October 16th, 2014 by Kini
Well, school has been back in session for about a month and a half for the youngest of our little clan. I had seriously hoped (fantasized?) that we would have a good routine nailed down long, long ago. Alas, we have not.
Mornings are a struggle, much of the time. some days, she’s up and chipper, other days, we have to practically drag her out of bed. Then, there’s the whole gamut in between, I’m sure we’re not unique in this. Right?!?!?
So far, I will say that middle school has been loads better than elementary school —except for the horrid school day time shift (shaft?) that the kids get.
I’m looking forward to what the rest of this year brings. Secretly (well, not so much), I’m really looking forward to summer. I’m formulating plans already. It’s really a necessity when reservations are prudent 6, 9, or 12 months out…
June 30th, 2014 by Kini
So, it begins.
After a short time off after school ended, we have started our “summer homeschool” today. Someone is not at all pleased by this activity, but it is what it is and that someone will appreciate it later on.
We did, of course, have a break between the end of the school year and getting this task kicked off. Mostly, we waited because she was sick at the end of the school year and as soon as she started to feel better, I came down with this crud.
Summer will, of course, be far too short.
June 25th, 2014 by Kini
Tonight, I made homemade noodles. Phoebe helped me and it was fun sharing with her the “homemade noodle history” in our family.
Almost like the ones my momma used to make. I say almost, because I don’t use the same recipe, per se.
I mix it all by hand, knead it by hand, and roll it out with a rolling pin. Once upon a time, my mom used to do exactly this. Then while the dough was rolled out (taking up nearly the entire dining table), she would use a knife and cut long, thin strips all the way across the rolled out dough.
Then, one day, while we were visiting my Aunt in Missouri (dad’s sister), she made noodles. Instead of cutting them while all spread out, she added a little more flour to dust it and then loosely rolled it. Then, she sliced it, unrolled the pieces, then cooked them as usual.
My mom asked her why she did it that way. My aunt just shrugged and matter-of-factly said it was because that’s how her mom used to do it. So, that’s how I do it.
It was fun finding out little things that my grandmother that I never met used to say or do. My dad was young when she passed away (and a boy) so things like this aren’t something he could share.
It’s the weird little things like this that make my day sometimes.