Things I Never Thought I'd Have To Say, Part 28,301
"Bagel, stop eating Sonshine's art prints."
Growing the World's Cutest Free-Range Kids... and feeding them nothing but crap
I'm under orders from the rheumatologist to do yoga three days a week. I really enjoy doing yoga; it helps with my pain levels tremendously, and that and the B vitamins keep my appetite in check, for some reason I don't understand. (I'm trying to lose weight.) So whenever I get up a little earlier than the rest of the family, I put on my yoga video and do some yoga.
T.E.S.L.A. (Totally Educational Science Learning Activities) is our science club for kids ages 7-11. Its objective is to let kids explore what Galileo called "the book of the world". Therefore it has an informal, hands-on style, with an emphasis on experimentation and encouraging kids to question and make up their own experiments. It is meant as a counterweight to typical school science courses, with their heavy emphasis on book-learning, or as a sort of lab supplement to homeschool science curricula.
What is T.E.S.L.A.? Click here.
I should preface this by saying that one of my least favorite phrases is "good for the environment." This is because both "good" and "the environment" are way more complex than the thought processes of most people who use them together in the phrase. The world is never full of solutions simplistic enough to be caught up entirely in black-and-white thinking.
I am in the Carnival of Cool Homeschoolers this week!
I thought it might be a good idea to start posting my lesson plans for T.E.S.L.A. on my blog. Maybe there is a homeschooling parent (or a teacher who doesn't wet her pants just thinking about administrators lecturing her about liability insurance) who would like to have them.
Fall is my favorite season. The weather is cool enough to call for snuggling opportunities, but if it snows, it doesn't stick. There are big piles of leaves. The harvest is gathered in and there's a sense of cocooning, wrapping up snugly for the winter's big transformation. The hecticness of the holidays is not yet upon us, but we are still dreaming of sugar plums in the planning.
Sonshine: "Why do they call it 'debate'?"
Sonshine has finished his literature lesson, so for his break he's devising a new substitution cipher. He was into Playfair ciphers for a bit, but he couldn't find a friend who was interested in passing coded messages that were encoded that way, so he went back to substitution ciphers.
My mom has begun blogging! Check out her Family Center blog, especially if you are in the Logan, UT area. The Family Center does really good work. They have a lending library of educational toys, books, and videos, plus parenting classes and more!
Somehow I can never think far enough in advance to make side dishes to go with my entree, so I use a lot of "quick" side dishes that can be made in the fifteen minutes between when I think "Oh crap, I don't have any side dishes" and when dinner is served. One of my old standbys is mashed potatoes from flakes. I like mashed potatoes. However, FH is really picky and he's decided that mashed potatoes from flakes do not meet with his approval unless they are larded with dairy products, which a third of the family can't have. He especially hates them when they're made with rice milk (the very same rice milk that he insisted we had to buy because he refused anything made with soy milk).
Remember Bagel's little stuffed rat, Mr. Squeak, who has a reputation for mysteriously running away and being found in strange places? Well, now he's been found in strange places with Sonshine's stuffed armadillo, Armadillo. Also, Armadillo's been found in strange places all by himself, places he couldn't have just fallen into off of Sonshine's bed.
I usually don't post about politics on this blog. Oh, I've got plenty of political opinions-- I just don't foist them on people who read my blog. But I just couldn't resist posting this because it's so absurd.
There are plenty of people out there—not only English teachers but also amateur language buffs like me—who believe that diagramming a sentence provides insight into the mind of its perpetrator. The more the diagram is forced to wander around the page, loop back on itself, and generally stretch its capabilities, the more it reveals that the mind that created the sentence is either a richly educated one—with a Proustian grasp of language that pushes the limits of expression—or such an impoverished one that it can produce only hot air, baloney, and twaddle.Yes, because the single most important thing in a candidate for national office is whether or not they speak in perfectly diagrammable sentences. But I guess when all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. I do wonder, though, if she bothered to diagram the sentences of anyone other than Palin, or Palin's sentences when not speaking extemporaneously. It seems to me that spoken English, especially in an interview format as opposed to a formal speech, produces disjointed, wandering sentences by its very nature.
I found myself considering this paradox once again when confronted with the sentences of Sarah Palin, the Republican vice-presidential nominee.
There's nothing finer than tucking a small sleepy child into a cozy spot on a rainy day.
Princess was quite interested in last week's presidential debate, and she's got the vice-presidential debate on in the background while she plays. I asked her, "How's Sarah Palin doing?"