Friday, November 9, 2007

The Bitter Homeschooler's Wish List

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The Bitter Homeschooler's Wish List

From Secular Homeschooling Magazine, Issue #1

1 Please stop asking us if it's legal. If it is — and it is — it's insulting to imply that we're criminals. And if we were criminals, would we admit it?

2 Learn what the words "socialize" and "socialization" mean, and use the one you really mean instead of mixing them up the way you do now. Socializing means hanging out with other people for fun. Socialization means having acquired the skills necessary to do so successfully and pleasantly. If you're talking to me and my kids, that means that we do in fact go outside now and then to visit the other human beings on the planet, and you can safely assume that we've got a decent grasp of both concepts.

3 Quit interrupting my kid at her dance lesson, scout meeting, choir practice, baseball game, art class, field trip, park day, music class, 4H club, or soccer lesson to ask her if as a homeschooler she ever gets to socialize.

4 Don't assume that every homeschooler you meet is homeschooling for the same reasons and in the same way as that one homeschooler you know.

5 If that homeschooler you know is actually someone you saw on TV, either on the news or on a "reality" show, the above goes double.

6 Please stop telling us horror stories about the homeschoolers you know, know of, or think you might know who ruined their lives by homeschooling. You're probably the same little bluebird of happiness whose hobby is running up to pregnant women and inducing premature labor by telling them every ghastly birth story you've ever heard. We all hate you, so please go away.

7 We don't look horrified and start quizzing your kids when we hear they're in public school. Please stop drilling our children like potential oil fields to see if we're doing what you consider an adequate job of homeschooling.

8 Stop assuming all homeschoolers are religious.

9 Stop assuming that if we're religious, we must be homeschooling for religious reasons.

10 We didn't go through all the reading, learning, thinking, weighing of options, experimenting, and worrying that goes into homeschooling just to annoy you. Really. This was a deeply personal decision, tailored to the specifics of our family. Stop taking the bare fact of our being homeschoolers as either an affront or a judgment about your own educational decisions.

11 Please stop questioning my competency and demanding to see my credentials. I didn't have to complete a course in catering to successfully cook dinner for my family; I don't need a degree in teaching to educate my children. If spending at least twelve years in the kind of chew-it-up-and-spit-it-out educational facility we call public school left me with so little information in my memory banks that I can't teach the basics of an elementary education to my nearest and dearest, maybe there's a reason I'm so reluctant to send my child to school.

12 If my kid's only six and you ask me with a straight face how I can possibly teach him what he'd learn in school, please understand that you're calling me an idiot. Don't act shocked if I decide to respond in kind.

13 Stop assuming that because the word "home" is right there in "homeschool," we never leave the house. We're the ones who go to the amusement parks, museums, and zoos in the middle of the week and in the off-season and laugh at you because you have to go on weekends and holidays when it's crowded and icky.

14 Stop assuming that because the word "school" is right there in homeschool, we must sit around at a desk for six or eight hours every day, just like your kid does. Even if we're into the "school" side of education — and many of us prefer a more organic approach — we can burn through a lot of material a lot more efficiently, because we don't have to gear our lessons to the lowest common denominator.

15 Stop asking, "But what about the Prom?" Even if the idea that my kid might not be able to indulge in a night of over-hyped, over-priced revelry was enough to break my heart, plenty of kids who do go to school don't get to go to the Prom. For all you know, I'm one of them. I might still be bitter about it. So go be shallow somewhere else.

16 Don't ask my kid if she wouldn't rather go to school unless you don't mind if I ask your kid if he wouldn't rather stay home and get some sleep now and then.

17 Stop saying, "Oh, I could never homeschool!" Even if you think it's some kind of compliment, it sounds more like you're horrified. One of these days, I won't bother disagreeing with you any more.

18 If you can remember anything from chemistry or calculus class, you're allowed to ask how we'll teach these subjects to our kids. If you can't, thank you for the reassurance that we couldn't possibly do a worse job than your teachers did, and might even do a better one.

19 Stop asking about how hard it must be to be my child's teacher as well as her parent. I don't see much difference between bossing my kid around academically and bossing him around the way I do about everything else.

20 Stop saying that my kid is shy, outgoing, aggressive, anxious, quiet, boisterous, argumentative, pouty, fidgety, chatty, whiny, or loud because he's homeschooled. It's not fair that all the kids who go to school can be as annoying as they want to without being branded as representative of anything but childhood.

21 Quit assuming that my kid must be some kind of prodigy because she's homeschooled.

22 Quit assuming that I must be some kind of prodigy because I homeschool my kids.

23 Quit assuming that I must be some kind of saint because I homeschool my kids.

24 Stop talking about all the great childhood memories my kids won't get because they don't go to school, unless you want me to start asking about all the not-so-great childhood memories you have because you went to school.

25 Here's a thought: If you can't say something nice about homeschooling, shut up!

Saturday, November 3, 2007

The Great Sippy Cup Mystery

Where are all the bleepin' sippy cups? We buy them and then they go and disappear on us. Those darn things need a lo-jack or chip implantation.

All the scary leeching plastic stories has left me seriously considering buying Kleen Kanteen. But almost $20 a bottle? And our cups go AWOL all the time? I'm not sure we are ready for KK responsibility.

fae's last nurse

This evening.

"What is it Pennette? You want Sister to nurse? Okay!"

"Wait, huh, who is nursing? Penelope?"

"No, me. You said."

"When did I say that?"

"You said I could nurse whenever I wanted to. This one last nurse."

"Alright, but you have to unlatch when Isaac is done with is song."

Isaac plays Guitar Hero, Tallulah nurses, Mom keeps Penelope away from Tallulah, Penelope tries to wrangle close to Tallou to pull her hair.

blah blah blah

I went to an oil blending class this afternoon and it was really fun. I got a lot of good and new to me information. We made 2 personal blends - a 'rescue remedy' (lavender and geranium) and a thyroid/adrenal blend (cedar wood & geranium).

I should have made a 'get off your arse' and 'anti-bitch' blend.

Tallulah is such a lively person. She is absolutely loving, caring, sweet, tenacious, giggly. LOUDand forgiving. And she frustrates the heck out of me. She is always on and that really tires me out. I'm a much more quieter person. Unless I am angry and then I am not quiet.

Tallulah told me this past week- "Mommy, when you get angry and yell like a monster and it makes us so very sad, then my heart yells to you, too." "What does your heart yell at me?" "It yells, 'I still love you Mommy even though you are a mean monster.'"

And a few weeks ago - "Mommy, you know when you get angry at us and sometimes you yell? Well, that's not really the right thing to do, because we are just kids. And we don't know any better. We are just learning. You have green eyes; can I poke them?"

She just turned 4! How is it she is so much more emotionally mature than I am? She just gets interpersonal dynamics* intuitively. While I am still trudging away having 2 year old tantrums.

But that bit about them being kids, not knowing any better and learning? That was freaky. I got a massage in July and the massage guy was awesome. He knew things about me that no one knew and he knew it from just the massage. He said that the body never forgets and one just needs to know how to speak the language.

Anyway, he said the same exact thing that Tallulah did. Exactly. Well, not the part about the eyes. Total de ja vu I got when Tallou said that to me.

Isaac walked in, "Mom, I just did the funniest thing in the world. I farted in Dad's face."

*not really the word I want but it'll have to do.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Busted

The mister, kidlets, mother-in-law and I went to the Renaissance Festival this past Tuesday. On the way up there, my mother-in-law was telling Tallulah about the night Tallulah was born.

mother-in-law = mil
father-in-law = fil

mil: We (mil & fil) were eating at Red Lobster and we got a call from your Daddy saying that the baby was on almost here. And on our way home we saw a lady pushing your brother in the stroller and Isaac was asleep.
me: (confused) what lady was pushing Isaac?
mil: Pat was.
me: (still confused) oh, but when did Jeff call? and when did you see Isaac and Pat?
mil: He called while we were at the restaurant and when we drove home we saw Pat and Isaac.
me: (still confused because Jeff did not call his mom and when Pat & Isaac were walking it was after 11 PM at night). But Jeff didn't call because you called our house and heard me in labor. And it was late when Pat got to our home.
mil: (she said something)
me: so you were stalking again?
mil: no, no, a prayer drive-by.
me: ok, so stalking?
I got this look from Jeff - he was amused but asked me to drop it.

In December of last year she was doing another 'prayer drive-by' and was pulled over for speeding. No ticket though.

Fae grows up

Tallulah has officially weaned - I think. She hasn't asked to nurse in a week and when I asked her if she wanted to nurse I would get the 'in a minute' answer. But the minute never came.

I asked her today if she wanted to nurse and she said, "I don't need to nurse anymore Momma. Penelope can have all my nurses."

I remember holding her in my arms right after she was born and I told our midwife that I don't remember how to nurse a baby. Our midwife said it would come back. Ah, but no need because Tallulah latched on by herself and stayed latched on for over four years.

I nursed a human for four years! Who would have thought that? I was the person that thought breastfeeding was absolutely disgusting and only poor people breastfed. It wasn't until I was halfway through our first pregnancy that I thought maybe I might be wrong. I did some reading, attended LLL meetings and decided to give breastfeeding a try.

My sweet Tallou.

Saturday, October 27, 2007

6

boychik is 6 today. My sweet little bubs is growing up.

We have a busy day ahead of us with boychik at the helm.

Did you know Isaac totally rocks at Guitar Hero (II?). He unlocked a new level this morning. A concert arena outside.

Will be back later with pictures. famous last words