The First Day of School

Okay, I'm super proud of myself that it only took me three days to post these pictures.  Three days of Algebra, Logic, Physical Science, Vocabulary, Grammar, Spelling, Writing, Handwriting, Math, Medieval History, Astronomy, Reading/Phonics, Piano, Violin, etc., etc., etc.  Whew.  But it's totally worth it.  Here ya go:

Yes.  That's a giant chocolate chip cookie.  

By the way, I'm trying to renovate the blog...I have some new plans for its use.  But the start of school has sort of waylaid my big plans. The start of school, and...well, baking giant chocolate chip cookies and other stuff like that.  More to come soon.  :) 

Friday Favorites

Remember the song "My Favorite Things" from The Sound of Music? Well here are a few of my favorite things. Or actually just two of my favorite things, and just for today. (I'll have another favorite or two by next week!)

The first is an old favorite that I've re-visited this week: History and Literature Pockets by Evan-Moor. These are the two we're using this week:











And here are the happy faces:



My other favorite thing this Friday is this book:


It's already on the sidebar, but I've almost finished reading/devouring it, and it's just too good. If you're adopting; read this book. If you've ever considered adoption; read this book. If you know and love someone who's adopting (and maybe just don't get it!); read this book. And most importantly, if you want to have a deeper, richer grasp of just what it means to be adopted as full sons and heirs of God through Jesus Christ; you might just try reading this book. Can you tell I sorta like it? I have kept looking ahead the whole time I've been reading it because every chapter has been so rich that I can't wait to see what's coming. And I haven't been disappointed yet. (Only one more chapter to go).

And I just remembered one more favorite thing. A sweet friend will be here in a few minutes for a visit, and I'm so glad. (Thanks Sarah!)

I love Friday.

"Nine is an odd number"

That's what I heard from behind my back a little while ago. "Mommy, nine is an odd number," said a very matter of fact voice. I froze for a minute, then spun around just to make sure I wasn't hearing things. Because it couldn't have been that my six year old had just spoken those words. My six year old who has struggled so much with math this year. The child who spent two long months last winter trying to recognize the number 13. But there she was, looking up at me expectantly.

"Um, how did you know that?"

"Look." She points to the word "Babies-R-Us" in the newspaper on the table. "I counted off two-by-two-by-two-by-two, and there was one left over. And ten is an even number. And six plus six is twelve."

There just might be ice cream for dessert tonight.