1- teaching 4 kids is much harder than teaching 3. How those people with 6 or 10 kids do it is beyond me, but then again, how they do anything without the assistance of valium laced cocktails is beyond me, too.
2- I enjoy history and social studies MUCH more than my kids, especially the girls. They find most of it boring and I can tell that when I get all excited explaining something that they are just humoring me with their participation. I think history and geography are very important, so they are just going to have to endure.
3- I am even more decrepit that I previously thought- I have spent the last couple nights on the couch, drooling and immobile, just waiting until I can convince my legs to carry me to bed.
For anyone that thinks I exaggerate when I say that my kids are not interested in history, here is an example of what my oldest daughter did with her social studies work while I was reading a story aloud about Mesopotamia:
She added some things...like the raining arrows of death and the river of blood.
And what is that figure by the poor ancient farmer's leg?
She says it is a gremlin/demon stabbing him in the leg. Nice.
Yep, that weirdness comes straight from me. I can't deny it and worse, I find it really funny. I am such a bad influence.
They did have a great deal of fun making their cave paintings.
First they crumpled their construction paper to simulate the surface of a cave wall.
Then they argued over who got to use what brush.
What the cuss did I do with her head?
My oldest, who is a great artist, struggled with trying to replicate primitive art, so she used the most unwieldly paint brush she could find.
There were a lot of interesting stories to go with these paintings, including saber tooth tiger and mammoth hunts, exploding volcanoes and an unfortunate and deadly hunting accident that took place in a beautiful oasis. Apparently life and art was pretty grim back in the day.
This morning it was gorgeous outside, so I decided to push lessons back until later and we went on a small 'field trip' downtown (when you home school, you can call anything a field trip and feel superior....)
First we hit the post office to mail a package to my mother and father. The kids were excited about the building because it is old and they had never been inside before. My two older children were particularly interested in the criminal reward/wanted posters. I mostly ignored their suggestions to supplement our income by hunting down lunatic bombers.
After we left, the kids spent time searching for colorful and sparkly rocks on the ground, before we went for some ice cream at the Sweet Shoppe.
It was wonderfully cool inside and smelled so yummy, because not only do they sell ice cream, but what they are famous for is their homemade fudge. Mmmm....fudge...
The kids enjoyed their ice cream while I enjoyed a Diet Dr. Pepper and sitting still. Note the cart in the lower right corner. That is our little cart for fetching groceries.
My oldest daughter loves this shop because they carry her favorite ice cream, Kentucky Delight, which is like Kentucky Pie (or some call it Derby Pie). It is a brown sugar ice cream, (wait...what? Brown sugar ice cream? Insanity...yummy, yummy insanity) chocolate chunks, nuts, pie crust chunks and a caramel swirl.
I would have loved to have some, but I can't eat ice cream when I am hot. And yes, I know that is odd, but I AM odd. Haven't you been coming here long enough to know that? Incidentally, I ate a butt load of ice cream when I lived in Alaska and Alaskans eat more ice cream per capita than anyone else, so I guess I am not odd...in Alaska, anyway.
Back to the Sweet Shoppe. I couldn't resist getting a piece of Maple Nut fudge for myself.
You know that scrumptious icing on maple doughnuts? This is like that, without all that unnecessary doughnut getting in the way.
What fat girls see when they close their eyes at night. This and Matthew McConaughey running shirtless on the beach.
The kids and I are were interested to learn that they were preparing candy for the Kentucky State Fair where they have 2 booths this year.
Fair pics courtesy of the Kentucky State Fair:
I just wanted to show all you Yankees that no one is playing a banjo or carrying a jug of moonshine.
Here is just some of the fantastic candy they have made to take to the fair. I can not describe how wonderful this shop smells. It is like heaven wrapped in chocolate and dipped in sprinkles.
Before we left, the kids and I noticed a big US map with push pins marking locations. It turns out they deliver (who knew? Not me and this isn't my first time in fudge nirvana) and each pin represents the ordering customer's locations. If you love fudge, you can order here: https://sweetshoppefudge.com/index.php . I highly recommend the Tiger Butter and the Peanut butter and Fudge varieties.
So, we left the shop and headed around the square, past all the cute little shops. We stopped to peek into the windows of the Lincoln Museum and a jewelry store with beautiful pieces on display.
My niece with her ice cream (she took a bit longer to finish than the others), in front of the Jewelry store.
Next we came to the creek and stopped on the bridge to look at the water. The kids were very interested in discussing the water level and the vegetation and the difference between the area in spring and summer. The were very happy to spot a school of slim, silvery fish. I was interested in standing still long enough to not feel my heart beat in my ear lobes.
View from the bridge and the best I could do with the cell phone camera.
We continued up town and stopped at the Dollar General store where my youngest spent some of her allowance on some Littlest Pet Shop toys for her and my niece and I bought everyone some Gatorade and chips.
They sat at a picnic table outside the IGA grocery store while I ran inside to pick up something for dinner and then we headed home. It was much hotter on our return trip, but we managed (barely).
Now, everyone's belly is full and I am going to go read something entertaining and somewhat educational to them. Then, I am going to collapse on the couch to drool.