So the UPS man arrived with my box from Rainbow Resource last night. I love the UPS man and I love Rainbow Resource, so it's too bad I was stressed out over Clair de lune, and I'll just say right now that I don't care if I never hear Clair de lune again in my life. But as I was saying, new homeschool books! Fresh, shiny books that beg to be filled with scholarly observations, expanded vocabulary and pristine handwriting. Ha. Anyway, my Rainbow box also included a new Student Assignment Notebook.
Child #4, Benjamin, came up to me a couple of months ago and explained, "Mom, I need a book to write my homework in so I can see what I have to do each day." My first thought was, "Whose child are you, anyway?" This is the child who is diligent about his school work, who does his math every day without being told, and who sheds tears over the (rare) forgotten assignment. John and I contemplated this phenomenon one night, and we wondered if perhaps he was switched at birth and we just never caught on. Perhaps there is some quiet, studious family out there who spends their evenings reading The Great Books and whose dinner time conversation involves thoughtful debate over something other than who can burp the loudest. Maybe this family is wondering where they got this one rogue child who bowls over laughing every time he hears the word "Uranus." Anyway, I am thankful for sweet, studious Ben who wants to write out all his assignments at the beginning of the week. It was such a good idea that now I make the other brothers do the same thing, but they are not at all pleased about this innovation.
And speaking of homeschool curriculum, our co-op moms had a very fun excursion to Nashville to the curriculum fair last weekend. The fair wasn't as big as previous years, so next year we might investigate some other cities. We stayed at the Residence Inn, ate yummy food at the Macaroni Grill, talked late into the night on Friday night, slept late on Saturday morning (!), and then headed off to Opry Mills. We came dragging home again Saturday evening, and I had the whole, entire house to myself for twelve whole hours because John had taken the boys camping for the weekend and Becca was with my mom. The silence, it was golden.
Today, the guys are taking Daddy D's boat out to the slip, so hopefully some barbequing, boating, fishing and a good book or two are in store for the long holiday weekend. Life is good.