in pursuit of wild things

This week was rough. I have an awful chest cold. I felt it coming on last week but hoped I’d be able to shake it off. No luck. For a couple of days I ran a high fever. There were days this week my voice sounded deeper than any may you know! Other days my breathing sounded akin to a growling dog. The violently colorful stage of phlegmatic coughing is now past and I have arrived at the dry unrelenting cough.

I only called off school during the feverish days. One of those days fell on Tuesday which is our poetry tea breakfast day. Oldest decided to make a nice breakfast and set the table. Sparkles and Middle Boy browsed the bookshelves for poetry books and helped Oldest with getting the table ready. They held their own poetry tea and breakfast without me. That was an awesome moment for this homeschool mom!!! Oldest made sausage hash brown casserole and I taught him how to make the warm maple milk from the couch. Later in the week I taught Oldest how to make pancakes. After chatting with my crew we all decided that they would join me in the kitchen on Tuesday mornings to learn to make breakfast recipes. It will take longer but I think it will make for fun mornings with good memories for them to look back on someday. If everyone is well enough we’ll make biscuits and gravy this week.

If everyone is well. Sparkles and Middle Boy both went to bed with fevers tonight. Thanksgiving is this week. Our plans are suddenly in flux. Who knows?

We put up our Christmas tree this weekend. I enjoy remembering the children I used to teach through the ornaments they gave to me. Ornaments our children made and others we chose together as a family. I think our tree turned out lovely. So naturally, someone had to get offended and shame me on my Facebook page because our tree is up before Thanksgiving. Nice!

My husband spent time helping the kids with their piano lessons this week. They are at the point where they need to use a metronome. I am completely useless at keeping a beat. I tried to pay attention to their playing and timing but just could not…I’m not sure how to explain. When I hear the metronome the sound is on one side of my head and the song on the piano is on the other side of my head. The two sounds remain separate from one another and no matter how hard I concentrate I cannot bring the them together. The wiring in

my head is a little messed up. Littlest likes to listen to his siblings practice with the metronome. He can keep time by nodding his head or shuffling from foot to foot while humming the tune being practiced. I’m glad to see he does not suffer my handicap.

My personal news this week is that I got accepted to the Schoolhouse Review Crew. I’m excited about this opportunity. I’m very glad to be on a team again and looking forward to all the fun that will bring. It is a nice feeling to be on a team and work with a group of people with a similar goal.

Linking up with: Weird Unsocialized Homeschoolers and Parent Teacher Meet-up