tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61780499003664427342024-02-18T19:54:04.972-06:00Perfection is my enemyAimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16245733394874585443noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178049900366442734.post-75284739825091180302011-01-22T22:04:00.000-06:002011-01-22T22:04:59.450-06:00Guess he was done...If it was not illegal I would go down to the hardware store and buy a staple gun to staple my son to his chair! That's is the honest truth. He got up in the middle of a spelling lesson and sat his little tush down on the couch so he could play his PSP. Sometimes I wonder just what in the world I was thinking. And then we see how successful he is with homeschool and how far he's come. It just about makes it worth it.Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16245733394874585443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178049900366442734.post-51465200388864109572010-10-19T14:55:00.000-05:002010-10-19T14:55:42.458-05:00I need to get motivated!!! I just don't seem to want to do anything. I need someone to come over and blow a whistle at me. Anyone?Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16245733394874585443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178049900366442734.post-26832059506061701212010-10-06T21:33:00.000-05:002010-10-06T21:33:23.118-05:00Adventures in HomeschoolingWe are wrapping up month 2 of homeschooling. I can hardly believe that we have been doing it this long. When we started I thought I knew it all. I thought all those people that talk about how the first couple months is about trial and error and figuring out need vs. want were below me. Well, I was an idiot. We have changed some of the curriculum a time or two. I've organized & re-organized trying to find the most efficient way to keep track of everything. I have even re-arranged our classroom/office because I didn't like the way it felt. I have added things to our day like practicing the guitar and studying his football playbook. There are subjects I thought I could teach without curriculum that I cant. Subjects I thought I needed curriculum for and I have given up and made my own. It's been an adventure. My sanity savers are.....<br />
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</div>Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16245733394874585443noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178049900366442734.post-38374468811468428372010-09-21T11:29:00.000-05:002010-09-21T11:29:47.627-05:00My little HamsterTen years ago I brought a baby into this world and I was certain he was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. This is what everyone else saw.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Do you remember that thermometer commercial with the baby and the caption that read "you want to put that where"? Tell me he doesn't look like that baby<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But then he got those chubby little cheeks and he really was the cutest thing I ever saw.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And there's my cutie-tootie at 3.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He mastered the terrible twos at about 3 1/2.<br />
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And finally here he is practicing his guitar on his 10th birthday!<br />
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Fast forward to this morning. I had forgotten completely about the discontinued book. I am working on my lesson plan for the month. In doing that I look up the holidays (official & un-official) for the month so we can use it as an opportunity to add to the basic stuff. It's one of the reasons I chose homeschooling. I like to think outside the box. In September (17th - 23rd) is Banned Books Week. As soon as I saw those words it was like....like.... I don't know. Like someone knocked the air out of me. The thought of all those books that are banned. It just breaks my heart. Someone poured their hearts and souls into these books. Some of them are even considered classic. I remember reading some of them as a class when I was in school. And now they are forbidden. Most books are banned for "religious" purposes. I will be the first to admit that I read books that some would feel are not "appropriate". Just because I read a book does not mean I agree with every part of it. A huge part of my love for reading is using my imagination. I love to read a story about something that I've never seen and deciding for myself how it looks, feels, sounds and smells. Each of these books were banned in a certain part of the US and not nationwide. Here are a few books on the Top 100 Banned or Challenged Books: 2000-2009 list that shocked me...<br />
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The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, by Mark Twain <br />
The Color Purple, by Alice Walker <br />
Catcher in the Rye, by J.D. Salinger <br />
<span style="color: black;">To Kill A Mockingbird, by Harper Lee</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The Giver, by Lois Lowry</span> <br />
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I ran across this in the childrens study bible when we were doing Bible Study today. It really hit me hard. I think it is something that should not just be for kids.Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16245733394874585443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178049900366442734.post-9436838215742435972010-08-24T18:17:00.001-05:002010-08-24T18:22:04.133-05:00Lost and FoundWhen I was about thirteen or so I decided it was time for me to make some money of my own. I did what thirteen year old girls did when they want their own pocket change. I convinced some poor clueless woman to hand her precious ~I use this term lightly~ little angels over to me. I could rattle on about the details of my one and only babysitting job. Instead, I'll just cut to the chase. I lost one of them. One minute he was playing in his room quietly and the next his bedroom window was open and he was gone. A frantic call to my mother and an hour of searching the neighborhood later he was found at the local park. That day I swore I would never be in charge of another child again. Here I am many years later with three little angels of my own. My day consists of taking kids to school, walking, homeschooling, house cleaning, cooking, faking a headache, and passing out. To be honest I wouldn't have it any other way. <br />
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</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I first decided to homeschool Hamster I started gathering whatever I thought I might possibly need or use at garage sales and such. I did not want to be stuck spending a boatload of money at the same time we have to get school supplies & back to school clothes for the other two. I came across a garage sale that had these cards for $0.50. Today we got a chance to try them out for the first time. I just want to say that I LOVE this game. When I first pulled the cards out and began to shuffle Sam asked me what War is. After I got over the shock of him never in his entire life playing War I explained how to play. We played this game for almost an hour! That was the best $0.50 I've ever spent. We both laid down our cards and I would wait to let him tell me who had the higher card. It was a great review of math facts. </div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I just have to find a way to make it an educational game so I can justify buying it. I'm thinking English since you have to come up with adjectives to describe the people. Whatcha think?</div>Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16245733394874585443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178049900366442734.post-46939538391470664522010-08-11T22:13:00.000-05:002010-08-11T22:13:36.653-05:00Tomorrow is the first day of school. I'll ship the youngest two off to public school and begin this journey with my oldest called homeschooling. I have researched. I have bargain hunted. I have pieced together a curriculum that I think is perfect for him. He'll be doing 2 grades at once. I know it sounds insane. What that really means is that just over half way through his 3rd grade year in school is when my grandma died. That loss was more than his nine year old soul could bear. He shut down completely and began turning in completely blank pieces of paper with his name at the top. So.... we'll be wrapping up that last little bit of 3rd grade he missed out on while also starting on 4th grade material. If something is super easy for him then we'll move on. If he has a hard time understanding then we'll take it slow. That's the cool thing about homeschooling. It's about going at his pace. Oh yeah ~ and the fact that he will not get away with turning in empty papers to this teacher. It also helps that the principal of this school lives with us.<br />
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Since school starts on a Thursday this year we will spend the first two days getting everything organized. We have an office to set up. A scientist to choose. A book report book to choose. A library to raid. Dishes to wash. For Home Economics class that is. Hmmmm. I wonder how I can fit him mowing the lawn into the lesson plan. Anyhoo~ we are going to be busy folks around here. By Monday we should be up and running.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>God:</strong> <em>You need to home school Ham.</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Me:</strong> <em>You cant be serious. I maintained a solid D in History for 13 years strait. And Science... don't get me started on Science.</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>God:</strong> <em>I will help you.</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Me:</strong> <em>But wont he miss his friends.</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>God:</strong> <em>Take him to church and he'll see his friends.</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Me: </strong> <em>But.....but....</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>God:</strong> <em>Don't call me a butt. (He totally could have said that. My God has a sense of humor)</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Me:</strong> <em>Dadgumit. I didn't want to work anyway. </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So the search for the perfect (and by perfect I mean cheap but sufficient) curriculum began. All summer I have been working on planning our home school adventure. At the same time I've been fighting for my daughter. Last school year she made honor roll 3 of the 4 quarters. Unfortunately her teacher does not feel that is a good enough reason to pass her on to the second grade. I have always been told that when your child is in elementary school they can not retain them without the parents permission. Here's how the process goes for us:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1. Parent & teacher meet. Parent says pass. Teacher says retain. If no agreement is made another meeting will be made with principal.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3. After the meeting parent gets letter from principal stating that they read the letter and still feel child should be retained due to the fact that the teacher feels like the six year old child is immature. Also if we want to appeal the schools decision we can fill out the appeal form and write a letter (Hello! We already did.) and it can go to the school board for a final decision</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">4. Father of child writes a letter letting the school know all of the flaws in their system. The letter also informs the principal that calling a 6 year old child immature is as redundant as calling the grass green or sky blue.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">It has been 2 months since we since our last letter accompanied by their "appeal form". School starts in just over a week. I finally got a call from the principal yesterday stating that the school board meeting has been set for Thursday night and our attendance is optional. Do they really believe that we would go this far and just decide that this meeting is not important enough to show up? I am terrified. I am a peacemaker. I don't like confrontation so this meeting is especially difficult for me. However, I believe that our children are a gift from God. If I'm not willing to stand up and fight for my children then how can I expect anyone else to? Most importantly.... I believe in my child. I believe that she will be successful in the second grade. Her teacher convinced her that she would not succeed if she moved on. She needs to know that someone believes in her or she will likely give up on herself. There are so many things I hope she learns from this experience. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">With God on your side you can not fail. And stand up for what you believe in.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">If the school board votes to retain her then I'll be homeschooling two kids this year instead of two. That scares the poo out of me. But I believe that no matter what... God is in control.</span>Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16245733394874585443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178049900366442734.post-44688509799400072572010-05-24T21:38:00.000-05:002010-05-24T21:38:26.818-05:00Are You There God? It's Me Aimee.My youth minister used to tell us that if we didn't pray from the heart our prayers would bounce of the ceiling and God would never hear them. As an adult I know that is not the case. I now know that God hears our prayers no matter what. But sometimes when I pray for my heart to stop aching and it doesn't... when it hurts so bad I cant breathe... I think back to that lesson and wonder. Can you hear me God?Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16245733394874585443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178049900366442734.post-30768250245429985412010-05-20T12:34:00.000-05:002010-05-20T12:34:52.259-05:00To work or not to work...We are preparing to homeschooling next year. Working on setting up vision therapy and occupational therapy for H<span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;">amster</span>. With all that we have going on I'm trying to decide if I want to continue working. I feel like I need a break to kinda process everything that's happened in the last couple months prepare for the next season. 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My children are convinced that I am not capable. I'll post after pictures letting you know how it goes.Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16245733394874585443noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178049900366442734.post-44086142681372038132010-05-03T18:06:00.000-05:002010-05-03T18:06:59.934-05:00Friend or FoeWe bought a house that has plants everywhere. All the way around the house there are flower beds. I have absolutely no knowledge when it comes to flowers/plants vs. weeds. I really dont know how that happened either. Both of my parents garden. My aunt has a greenhouse. My grandparents have always done veggie gardens. Somehow it just skipped over me. Anyway... back to the point here. I am trying to keep up with what the previous owners got started but I dont know what to pull and what to leave. And some I just want to know what they are. Soooo. I've taken pictures of everything and will be posting them with a number. What I'm asking you to do is tell me what they are and if I should pull it or trim it or just let it be.<br />
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I took about a 30 minute break before I started supper for the family that was coming over to visit. Me and the kids went to meet up with my mom and aunt at the festival so the kids could ride rides as promised. We got another bag of cotton candy (since the boys <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">didn't</span> share the first one) and Snickers on a stick (which was not near as yummy as expected). This was the first year that all three kids got to ride big kid rides. It was so much fun watching their faces light up. We came back to the house just in time to pull supper out of the oven (cause I'm awesome like that). Ate. Laughed. Took pictures. And kicked them out.<br />
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After a long day all I wanted was to relax in a bubble bath. I ran the water and climbed in. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Apparently</span> my children were not aware that mom's are allowed to take baths. Before I even had a chance to get settled in I had 3 kids & 2 dogs standing over me staring in amazement. Princess B was so excited that she brought me 7 of her barbies to play with. And then showed me how to play with them in the bath. Turns out that playing Barbies and laughing with the kids was a lot more relaxing than just laying there. It was the perfect end to a perfect day.Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16245733394874585443noreply@blogger.com3