oh, goodness-- where to start?
Well, today was "children's museum" day.
Aunt Robyn was coming into town with The Cousins to go to the museum before their membership expires (and ours, too), so of course we were gettin' in on that action.
To the museum!
After a (reasonably long) while, Megan and Trev were looking a little bored - this fabuloso place is pretty much geared toward those 0-8, I'd say.
Oof. Praying for a Science Museum!!!
"You guys gettin' bored?" asked Aunt Stephanie.
"Mmm, yeah - a bit."
"Wanna go over to the Planetarium for a change of scenery for a little while?" It's super close. We can walk.
"Kay - go ask Aunt Robyn if you can go over there for a few minutes with me."
Trev and Megan ran off - turns out, the whole crowd was up for the trip.
So off we were!
Museum shop tours and ogling.
Spending energy to turn lightbulbs on - experiencing firsthand wattage and what-age.
Walkin' on the moon.
"Where are the footprints on Mars like the Moon?" asks Madd.
"No one has walked on Mars, yet," informs Natalee.
Note that, thinks Mama.
Weight comparisons on other planets in our solar system. Group and individual weights were checked.
After checking out our upside-down continents and the current surface temperatures (in celsius) of the world's oceans,
and a slushee
and a pretzel
we head back over to Discovery Gateway for a few more minutes. That's our other museum.
How to build a three-story tower of light-weight blocks?
So gonna try this at home. Just gotta figure out where. Genius!
"We've started School," says Aunt Robyn. My sister. Both my sisters are homeschoolers, if you can cotton that. "Things are sooooo much nicer." Smooth, is what she's trying to say. Quiet. Organized, I suspect. Reverent. Well behaved.
"I get up at six," says Megan. She doesn't care for that part. Well, I don't much like that part, either. If anyone gets up at six, it's me -and only me!- so that I can have some Mama Quiet Time. (I prefer mine in the a.m.)
They (Cousins) do school 'til one or so.
I'm pretty sure I looked at my sister cross-ways over that one. Even the official (as opposed to me and mine) homeschoolers I know call it good after three hours or so. I mean-- come on. Personal, one-on-one, quality edjy-kashun in an actual schoolhouse will only really get you an hour or so a day at best, right? Could be there are breaks, regular reading, and home ec things in there.
"Well," says I. The big sister. "I wouldn't know anything about any of that."
"It's nice." Says the baby of the family.
Of course she took off with her brood directly after this short conversation... and I was left to go hunt mine down.
Found one, then lost the other in the interim.
Back and forth that went, for a while.
' Course, me being Me, my head started Supposing 'bout all this stuff.
Not in an "I suck" way, you understand... too wise and rebellious and confident for that nonsense ; ).... more like a ...... Hmmmm.
It's the Hmmmm's of Life Everyday (or maybe not quite every day) that keep us on our toes, to my thinking.
Willing seven days a week, 24 (or, let's be honest, I'm not very willing 24, so let's say 16) hours a day... every minute, any topic, let's do it!..??
Can we call that "Good"?
I mean - I don't make A Lesson out of cutting every pizza pie.
My voice doesn't take on an authoritative, We Must Be Accurate tone when we're baking.
I don't walk or type or speak or dictate or do anything with precision, regularly, in a "Pay Attention, Hombres!!" sort of way.
Sheesh. Am I fooling myself?
Am I the worst Unschooler ever?
To home we go, then.
Trev starts asking questions about Spain while making the short trip home.
Five minutes after we get home we are scheduled to pick up a couple of Little Friends for a sleep-over.
To that, then.
Babes and chaos and play.
Wait. Maddie was asking about spiders. (She's making friends with them.)
We have a book on that.
Oooh - Yeah. Yesterday - Garbage Truck Day - Madd was asking questions. Where's that book?
And while I'm getting those out, as per "walking on Mars" today, Mars... Mars... Hey! - Mission To Mars - we have that book! Fetch that one, too.
The babes were asking about the Apollo space mission suit in the planetarium...... Yes.
Netflix. Time again for Fly Me To The Moon. Netflix has it in the instant queue.
When we (friends included) were reading "Where Does The Garbage Go?" tonight, accordingly, every couple of sentences were interrupted by inquiries. And gasps of disbelief.
And interjections of Recycle!.
And shouts from mine of "Compost!!"
Soon enough we came across paper matters,
and of course I remembered that "making paper" has been on my "medium" list - if not quite yet on the short list. (It's been moved, now.)
Dragon Pep-Talks/Training for little grasshoppers,
reading stories to friends,
getting tucked in with Fly Me To The Moon.
I don't share these happenings in the name of "extraordinary".
In fact, it's pretty much the way things go around here every day.
But once in a while one (a Mama, for instance) gets to think and suppose, instead of just Do. That's what all that hmmming does for us, I guess.
Tomorrow I think Spain.
And Mission To Mars.
And quite possibly paper making.
Somehow, I think we'll be alright.
I mean... Yeah.