The Progeny
That Merry Ol' Time of Year
The Christmas letter is 97% finished, just simmering in the computer and waiting for the occasional edit or improvement.
The photocards have arrived and everything looks pretty good, the one exception being Ardith and Justin's. They appear slightly shadowed; still, pretty decent overall.
In other news, Derek and Melinda will be driving back to Iowa this Sunday, after Derek attends his roommate's graduation ceremony.
Then he'll party here for one whole day before going down to the U of I Hospitals for another change in medication. The last day of incarceration will culminate in another cardioversion; hope he stays out of a-fib this time.
Also hope that Loren feels better by then. After this moderate bug went through us around Thanksgiving, he never quite got back to snuff. Has been fluctuating between almost feeling better and not at all. So tomorrow he visits a local doctor to see if anything can be...seen.
I am spending lots of time each morning going over Nolan's math. Or have been. The last couple of days I've had him rework each wrong problem by himself, instead of going through it with him. With any luck, he can get 2/3 thirds of them right the second time around, cutting down substantially on my involvement.
Good for me, bad for him. His energy flags quite noticeably after spending an additional hour and a half struggling over the wrong problems. My hope is that he will tire of this and pay more attention the first time around.
Maybe.
I'm beginning to think, more and more, that homeschooling blurs an important distinction between being mother and teacher. In my opinion, assuming mothers can simply take on the task of teaching, in addition to being Mom, and not have any fallout, is shortsighted. The homey stories and "testimonies" of others are wearing quite thin, compared to my reality.
Ah well.
I must needs go to the treadmill, again. The call of carbs has been extremely strong these past weeks. The treadmill won't negate that, but I can't stop, can I?
Life goes on at themerry ol' Hoytstead.
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The photocards have arrived and everything looks pretty good, the one exception being Ardith and Justin's. They appear slightly shadowed; still, pretty decent overall.
In other news, Derek and Melinda will be driving back to Iowa this Sunday, after Derek attends his roommate's graduation ceremony.
Then he'll party here for one whole day before going down to the U of I Hospitals for another change in medication. The last day of incarceration will culminate in another cardioversion; hope he stays out of a-fib this time.
Also hope that Loren feels better by then. After this moderate bug went through us around Thanksgiving, he never quite got back to snuff. Has been fluctuating between almost feeling better and not at all. So tomorrow he visits a local doctor to see if anything can be...seen.
I am spending lots of time each morning going over Nolan's math. Or have been. The last couple of days I've had him rework each wrong problem by himself, instead of going through it with him. With any luck, he can get 2/3 thirds of them right the second time around, cutting down substantially on my involvement.
Good for me, bad for him. His energy flags quite noticeably after spending an additional hour and a half struggling over the wrong problems. My hope is that he will tire of this and pay more attention the first time around.
Maybe.
I'm beginning to think, more and more, that homeschooling blurs an important distinction between being mother and teacher. In my opinion, assuming mothers can simply take on the task of teaching, in addition to being Mom, and not have any fallout, is shortsighted. The homey stories and "testimonies" of others are wearing quite thin, compared to my reality.
Ah well.
I must needs go to the treadmill, again. The call of carbs has been extremely strong these past weeks. The treadmill won't negate that, but I can't stop, can I?
Life goes on at the
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posted by Ma Hoyt | 8:10 PM
1 Comments:
Becky,
I'm so glad to see your comment about homeschooling.
I think I'm understanding what you are saying.
One thing that I always struggled with WAS the struggle of being a mom & teacher. I felt most of the time I wore the "teacher hat". When all I really wanted to do was wear the MOM hat.
I actually still have guilt over this....
I agree with, "The homey stories and "testimonies" of others are wearing quite thin, compared to my reality." AND it is still wearing quite thin to this day!
Love you!!
Elizabeth
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