t every book he read this summer, but it will give you some idea of what he was doing.
You know what amazes me most? This kid has only been reading — I mean, really reading, beyond reader level — for a little more than two and a half years.
Seven
It didn’t seem possible to me a week ago, but I think that we may be able to start easing into school next week. I’ve got my resource shelves organized, the last-minute oops-I-forgot-this books and curricula have been ordered, I’m working on getting actual books onto people’s shelves, the schedule is almost done (such as it is), and I wrapped up my old teacher planner with printed copies of my learning-in-review posts from last school year. There weren’t many of them, and as usual I wish that there were more. I know I say this almost every year and then posts dribble off around Christmas and never pick up again, but this year I am going to write a wrap-up post every week. Or maybe every other week. More than four all year at least! (How’s that for a goal?) It might not be a long one, or it might be a smash-up of learning notes, but I’m aiming for something I can print out as a hard-copy record. The notes and arrows I put in my planner are a good shorthand for what we’re doing, but sometimes I want to see a finished picture and not just an empty paint-by-numbers board.