Today was one of those that I really noticed. I like those.
It was a pretty average day, in all truth. Some of us dragged out groggy, others were chipper and vigorous. We had a good breakfast, cleaned up quickly, and dove into some pleasant learning for the day.
We made bread, and talked about yeast burps, and different types of flour (we were using fine wheat and coarse wheat freshly-ground in our hand-mill with the help of little girls), and why honey helps homemade bread stay moist. (It’s hygroscopic, in case you were wondering, which helps the bread pull in ambient humidity and stay more moist. Or, it would, if two loaves of bread ever lasted longer than 24 hours around here.)
We had a grand total of four computers running at one point, as various schooling kids (plus the extra teen we have around these days) worked on math (for hours, all willingly!), and some history, and some sociology, and some typing (Spicy), and some email, and some research into new branches of mythology, and LEGO architecture, and art.
We printed out a cute set of Nativity figures, sealed them in contact paper, added self-stick magnets, and made a fridge Nativity for Spicy and Lefty (and all the rest of us, when the Little Girls aren’t looking. Lefty gets particularly stinky when we move stuff out of the Order She Hath Ordained. I have no idea where she gets that.)
We cleaned Lefty’s chalkboard, drew letters and words and math problems all over it, and cleaned it all off again.
We made some black wool bobbles to decorate Scottish hats (messy, but always a bit fun to do up!)
We read books together (a huge pile of them), and discussed the life cycle of pigeons as our new “pet”, a fledgling pigeon named Kevin, exercised her wings riding around on the hands of various children. (Also, we discussed why my Tall, Dark, and Slightly Neanderthal Fellow should not go to the hardware store without adult supervision. A baby pigeon? Really??)
We worked on the plans for our upcoming scripture study project (mostly Eldest, me, and our Spare Teen, but we’re going to drag the rest in, too, as we’re able.)
We lunched on fresh bread, butter, jam, and cheese; Eldest and Spare Teen made cookies for everyone. Bagpipes. Highland Dance practice. Singing rehearsal. My work projects, squidged in between everything else. Laundry sorting, running, and folding. The Boy made half a set of chess pieces using spent ammunition brass (it’s a joint project with his best friend).
We watched a video about conjoined twins, and part of The Secret of Nimh (we’ve read the book as a family.)
And, I had this conversation with Lefty:
Me: Baby, we need to get you some bigger gloves, so you can swing with warm fingers.
Lefty: Yes, orange ones, please, Mom. I love orange.
Me: Yes, I know. I may need to look in the boy section for orange ones, if they don’t have any in the girl’s section.
Lefty, squirking up one eyebrow and fixing me with a gaze of utter disdain: BOY gwoves? Weally, Mom? WEALLY?
And I had to kiss her on the top of her fluffy white noggin, just so I wouldn’t really offend by giggling my face off.
So, learning at home is just generally a really nice way of living. It’s been a good day.