Homeschooling Creations -- lil' e

I'm not sure you can imagine the torture Big E must go through with my Mom as her teacher three days a week.  I assure you, Big E gets plenty mad at me because she says that I get to play all day, of which my Mom will agree before she adds, "You didn't even go to school when you were his age."  This quiets her up and I'm once again not the object of her very focused eye that tries to watch what I'm doing.  Here are a couple of creations I've made while Big E is being made to do workbooks (!).  I've already told my Mom, I refuse to do workbooks, besides I'm a Montessori preschooler, they DON'T believe in workbooks at my "kool."

Chicken

Picture of Squished Dinosaur -- T-Rex Stepped on it

Dinosaur Eggs

Top:  Dinosaur that got stepped on

Bottom:  Big, Big, tiny egg

Top: Triceratops that Died
Middle:  Tiny Eggs that will Hatch into a Bird
Bottom:  Bird

Big E has been saving up her stories so hopefully she'll write next.  Mom has been starting school at 8 am and end between 4 and 5 pm.  We think it's because she has more fun teaching than cleaning the house and this justifies it getting messy because she's "working" a full-time job.  At any rate, Big E has no time for "free activities," like blogging.  She's hoping Dad will rescue her by coming home early from work one day and he'll see the truth behind this 8 and 9 hour madness.

Later (and thankful to be only 3),

lil' e

More questions for God -- lil' e

I've been doing some thinking and have some more questions.

We have a different sun everyday. How does God do that?

How does God make strawberries so good?

Why does my mom make her vegetables hot? They are yucky! Cold vegetables are the way God made them and they are yummy!  Thank goodness my mom lets me eat all my veggies cold!  She's nice that way.

God, why are all the men at the Getty Villa naked?  It looked weird.  They need underwear.  Can you help them with that?

 

How can Big E do this?  I keep landing on my head.

 

How do starfish stick to the glass?  They don't even fall off if I pound!

 

Would my mom really throw me in the shark tank if I didn't listen to her?

 

How did you make brownies taste so good?

 

Why did you make me so I can't stop picking?  I tell my mom and dad that my forehead just won't stop bleeding.  I told them that I just go to sleep and I wake up and I've picked it.  I tell them over and over again that I can't help it but they won't believe me.  God, I need you to tell them that you make some kids to pick, like me and they just need to ignore it when I do it!

Later, 

lil' e

What I did the last two weeks -- Big E

Here's a bit of what I've been doing over these last two weeks. It has been very busy and I've hardly had time to sleep.

Here is a picture of what I've done with my dad at least three times a week. He can throw me much higher than my mom. Of course, he's taller so he has an advantage because I think my mom is stronger.

We went to the aquarium where we enjoyed fish like this...

touched jellies like this...notice our two fingered touch

My mom said that if we didn't listen to her she would throw us in the shark tank. I think she was serious.

Next she took us to the Natural History Museum where she told us we were very lucky to be living in modern times because otherwise we might be an appetizer for this T-Rex.

Here's lil' e taking pictures with his camera. He was copying me, of course. He does that with everything.

This animal didn't fair so good. He was lunch.

My friends, Megan and Maggie's dad is a scientist at the Museum so we got an amazing behind the scenes tour.

This is the head of an ibex. I'd ask to see it on our private tour because I was reading a book about the stone age with one in it. I was lucky because they usually don't have one. However, they had just gotten it the day before from the LA Zoo whose ibex had died recently of old age.

Afterwards, we were so energized that we lifted a truck!

Next, we went to a Colonial Farm with our good friends, Marin and Brooke. This woman is teaching us etiquette. She is quite funny and spit food and water at us! Talk about manners.

We learned about writing with quills.

Here are lil' e and my mom's letter to us.

I learned how to weave.

We also went to the Getty Villa. I know! Yet, another adventure. We were in heaven. We're planning our tour while Mom waits for us to make some decisions about what we want to see. I've made it very clear that only things that are interesting are worth looking at. I don't want to see "the normal." How boring is that?

We appeased her by posing at the end. lil' e never wants to stand next to me.

Now, this was where the action was!

You have to be quite brave to explore the Villa!

My mom has enrolled me in a charter school, which I love because I only go to classes twice a week and then she gets to teach me the other days. I love everything about it except when she speaks in a mean tone and tells me that I'm not working fast enough. But everything else, is the best!

Until next time,

Big E