Doing a game from Nigel’s science book. Seeing how an area of land can only support so many deer and so many cougars.
Doesn’t homeschool look like FUN. We have FUN all day and all night around here. Heh. Um. Well. We have a lot of fun. I’ll post about our LONG days, soon.
For the last few years we’ve been doing Daddy-led Sunday school at home. Why? Enh – a bunch of reasons. But it works for the most part. We decided to do some fun-geared review. Two teams. Two dry erase boards. A few questions.
Stewart and Tabitha won the first round naming the 12 disciples the most quickly. Both teams got stuck on one each. We let them use a LIFELINE.
They then won the second round naming the 12 sons of Jacob.
Marie and Nigel won the third round naming the judges from judges. They should have gotten extra points for naming them in order, but I didn’t think about that at the time.
Then all points were forgotten and laughter ensued as we played Bible story charades. Marie and Nigel acted out Abraham offering Isaac as a sacrifice. Stewart and Tabitha acted out Daniel being found praying and then being thrown into the lion’s den. They decided they’d like to work together to make one up for Mom to guess. That became two. First one was hysterical as Tabitha ran into a “tower” and threw down a pillow on Nigel. He pantomimed something to Stewart and Stewart slew him. (I couldn’t even catch my breath from laughter to answer before Tab yelled out, “I threw a millstone!!”) Judges 9:53 – Abimelek is hit by a millstone but demands that his armor-bearer kills him so he doesn’t die at the hand of a woman.
Next Nigel baptized Tabitha and then Marie and Stewart came and grabbed him. Stewart then cut off his head.
Question: How does a polar bear’s black skin help to keep it warm?
Hypothesis: “It soaks up the hotness from the sun.”
Ice in plastic bag inside socks – one white, one black.
On cookie sheet in the sun.
Young scientist predicts the ice in the black sock will melt quicker.
Yeah… just barely.
😉 But we got a lab report out of it.
Once upon a time I considered myself a boy-mom. These days my fellas are quite outnumbered. They are still my princes.
With summer birthdays a few weeks apart they had a small campout in the yard this weekend. Swimming, movie, obstacle course, and Narnian/Middle Earth/lightsaber battle.
Or something like that.
Isaiah 49:1-3 The Servant of the Lord
Listen to me, O coastlands, and give attention, you peoples from afar. The Lord called me from the womb, from the body of my mother He named my name. He made my mouth like a sharp sword; in the shadow of his hand He hid me; He made me a polished arrow; in his quiver He hid me away. And He said to me, “You are my servant, Israel, in whom I will be glorified.”
Wow – oh wow!! Nigel is ELEVEN!
I enjoy all of my children’s birthdays. I just do. His always seems to sneak up on me, however.
I have oodles of memories from each of their arrivals. But his birth-DAY is keenly ingrained in my mind. The details are distinct. His first days and weeks are not really a blur the way you think of new baby days as a blur. They are specific in a way I don’t wish on people. And all these years later I love to still bask in the mercy we saw that day.
We had cinnamon rolls and yogurt for breakfast.
We decided that even though the weather called for overcast skies and scattered showers (rain? here? this summer? whoda thunk?) that we would pack a lunch and head to Seabreeze just the same. I am SO glad we did. We had the place just about to ourselves. We steered clear of the water attractions and they got to ride the dry rides over and over and over. What’s more is that Johanna just scraped by as a 38”-er, and she was able to try a few of the bigger rides.
Johanna did NOT like the Bobsleds. She didn’t like going, “Up.”
I took my zoomier lens and got some great shots.
Hanny went on the “apple ride.” She begged to go on again. And again. She was cut off after the third ride.
Does she LOOK like she was enjoying it?
Home for angel hair pasta and Alfredo sauce with shrimp. These kids have GREAT taste!
A smattering of gifts.
Jammies from Nan. A movie from Nene.
A “Hungry Alligator” from Mom and Dad. There is a running joke in this house that Nigel is a hungry alligator. Or more exactly, that Nigel IS Hungry Alligator. It started when he hid under Johanna’s bed MONTHS ago and proclaimed he was a hungry alligator. She latched onto it big time and her room now has pictures of hungry alligators (drawn, printed out, etc.) and she actually calls Nigel, “Hungry Alligator,” instead of Nigel. She introduces him to people by that name. She told her speech evaluator her brothers’ names are, “Tew-art, and Hunny Ati-gader.”
Ahem – theme continues…
And he gave it two thumbs up on Wednesday.
Once again this year our church did a performance depicting Jesus’ life, death, and resurrection.
Last year the big four and I were in it.
http://www.dayspringdisciples.blogspot.com/2012/04/who-can-he-be.html
Because of my expecting and delivering Katriel, it was not possible for me to be part of the production this year. Instead, John donned costumes and hit the stage. He first played a townsfolk, then a Roman Solider.
My sister, Kelly, was also part of the production.
He was much more intimidating before he held the newborn. 😉
Or the smiley almost-3-year-old.
Johanna took to the stage, too. Albeit, before the production started. 😉
What can I say? It runs in the family?
She has a role picked out for the future…?
“This one is going to be MY Buddy.”
Hugs from Auntie Emily and meeting Anna. Katriel plans to catch up with her within the year. 😉
Some time with Nigel. He thinks I am pretty small. 
Dayspring Disciples 
