Friday, October 09, 2009

Modelling beeswax


A mama in our homeschooling group organized a co-op order of Waldorf modelling beeswax off Etsy recently, and of course I had to order some. We received it on Monday, but we were so busy this week I forgot about it until one of the boys found the box in my knitting bag late last night.

I woke up this morning to Eldest saying, "NOW can we get out the beeswax?!"

The colors are so lovely and inviting, we all wanted to dive right in. But one of the qualities of the wax is that it requires patience.


First, you cut the round into small quarter circles. Then you let them sit in a bowl of hot water for 10-15 minutes. (The instructions said 5-10, but that was definitely not enough.) The more patient you are, the easier it will be to work the wax.

It was helpful to keep a bowl of hot water and a towel on the table, so the wax would stay warm in between handlings. I needed to get the wax started before it was soft enough for their small hands to work with.

We spent over an hour exploring this new medium, so very different from my homemade playdough. The beeswax was not what the boys were expecting at first, but they slowly developed a fondness for creating with it.

Of course, I had visions of tiny woodland creatures dancing in my head -- and they had cacti and tombstones and bullets and anacondas in theirs.


But together we made a cute little mushroom (and cacti with a hat) forest, where Mr. and Mrs. Beeswax lived with their pet anaconda.


Tuesday, October 06, 2009

What our homeschooling has looked like lately...

Completely absorbed in dissecting owl pellets...


Discovering the joy of independent reading...


A creative solution for my dysgraphic math lover...

Learning alongside friends...


Lots of experimenting!

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Apples on a fall day


What a beautiful day we had today! After one last week of 100-degree weather, fall blew in last night with a lot of dust and noise -- but he's finally here!

Nevermind that we're sniffling and coughing from our first fall cold, I don't even mind. (I'm clearly feeling better than yesterday...) The boys don't seem to care either -- they were just excited to put on pants this morning and then go out to rake the leaves that blew down yesterday.


Middlest declared it a First Day of Fall holiday -- which meant we needed to bake something! Fortunately we just went apple-picking on Monday! Friends invited us up to Tehachapi, and after a fun, full day of playing and baking, we came home with four big bags of apples to munch and bake up at home.


Yum! I suppose apple pie isn't exactly what the doctor ordered, but it's pretty close. ;)



And in honor of all those farmers who care for the orchards that allow us to eat apple pie...

After Apple-Picking by Robert Frost

My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.
Magnified apples appear and disappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
And every fleck of russet showing clear.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.
And I keep hearing from the cellar bin
The rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have had too much
Of apple-picking: I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired.
There were thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.
For all
That struck the earth,
No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,
Went surely to the cider-apple heap
As of no worth.
One can see what will trouble
This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.
Were he not gone,
The woodchuck could say whether it's like his
Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,
Or just some human sleep.

Monday, September 21, 2009

One Big Family Reunion

My paternal grandmother turned 80 years old yesterday, and we had one serious party to celebrate! It had been six years since the last big gathering, and I hadn't seen one of my cousins in 20 years. Plus there were a few new additions to meet!

This was the weekend by the numbers. It all began with one gorgeous matriarch...

And one handsome patriarch...


Gramma and Grandpa had 4 sons and one daughter.
I'm one of 15 grandchildren.
Add 9 spouses, and that adds up to one big family...

Including 10 great-grandkids (including a newborn in Ohio)...

Five sweet boys...

Two toddlers in pink...

...and brown...
One cute baby to pass around...


Four terrific teens...

To get them all together, it took...

11 plane tickets
4 domestic flights
1 international flight
6 long distance car rides
4 hotel rooms
9 overnight guests
-- and added up to one very full house!

We gave Gramma one amazing scrapbook...

And together consumed...

7 consecutive meals
5 coolers of beer and soda
5 gallons of lemonade
10 gallons of iced tea
10 pizzas
4 big salads
42 pieces chicken breasts
3 dozen shrimp skewers
4 dozen fruit skewers


60 meatballs
4 trays of appetizers
4 dozen free-range eggs
3 packages of bacon
2 dozen waffles
3 batches of pancake batter...

Which kept us energized for lots and lots of silliness...


Plus 2 games of Scrabble...

3 games of Battleship...


3 movies
One guitar lesson with Auntie Brookie...

2 sessions in the pool...


Assisted by...
6 glow-in-the-dark wands
1 weekend-long backyard spy game
and hundreds of bubbles...

The party included one furry doggie...


And was recorded by numerous photo shoots...


...using 10 cameras
6 laptops
and producing
1165 pictures!



And it all ended all too quickly with too many tearful goodbyes.
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