So, I’m still home. I’m facing the reality that life as I knew it might be a bygone thing, and I’m learning to find my peace with it. My therapist– and let’s face it, when you’re going through this sort of life upheaval, it’s really to your benefit to have a therapist– suggested, when I told her how much I miss writing and blogging that I channel that energy into writing about life with epilepsy instead. I thought about it, but then decided I really didn’t want to. I don’t like living with epilepsy and I certainly don’t want to write about it. Instead, I’ve decided to go back to blogging and writing about my passion– play-based early childhood education. At first, I wondered if I really could. I’m not homeschooling. I’m not teaching. I’ll have my children for the summer, but then they’re back to school. Can I really still blog about these things, or would I be a fraud?
We are a book-loving family. But even though we have books pretty much everywhere, I do like to fill a special box or basket with books that appropriate to whatever season, holiday, or prevailing theme is taking over our home. Here are some of our early September favorites.
First we have Evelyn M. Finnegan’s My Little Friend books. I bought these for Daniel as a birthday gift a couple years ago and he absolutely loves them. We even had our own “little friend” to go along with them. I hope the twins enjoy them just as much and I know Daniel will love hearing them again.
View of cascading water frozen on the mountains on some back roads of Pennsylvania
When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail; When blood is nipt and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl: Tu-who! Tu-whit! Tu-who! -- A merry note! While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw; When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl Then nightly sings the staring owl: Tu-who! Tu-whit! Tu-who! -- A merry note! While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. ~Shakespeare, Love's Labour Lost
Holy crow, there are a lot of great books out there!
One thing I am realizing– there is no possible way I can keep up with what my kids want to read, keep up with with all the books I want to share with my children, keep up with all the new books out there, follow my own reading interests once n a while, keep up with this project of reading all the Newbery winners and runner ups AND post about every one. So here’s a little recap.
Online, at least. In real life, things are hopping.
Sunday was the nicest Mother’s Day ever. It started on Saturday, with Katie Grace’s ballet recital. Usually I go to the rehearsal and take lots of pictures and videos. With the twins, I wasn’t able to. She did such a beautiful job and smiled her lovely smile the entire time. All of the dances were just beautiful and I was once again so grateful for St. John School of the Arts and Ms. Teresa’s efforts to protect her little ballerinas’ childhood innocence.
They chose THAT to win the Newbery?!?!
I have a feeling this is something I am going to be saying A LOT during this whole experiment in reading all the Newbery winners.
Sooo… A Visit to William Blake’s Inn: Poems for Innocent and Experienced Travelers by Nancy Wilard just left me feeling kind of meh. The biggest passion I could work up for this book was to be bewildered that it won the Newbery. I could kind of maybe see the Caldecott, which it also won, but the Newbery? I need to look up some of the also-rans, because I don’t get it. Even looking up the reviews, I’m not seeing where anyone was gung-ho over this book.