Looking a bit like Mr. Bill
Just when you thought that spring was here with all its sense of renewal, light and warmth, the reminder of the winter past remains with lingering running noses, fever and barfing. We had a couple of boys home this week with one or some of the above symptoms. Theo is a great sick kid. He stays in bed and sleeps, drinks plenty of liquids and throws up where he is supposed to throw up.
casting on
Sometimes you learn a lot when you’re at home, especially when most of your brothers are at school. Sometimes you learn a lot when you are at home, especially when some of your kids are home sick. Debbie and Theo knitted quietly on the couch. Theo started his at home gnome and Debbie is probably making “fancy pants” for Simon as he likes to call his hand knitted trousers.
Just Right
In between knitting, Debbie and Simon baked cookies for the firemen that Theo’s class visited for a field trip last week. It’s funny that usually there’s a shortage of parent drivers for field trips and on this one to the fire station mom’s were fighting to drive.
No he doesn't read but can operate power tools
I can go on and on on about how much you can learn at home or how much we all are forgetting about the home when we go out in the world, but I won’t. Well, maybe just a little… Is it really “such a small world after all” when we forget about where we come from or better yet where we are right now, on a couch knitting with your mom.
Learning The Ropes
Sometimes, we forget who are our teachers, who are our students. Our home is a school that really never ends. Yesterday, I left early for work and the kids were still asleep. It was dark outside because of the spring time change. The kids had a hard time getting out of bed. When I checked in with Debbie she said she was not going to worry. The kids would just be late for school. That made me happy. So, here’s my point. Is it irresponsible for us as parents to feel it’s alright for our kids to be late for school? Or is it responsible not to yell and rush our kids out of the house in the morning so they are on time but feel bad because they’ve been yelled at and rushed along.
Looking at the little picture
I don’t know what’s right. What’s right is probably somewhere right in between. Well, all the kids are home and it’s too quiet…
