Monday, 7 November 2011

A Week in the Life of SirBiggs's Bed

After tearing my hair out for a long period at the state of confusion in which I found SirBiggs's bed on a daily basis (despite his insistence that he had made it) I was pulled aside by LadyLol for an explanation. It turns out that SirBiggs makes his bed every day according to a "theme". If only I'd known!
To celebrate my new-found knowledge I determine to keep a photographic record of just one week in the life of his bed. Here are the results:
Day 1: 29 October 2011
Theme: The Band
Gorilla (vocals), Lion (drums), Ted (guitar) and Rabbit (guitar) are the members of the band

The Audience are arranged on MrTepps's bed

The big picture
Day 2: 30 October 2011
Theme: Dog-piling Big-Big. Explanation: Big-Big is the large Panda; Dog-piling is when everyone dives onto some poor victim and lies on them.
Big-Big at the bottom of the pile
Day 3: 31 October 2011
Theme: The (orange) Black-hole
The photo does not show clearly how Blue-Teddy had already had his head sucked into the evil vortex. The rest spiral round as the gravity begins to take effect.

Day 4: 1 November 2011
Theme: The Big Fight
Everyone is fighting someone else

Day 5: 2 November 2011
Theme: Big-Big attempts to be Invisible
No-one is taking the slightest bit of notice of Big-Big. Is it because they can't see him or because they just don't care?

Big-Big's invisibility cloak slips
 
Day 6: 3 November 2011
Theme: The Diamond Hunt
Everyone fights over the diamond that Ted has (unbeknownst to them) already walked away with

Day 7: 4 November 2011
Theme: The Big Wave
The wave retreats leaving destruction in its wake

Seal lies recovering on the beach. Fortunately all survived.
















Monday, 24 October 2011

Unofficial Sabbaths



A while back in our family's developmental history we went through a period where we were pretty religious about "Sabbathing" on Sundays. Not that we performed all the traditional Sabbath rituals, but we set the day aside for rest, family-only time, space for reflection and enjoyment. The kids were still at school and so we were not getting much quality time with them in the week, and ZooDaddy and I were feeling pretty burnt out. Those Sundays were literally life-saving.
As the family has evolved, though, the focus has shifted. The kids have grown up and their social needs are increasing. Most Sundays they go off with friends after church, or we gain extra kids. ZooDaddy and I have become less strict about catching up on work on Sundays because we're learning to live restfully during the week, and so feel less burnt out.
This Sunday, however, for some reason none of the kids visited or invited friends. ZooDaddy and I were feeling lazy, and no deadlines were looming, and so, spontaneously, this Sunday turned into one of those traditional Sabbath-Sundays. We cooked and ate together. We played in the pool together. ZooDaddy got a bit silly (which is unusual and VERY loved by the kids). It was a perfect day.

It's not something I feel we need to impose religiously again, but it was a reminder of how much fun we can still have when it's just us. LadyLol declared it to be her "The Best Sunday Ever". I'm sure there's a degree of hyperbole there, but it's good to know that as she and the others grow and explore their own separateness from the family, that they still appreciate the moments when we're "just us".  

Wednesday, 19 October 2011

School Hours

If there's one thing that I am learning , the more we travel down this educational path we are on, it is that learning can, and does happen at any time. As the chief educational facilitator in this family, I am learning that I need to be on call, and be prepared to be of assistance, at any time (as a rule, ironically, not  during usual school hours). A few examples follow to illustrate my point:

On Friday, 20:30, LadyLolo finds a Braille note from a friend in my room and decided that this is the moment at which she wishes to learn Braille. (I have some lovely twitter-pals, two of whom sent me packages that arrived from the US on the same day, full of treats. This however was about 3 weeks ago!)
All my goodies: Braille T-shirt and twitter-bird charm, Braille Starbucks gift-card, Coffe-beans, American coins for the kids to look at, and the note
She heads off to the bookshelf and pulls out "The Story of Inventions" because she has remembered that it had a section on Louis Braille and the Braille alphabet.
LadyLolo discovers her own resources.
I am called in to assist, because there are some characters in the note that don't appear in her book. I give LadyLolo a quick overview of important Braille punctuation, as well as an explanation of Grade 2 Braille. (At the same time, I myself get a bit of a refresher course!)

Saturday afternoon, around 16:40, SirBiggs is sitting playing a farming game (from Y8) on the laptop  at the kitchen counter. I am pottering about in the kitchen, tidying up, when he asks: "Mom, what do you add to 3830 to get 4150? And so an impromptu maths lesson follows, in which (in the space of 20 minutes) SirBiggs learns about using simple numbers in order to work out the type of operation needed, and how to do "long subtraction" with "borrowing". Incidentally, while we were still schedule- and curriculum-bound, the same concept took LadyLolo and I three weeks of torment (for me) and tears (for her) until it was properly grasped. This, I think illustrates the power of motivation in learning. When I asked SirBiggs what had prompted the question he explained that he had added a plant to his farm and his profit had gone from 3830 to 4150, and so he wanted to figure out how much value a plant adds in that game. The learning is easy because it's relevant, sensible and necessary in the context. Schools attempt to mimic this kind of "real life" scenario by using word problems, which leads me to share a tweet that appeared in my timeline earlier today courtesy of @kamz26. She writes: "Mathematics is the only place where someone could buy 60 watermelons and no one wonders why...". I HAD to smile!

Yesterday evening MissyGeorge and MrTepps were running around like this:
Who says socks, underpants and pyjama shorts can only be worn one way?
I am reminded again of the incredible creativity of thought that comes so easily to children, that adults appear to struggle to regain, and that is becoming ever-more crucial in our rapidly-changing world. I hope our children manage to hang on to their ingenuity and originality.