In the midst of emotional turmoil, daily life continues. Andy joked that I should be stressed beyond belief more often. Yesterday I scrubbed both bathrooms, including the tub (and those of you who have read prior blogs on this subject know that I DON'T DO TUBS), mowed and weeded the yard, homeschooled the boys, and watched the neighbor girl, all while spending about 2 hours on the internet researching and at least 2 hours on the phone with misc. people.
I read another homeschool mother's blog the other day, talking about teaching boys. When they are learning phonics, B is for boogers, not butterfly and P is for Poop, not princess. I laughed at her story, because I could totally relate. I want to add to it just a little. Canaan is past the "B is for" stage. Now he sounds out words. He just feels the need to act out each word as he sounds it out. S p i n... Spin!!! multiple twirls around the room. Next word. S p i t... spit!!! literally spit on my floor! (don't worry, I made him clean it up) Thank goodness for nouns or I would be totally exhausted by the end of every reading lesson!