Homeschool Update, Daddy’s Turkey
You’d think that I would have posted at least half a dozen times since getting our new iBook laptops. But no. I’ve been looking up new crafts and ideas for our homeschool. I finished a basket that I made out of Virginia Creeper. Ty ate a pound of strawberries out of the basket, lined with a paisley-print cloth napkin. Very 19th-century Scotland. And we have been spelling (typing) and reading words that we use everyday: red, dog, car, snow, rainbow, please, and thank you. Ty typed his whole name and the seven colors of the rainbow.
Kyle isn’t interested in homeschooling through the iBook and prefers to yell the colors and numbers that he knows. As we have been potty training him, he now knows to pull his pants down to pee, but it rarely happens in front of the toilet. He likes to pee in the back patio, in the bushes, in the tub, on the compost pile. Oh well, as long as he’s not going in his pants in the middle of the produce section, I’m pleased with his progress, And he’s been going on and on for a couple of weeks now about his birthday. “Today is my birthday.” No, Kyle, not yet.
Taylor climbed on top of the sink and opened the medicine cabinet, which has only toothbrushes in it because I know that kids will climb up and open the medicine cabinet, but I didn’t think that it would be Taylor. Let’s keep the bathroom door closed, okay? Thanks. She also dances. She spins around as she has seen me do many times, albeit she’s never seen me land on my butt. I bump into walls. And she stands, bounces, and sways when she hears music or anything that may sound like music.
On Friday, Dad had to take my car to work. He offered to let us drop him off so that we wouldn’t be car-less, but really, I had a long list of to-do’s and not having a car wasn’t going to affect my mopping and washing. Before he left, Dad expressed that he was going to be hungry when arriving home and that he would like to have the rest of the turkey slices to make a sandwich. No problem. Hey, kids, don’t eat Daddy’s turkey. An hour after he left, I got into sweeping and mopping, and the kids were really good, really quiet. Too quiet. And any parent knows that a quiet kid is either asleep or doing something wrong. I walk outside and see Kyle’s sharing the turkey slices as if it were his own. I screamed, I cried, “Don’t eat daddy’s food!” omg. What to do. What to do!
Okay, so I dressed them up and told them that they were going to be punished. We walked (Taylor rode in the stroller) a mile and a half to the grocery store to pick up turkey slices. For the first few blocks, we had a good pace, but by the time we got the point of no return, the boys were tired. Oh well, we were more than half-way to the store. We took a mild shortcut when we got to the plaza. I piled them all into a grocery cart that I found in the parking lot. Being the only one walking helps the pace. Ty is a pretty quick walker, good at keeping up, but he was tired. I gave them only that break, and as we left the store, they also got out of the cart. And we walked back home another mile and a half. By this time, Kyle was to the point of crying, knowing that we had food but couldn’t eat it. “That’s too bad. You shouldn’t have eaten Daddy’s food. Now we have to walk home.”
And we made it home, had some sandwiches and left a few slices for Daddy’s turkey.
