Today, Crawdad joined us in our school day, officially commencing our new year. :)

The whole crew working.

Taz drew the days of creation. My personal favorite is the flamingo on day 5. :)

 Right, Crawdad (and Lightning :P) do some poetry copywork. Below, Cub reads more in The Story of Christianity. He finished Til We Have Faces by CS Lewis today, and it cracked me up that while he had loathed the book the entire time, and didn't like the main character even a little bit, he was still annoyed that at the end, it wasn't clear whether or not she won.

We reminded ourselves what the Rules of This House are.

 

Crawdad and math

Left, Taz reads from her word cards. Below, she feeds her puppy letter sounds while Cub renews his animosity for diagramming sentences. :P

Crawdad and I read history. :)

When our curriculum guide assigned recitation, I'm fairly certain this wasn't the posture they had in mind for its accomplishment. Oh well...works for me. :P

 Above, to the right, and below, the boys are working on science. We chose this year to do Exploring Education's Physical Science together. Cub is doing the advanced version, while Crawdad works at the intermediate level. They do the basic lesson together on the laptop, each have their own workbook, and then they perform experiments together. Cub has 2 extra lessons each week. The first lesson was on the scientific method, and the first project is to make a racer, which means I need to figure out where our glue gun is. I'm almost certain we have one....somewhere.

Crawdad and Taz wrapped up the school day with a little scented play dough. :)

A few pics from the weekend:

It was so hot this past weekend that at one point Taz just flattened herself on the tile because "it's cold down here." :P

We read about trees last week, so on Saturday, I suggested to Taz that she paint one.

She made me a forest. Giggle. We had 12 tree pictures and two paintings of Peter Rabbit by the time she was done. :)

I asked him to help his sister clean up her dress-up clothes. I'm not sure this qualifies as "cleaning" up. His logic: well, it isn't in the floor anymore. Goofy kid. :)

And this is how he returned to me on the last day of Karate camp. Apparently, this is what happens when you leave two 10 year old boys unsupervised with a blue marker. Hey, at least it wasn't a Sharpie. :)