Thursday, February 11, 2010

why is homeschooling so popular in America?

The Economist has a very short and poorly written article beginning with:

UNLIKE many of the “huddled masses yearning to breathe free” that have sought refuge in America, the Romeike family comes from a comfortable place: Bissingen an der Teck, a town in south-western Germany. Yet on January 26th an American immigration judge granted the Romeikes—a piano teacher, his wife and five children—political asylum, accepting their case that difficulties with home schooling their children created a reasonable fear of persecution.

The piece then describes the laws and attitudes regarding homeschooling in several European countries. Why America is more free in its educational opportunities is not delved into, but some of the commentators do discuss the questions that the headline teases us, "Why some countries welcome children who are taught at home and others don't," such as who is responsible for children, the state or parents? What is the point of forcing children to attend the state-run schools, equal education (or equal lack of learning)? Should children be taught the religion of their parents or secular humanism?


As someone who has taught both in the public school system as well as homeschooled for 7 years, I can tell you that most homeschooling parents take their job very seriously (sometimes almost too seriously) and want to give their children a quality education. They see the low expectations, emphasis on politically correct lessons and pop culture, lack of discipline, and mob rule mentality and want more for their own children. They know that the system is rotten and there is no way that they can change that to benefit their own offspring. So they bypass the system and teach at home. They can do that in many different ways and methods from reproducing a traditional curriculum to following the child's interests.

Studies have proven over and over how effective and successful homeschooling is with higher test scores and being more socially involved, to homeschool graduates stating that they want to homeschool their own children. America has always been a land of freedom and opportunity and homeschooling gives families the ability to be independent, to be innovative. It is socialist big government vs the free market on a micro scale. We choose to be free and it is evident in several comments how far we have lurched politically to the left that they can't see this obvious fact.

Our nation has become great because of innovative thinkers and designers such as Ben Franklin, Orville and Wilbur Wright, Thomas Edison, Samuel Morse, Alexander Graham Bell, Henry Ford, Steve Jobs, and many others who thought outside the box. All homeschoolers want is to encourage freedom, educate their children in the best way they know how, and to be left alone from the educational lockstep of the government schools.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

plague central

This was supposed to be a lovely day, at least the way I planned it weeks ago. We were to go to co-op bearing cupcakes and have everyone sing Happy Birthday to Mary at lunchtime. We were to have presents and a trip up to Auntie Melinda and Uncle Mark's house on Saturday for more cake and several long walks in the fields.

However, Maggie and Mary started throwing up right around bedtime and then Tim started in at midnight. My morning has been running to put laundry in, filling glasses with ice water, and holding basins under chins. The little boys are on their own and Will is in charge of the baby. Even if we were feeling up to it, the blizzard outside would prevent us from venturing any farther than the driveway. The family party has been postponed and I haven't even been able to buy Mary a gift.

If you could, a Hail Mary for our crew would be appreciated, for a return to health for the invalids and especially that no one else comes down with the crud.

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

carnival of homeschooling

Raising Real Men is hosting this week's carnival.

didn't dodge the bullet

There we were, watching movies, sewing away, piddling around on the computer while to our south and west people were sitting in the dark. Then we got hit and our house got mighty cold mighty fast. When Julia Ellen woke at midnight crying because she was shivering all alone in her crib (despite several layers of jammies) I nursed her back to sleep in our big bed. But trying to sleep with a kicking baby left me tired when dawn finally broke on Monday morning. Last night we checked into a hotel for warm beds, warm food, and hot showers, but Babydoodle awoke again at midnight and I tried nursing her back to sleep again less successfully. The cardinal rule of staying at hotels with children is not to disturb your neighbors so I only got about 3-4 hours sleep before Will and Julia Ellen and I snuck down to the breakfast buffet.

Today we are back home with clothes in the washer, the pantry restocked, and the furnace blowing out heat. However, another storm is fast approaching, the threat of 20 more inches of snow makes us worry about the power staying on. Up on the farm in Maine we have the tools we need to stay warm and fed at home: a backup generator to keep the lights on, a tractor to plow the driveway, and wood heat to keep warm. Down here in suburbia we are so dependant on the utilities that if they go out we are helpless. While I appreciate the cultural opportunities we have so close to Washington, DC, I would prefer to live like the pioneers who managed to survive winters without government "assistance", but relied on themselves and their neighbors.

Sunday, February 07, 2010

recount

According to Accuweather, our little part of the world got hit hardest: 40" of snow in a little more than 24 hours. Tim is outside shoveling that last foot or two from the end of the driveway to the plowed track down our road. Last night the kids and I stayed out past 8pm shoveling out a neighbor's driveway. Before the plows came through, I was sinking down to my knees in the middle of the road. With the children coming in and out, our kitchen looks like a bomb went off at a knitwear factory with mittens, hats, and scarves covering every chair and throw rug.

Saturday, February 06, 2010

what a snowstorm this was!

My guess is that about 30" of snow have fallen in the past 24 hours. The first picture was taken yesterday about an hour after it started and the second was taken just before supper today.
I'm so glad we didn't lose electricity like so many folks in DC and Northern Virginia. We made pumpkin and chocolate chip cookies, dried many loads of mittens and snowsuits, and I was able to quilt for several hours. Another thing I was determined to do was clean. Despite the snow coming in the kitchen door every time a child came in and the mess of wet socks, boots, and snowsuits they hung over every available chair, I was scrubbing the bathrooms and vacuuming under the beds. The light seemed brighter today with the snow and I wanted the inside as clean and bright as the outside. There is still plenty to do, but I'm taking a well deserved rest tomorrow and playing in the snow with the kids.

Friday, February 05, 2010

slacker day

Since we have to get up and out the door by 7:20am on Monday and Wednesday mornings and Elizabeth rings the doorbell at 8:45 on Tuesday and Thursday mornings, Friday is the day when we don't rush to start the day. We relax over a cup of hot cocoa before getting dressed and slowly get all our schoolwork completed for the day. I don't take the day off since the harder we work in winter results in many more hours of playing outside up in Maine (and everyone agrees that they would much rather be stuck inside here).

With the public schools already cancelling classes for the anticipated snowstorm (28"?), we might have a knock on the door from the neighbor girls wanting to play. But as we told one of Will's friends at Boy Scouts last night, "We don't do snow days since we only have to walk downstairs to get to our books."

Thursday, February 04, 2010

more snow expected

Yesterday we didn't have co-op due to the weather and this weekend we are expecting another 20" of snow. I think the Father/Daughter dance for American Heritage Girls will be cancelled, putting Mary and Maggie in a funk since they were looking forward wearing the dresses they had picked out. The news yesterday was that the public schools had already used up all their built in snow days and might have to tack days onto the calendar in June. We not only didn't use up a snow day, but Maggie finished another subject for the year. My busy bee has completed her books for science, history, art, handwriting, and now phonics. I'm debating if I should order her some 3rd grade books so she can get a head start for next year.

I guess this is what every winter is like up in Maine so I better get used to putting on little kid's snowpants and boots, wearing boots to Mass, and making sure the kids wear their slippers all day to keep their toes warm. The local populace scoured the dairy shelves yesterday in preparation of the storm so I'm heading back down to the grocery this morning. Here's hoping that Trader Joe's got a fresh delivery so I can get our 6 gallons of milk without having to engage in a fistfight for them. (just kidding, we have plenty of powdered milk just in case)

Wednesday, February 03, 2010

what a nice surprise

The other day my sister-in-law called and we got to chatting. "I didn't want to influence you, but I have to say that I am so glad you decided to continue homeschooling. I read how awful the schools are now and am glad that you are keeping them away from that." Now, Cheryl has always been a fabulous sister-in-law and wonderful with the children, but I never really got the impression that she was all that gung-ho about our educational approach. I guess I had wrongly assumed that she wanted us to plop them on the yellow bus every morning and be able to have my house "just so."

Yes, it is lovely to have a lot of support from other homeschooling moms, but it means so much when a family member says, "You are doing the right thing by your children and a mighty fine job of it too."

Tuesday, February 02, 2010

carnival of homeschooling

For My House is hosting this week's carnival with the theme of What Matters Most. Getting a new stash of books matters to me a lot this afternoon since we are expecting another 3 inches tonight. The big kids and I are going to a Candlemas High Mass this evening and I just hope we won't get stuck on that hill on the way home. Maybe I'll put my boots in the back of the van "just in case."

Sunday, January 31, 2010

I need a driver's ed review

Being from Southern Virginia, I have rarely driven in snow. Yes, there was plenty of snow in Blacksburg, but in college I never drove in it, I walked or took the bus everywhere. I could just refuse to drive, like some of the American ladies did in Italy, but that would get old really fast in Maine! Yesterday it started snowing and for some reason I got a bee in my bonnet about getting some pink fabric to back a t-shirt quilt I am working on. The little boys helped me sweep off the van windows and shovel off the driveway before I left.
My big van doesn't have four wheel drive or anything so I was plodding along at 30 miles an hour to the fabric shop and back, only to get stuck on our own road. I had slowed down going up the hill to make way for a car and some children coming down and then couldn't go forward. Luckily I had charged my phone and Tim came to my rescue. I felt foolish having to call, but am so grateful I wasn't saying, "Dear... I ran off the road and am stuck 10 miles away."

Friday, January 29, 2010

climbing out of the hole

About the middle of December I was in bad shape, constantly overwhelmed, frustrated, and just completely burnt out. But thanks to friends and my wonderful husband, I found the St. Philomena co-op. The trip two mornings a week allows us to socialize with other homeschoolers and be in the presence of Our Lord many times a day.

Just getting to sit and chat with the other moms at lunch gives me a social outlet that was completely lacking beforehand. All of us have different situations, but we are all trying to give our children a quality Catholic education and know we can't do it on our own. The little ones are getting one-on-one attention and the big kids are getting to do art projects, play together, and be exposed to other families who take their religion seriously. It is beautiful to see what happens when the preschoolers and I go through the church sanctuary to go down to the nursery or next door for lunch. As we pass in front of the tabernacle I instruct the children, "Say I love you to Jesus." Even the two year olds genuflect instinctively because they see their parents and older siblings giving Our Lord the honor that is due Him.

These two gifts, one social and one spiritual, have lifted my spirits and given me strength to continue to homeschool my children well. I know that in two years we will be in Maine with no co-op option, but I'm sure we will be given other means at that time to assist us in our homeschooling journey.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

finished my first quilt on the frame


Last year (about this time) I was enormously pregnant with a little time on my hands (not really, just massively impatient for Julia Ellen to arrive). Off I skipped to G Street Fabrics and bought myself a new sewing machine and quilting frame. Then I discovered that I couldn't bend over or stand up long enough to use it due to my condition. Then the baby arrived and then I really had not a minute to spare.

But now I have a few hours here and there to quilt and so I pulled out a patriotic top I made a few years back. The table is set up like a long-arm machine, but using a regular machine on a rolling platform. It has proven to be more complicated than I anticipated, the motions are totally different than regular machine quilting. I'm quilting with my hands rather than my fingers so I have to retrain my brain. But now I finished and can finally send a measure of my gratitude to a wounded soldier at Walter Reed. I've already started a new red, white, and blue quilt, maybe I can finish this one before we move to Maine.

carnival of homeschooling

Susan at Corn and Oil is hosting this week's carnival with a "For Those Considering Homeschooling" theme.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

a 3 year old's musings

"I love cookies."
"I love you Mommy."
"I love my Geraldine." (his stuffed giraffe)
"I love pooping in the potty."

I sure am grateful that I'm not changing Timmy's pants several times a day anymore. Only one more child to potty train, yeah!

Sunday, January 24, 2010

children's librarian

Our local library is small, has a limited selection, but it has one fabulous resource; the children's librarian. Miss Carolyn knows her books and I sometimes test her in ways that she enjoys. Earlier this week Will and I escaped the bathtime ritual to peruse the stacks in peace. We filled up two tote bags with mysteries and science fiction before I remembered a book I had read several years ago that he might like. "Okay, I know the general plot and I think it has the word 'hidden' somewhere in the title. Sometime in the future the government only allows 2 children." Within 5 minutes Miss Carolyn walked us over to the shelf and said, "There is a whole series now, do you want all of them?"

I started Among The Hidden again this afternoon and am looking forward to reading them all. This is a pretty low-key way to introduce the idea of the impact of a totalitarian state to a young reader. Luckily the Population Police haven't knocked on our door as it is pretty evident from our dining room that we recently outfitted into a playroom that lots of children live here.

Friday, January 22, 2010

take some initiative!

Last Friday night I took Maggie to ballet class and afterwards went to La Madeline's for "girl's night out." While we were sitting in the studio lobby I got to chatting with a couple of fellow ballet moms. It was a pretty ho-hum discussion until one lady started in about the upcoming cuts in the county's education budget. Apparently her gifted 4th grader has to be bussed 45 minutes and she is already started worrying about what to do when he "runs out of math classes in 10th grade." Come on! I thought this woman was joking, but apparently she is convinced that her kid will have exhausted all of the county's resources in the year 2015. I did mention aloud the possibility of dual enrollment option at community college.

Then the other lady started in about her 2nd child who is in once a week speech therapy and was recently informed that her child doesn't have enough disability to qualify for more services. "She can't talk! I pay taxes, I can't believe they won't do more for her!" I brought up the idea of asking for suggestions of exercises, reading some books to get other ideas, and working with her daughter at home, but this was rebuffed.

Then I shut my mouth, for I understood that complaining about the system while doing nothing to change one's own situation is a form of recreation for these women as well as millions of their ilk. Those of us who homeschool might have complained or been frustrated in the past, but we didn't just gripe. We took some initiative and did something about our children's education. We have researched methods and materials, outlined a scope and sequence, organized our materials and our lives, and actually teach our kids. Having children means having responsibilities: helping them reach their educational goals, feeding them spiritually, taking care of their physical needs, and showing them how much they are loved and valued. If we pawn off all these responsibilities onto some government institution we have no right to complain about how poor a job they are doing. I just hope that sooner rather than later these moms will decide that the public school system is not designed for children who are not perfectly average and break free from just complaining and do something about it.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

thank you!

A shout-out to all the Bay State voters who helped preserve the Constitution against the Obama administration, at least for a spell. I'm sure that Howie Carr, the Boston talk radio host helped the Republican candidate more than anyone, though his show is very odd. I doubt anyone else out there could pull off the combo of bad Teddy Kennedy jokes and a celebrity death pool .

Yeah, Scott Brown!

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

carnival of homeschooling

Homeschool Dad is hosting this week's carnival with a library week theme. He took his kids to 5 different libraries in one week to explore, compare, and check out books. What a great idea! Speaking of, today is our library day since I have 2 tote bags of books to take back and nothing to read.

Monday, January 18, 2010

amazon.com is my new friend

Now that Julia Ellen has passed the 10 month mark, I've started ovulating again. Unfortunately my trusty Becton Dickinson thermometer has gone missing, it is likely sitting in the bathroom drawer up in Maine. I went to Target and found no BD brand ones, so I guessed that a Target brand thermometer was just as good. However, my temps for the past few weeks are so low that they are off the bottom of the chart.

After consulting some NFP-knowledgeable ladies and my Natural Family Planning book, I found that I might have 2 problems. I could have a cruddy thermometer or I could have a thyroid issue. Tim said that it was extremely doubtful that my thyroid is the issue, since I am not more tired than any other mom of 6 kids and I'm not overweight (even the thrift store considers size 8 small). So, not wanting to jump to conclusions, I went online and bought a new BD basal temp thermometer for $12. Why then am I now going to enter $92.32 in the checkbook?

Well.... I figured that Tim also needed fancy toothbrush refills and then to qualify for free shipping I decided to get an adult snow shovel (since the poor man has cleared our driveway twice with a kid's one I found at the thrift store). then I discovered if I sign up to have diapers delivered for free I can get a discount (and I don't have to make an emergency run to the grocery for nappies). I think Tim is now regretting saying, "Just get it on-line and pay a couple of bucks for shipping. It is much less stressful than dragging all the kids to the closest Walmart."

Saturday, January 16, 2010

National Archives

This morning with many errands begging to be completed, I packed up Julia Ellen and bribed the big kids into journeying downtown for our first field trip in over a month. While the little boys cajoled and whined, "I wanna go too! I'll be good," I resolutely shut the door behind us and drove away. They aren't old enough to remember seeing these famous documents and certainly not old enough to wait quietly without needing to use the facilities every 15 minutes.

First we stood in line for an hour outside and in amongst a huge crowd of unruly teenagers who had to be shushed several times by the burly guard. Finally it was our turn to look at pale sheets of paper under glass that men have fought and died for: the Declaration of Independence, the Bill of Rights, and the Constitution of the United States.
We pointed out the pale signatures of John Hancock and John Adams, and then looked closely for the name of the only Catholic to sign the Declaration of Independence, Charles Carroll of Carrollton. Unfortunately his signature has faded from sight on the original document, as have many others. While this wasn't the most thrilling of field trips for the children, I felt it was important for them to get a sense of the importance of these documents, especially at a time when some politicians feel that they should be discarded and ignored.

I love the title!

Here is a rebuttal to Robin L. West of Georgetown University Law Center who "has produced what is undoubtedly the silliest, most offensive caricature of homeschooling to ever be published in a scholarly journal." in First Things, "How Fundamentalist, Patriarchal, Uneducated Homeschoolers Who Live on Tarps in Parking Lots with Their Eight Kids are Harming America."

Friday, January 15, 2010

March for Life

FRONT ROYAL, VA, January 14, 2010 (LifeSiteNews.com) – Christendom College, a private Catholic college located in Virginia, says that it will close its doors on Friday, January 22 and its Student Activities Council will charter buses enabling the entire student body to attend the 2010 March for Life in Washington D.C.

Founded over 30 years ago Christendom College has attended the March for Life as a community every year. Its students are active in pro-life work year round, leading prayerful protests at a Planned Parenthood Clinic in Washington once a week, as well as taking part in sidewalk counseling and other pro-life activities.


What a refreshing news story, especially after reading The Gatekeepers: Inside the Admissions Process of a Premier College , which described the cut throat process of getting into a "top tier" university and the immoral activities the students participate in, all on their parent's $$. I did learn some tips and hints for assisting the children many years in the future when they sit down to fill out college applications and prepare for the SATs. The main point I came away with with was that character counts, even at the most liberal, hippy-dippy school. High school kids who act like they are entitled to a sheet of vellum with Harvard in bold script across the top are less likely to be selected than someone with genuine enthusiasm for learning (and can prove it by their grades). I was not convinced of the value of a $120,000 diploma from a fancy Northeast school, but we have at least 4 years before we need to delve into that fray. Right now we are focusing on the work set before us and trying to be kind to one another.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

you know...

you are a homeschooling mom when you notice that a Latin flashcard is marking your place in a book you are reading about how an admissions department of a premiere college selects its incoming freshman class and your oldest child is only in 6th grade.

carnival of homeschooling

Alasandra's Homeschool Blog is hosting this week's carnival with a cat and dog theme.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Julia Ellen is 10 months old!


Due to the winter weather and a 1/4" of growth, our little "Spike" is no longer worthy of her name since her hair is lying flat on her head. On Saturday I made green bean and sausage soup and despite not having any teeth yet, she gobbled up beans, potato cubes, and kielbasa chunks. She loves to play peekaboo and horsie and is pulling up on everything, ready to cruise. No words yet, but she can understand a lot and is getting a tiny bit better at being held by other people. Yes, she still stuffs everything in her mouth that isn't nailed down such as paper, fabric, and plastic so the floors have to be clean, clean, clean (she thinks that the dirt pile from sweeping is a buffet, so I have to be fast!). I think her new nickname will be "Hoover"!

Sunday, January 10, 2010

abortion is about $$, not reproductive health

Daily News: Federal Study Confirms Contraception-Breast Cancer Link: NCRegister

Ten years ago, Dr. Chris Kahlenborn, authored the book Breast Cancer: Its Link to Abortion and the Birth Control Pill, which established the connection between the birth control pill and breast cancer.

Now, a federal study confirms that data.

The study shows a strong connection between the use of oral contraceptives and a particularly aggressive form of breast cancer with a high mortality rate, known as “triple-negative” breast cancer (TNBC). The study also found that the connection was highest among women who began using oral contraceptives while they were teenagers.


So, maybe we shouldn't be so eager to see our teenage daughters popping "the pill"? Also, this explains the incredible rise in breast cancer in the past 40 years: Roe vs Wade.

Friday, January 08, 2010

school tour

This afternoon Tim came home early so I could go senza bambino (without babies) and visit the local Catholic elementary school. I chatted with teachers, librarians, and moms about books, Mass, the daily routine, and resource classes such as art. I peeked in classrooms, flipped through many textbooks, and asked questions about homework. In all, I felt that while the school was doing a better job than any public school, it wasn't half as academically challenging as what we have been doing at home. All the textbooks were secular, including the religion books, and contained a lot of fluff.

I know that the kids would do well academically and socially there, but I just kept thinking, "I would spend all day missing them and the opportunity to use Catholic books, an academically rigorous course of study, and all those extras that make homeschooling unique." I could imagine my daily life becoming a mad rush of getting ready, driving to school, wrestling with the little boys and the baby all day, rushing to pick up and get to lessons on time, fighting about homework, getting everyone in the bed, and doing it day, after day, after day. Since I haven't set foot in a school in over 10 years it was eye-opening, in comparison, how good Seton's program really is. We are not "falling behind" public or private school students, but rather giving them a high quality fully integrated Catholic education at a very reasonable price (certainly reasonable compared to $17,000 a year for 3 kids).

My job in the next week is to compose a very polite letter to the assistant principal, thanking him for his time and the tour, but stating that we will continue to homeschool this semester. The other thing I need to do is reflect on what I learned today and use it to become more calm and steady in teaching the children. We are learning, we are living, and we are doing a pretty darn good job with a lot of help from above.

Thursday, January 07, 2010

decisions, decisions

I'm supposed to meet with someone from the Catholic school tomorrow afternoon, but the closer I get to this meeting the more I cringe about sending the children out to school. Our little Christmas break let us have some fun and laughs before getting back to the books and the past few days have been our best in months (though I did get very upset with Will last night for only getting half his work completed at co-op). This arrangement with the babysitter coming 2 mornings a week, the co-op another 2 days seems to be the best option to get the work done and keep my sanity. I have talked extensively with some other moms of many and one thing we all agree on is that homeschooling 6th grade is just the worst in terms of workload and attitude for the child and stress on the mother. The best advice was summed up by Carol, "Go to Adoration and give it to Jesus. Tell him you can't do this job without sufficient grace. He will give it to you." Meghan said, "You have 365 days a year for 12 years to get this done. Stop staring at the trees and focus on the forest. Your children are so innocent and not tainted by the world. If they go to school that will be lost in one week."

I can see some progress we have made this year so far. Charlie knows about 3/4 of his letters despite not doing anything academic last year. He can count, add money, and tell what hour it is on a clock. He is doing very well at learning his catechism and tries to be so helpful around the house. Maggie's handwriting is lovely, she can borrow in subtraction, she can read beautifully, and is very cheerful and thoughtful when she focuses. (I'm trying to forgive her for thoughtlessly breaking one of my Italian lamps last week) Mary is doing much better academically, especially in math and spelling and beats her brother's socks off when it comes to those Latin flashcards. She is much less shy these days and is just the sweetest thing when she chooses to be. Will is becoming a whiz at math and astounds me with his catechism memory work, I can't recall the answers half the time and I'm holding the book! It is so evident that he loves his younger siblings and can be trusted with Julia Ellen completely.

I'm going to go into this meeting tomorrow with my page long list of questions including, "Are the textbooks Catholic? Historically/scientifically accurate? Are the teachers Catholic? Are they loyal to the Magisterium? How much homework are the children given? At weekly Mass do the children receive from the priest? How many days are not spent on academic instruction?" Part of me is hoping that the answers allow me to put them in the school with a tiny sigh of relief, while the other part hopes that I can say to myself, "Private school is not the answer for our family and we will continue to homeschool."

It might not even get that far, they want me to come on Friday morning, meaning Tim couldn't watch the little ones and I would have to take all of them. The impression I'm getting is that they think this is a done deal and I need to start signing checks.
Ummm, I don't think so.

Tuesday, January 05, 2010

carnival of homeschooling

The Cates at Why Homeschool are hosting this week's carnival, the 4th anniversary edition. The links sound like the perfect combination of inspiration, news, and fun activities I'm sure to spend several hours reading all the posts.

Monday, January 04, 2010

now I can't get him to be quiet

This article from the UK Times implies that the blame for children who aren't talking by the age of 3 should be laid right at Mommy's door. I'm sure I have written before about my dragging Will into the speech therapist because he had only said 10 words by the age of 3 and only used them in the confines of our house. He went to Italian daycare one morning a week so I could volunteer on base and they said he didn't say anything the entire 2 years he went there.

Way back then I was the super-educational mama, reading to him at least a dozen storybooks a day, pushing his stroller around the baby loving Italian countryside ("Bello, bello bambino!!"), playing with him on the floor, taking him to playgroup, having a TV-free home. For some reason he was more interested in playing with the hinges on the cabinets than learning to talk. If he wanted something I could figure it out for the most part. Finally his brain and mouth clicked and he was speaking in full sentences by the age of 4. Now in 6th grade his verbal skills are just as well developed as any former smooth 2 year old chatterbox. The comments box after the article is filled with successful people who started talking late, evidence of the nonsense of these so-called experts.

Toddlers between the ages of 2 and 3 should be able to use up to 300 words, including adjectives, and be able to link words together, according to I CAN, the children’s communication charity. Late speech development can lead to problems, such as low achievement at school or mental health problems.

The survey of more than 1,000 parents found that a child’s background was not a factor in how quickly they learnt to talk. Working parents who put their babies in day care are just as likely to have a child whose speech develops late as those who leave their baby in front of the television.
(Are these the only reasons why children talk late? But saying otherwise wouldn't induce guilt, I'm sure.)

Almost one in six parents reported that their child had problems learning to talk. Among parents of boys the figure rose to one in four.
(Could it be that boys and girls are different? Could it be that development varies more than the "experts" suggest?)

Saturday, January 02, 2010

vacation days

The children didn't quite know what to do with themselves over the past few days, but finally they settled into a no-school mode with playing outside in the remains of the snow, watching movies, and playing games like Apples to Apples, Totemland, and Totally Gross. After a few rounds of the first one I pulled out the celebrity cards, which makes play much more pleasant. After all, what homeschooled 9 year old even knows who Michael Jackson and Cher are? The more people sitting around the table the funnier Apples to Apples is, so we have recruited game-phobic Tim to play with us. Today's pic? Our old favorite Mad Dash, a US geography game.

Thursday, December 31, 2009

doing a lot of reading



Amazon received quite a few of our Christmas dollars this year, I got 6 books under the tree and had read 2 by the time I turned out the light on St. Stephen's Day. I had asked for the trilogy by Pamela Aidan featuring the story of Pride and Prejudice from Fitzwilliam Darcy's point of view. The story has a few racy spots, but complement Jane Austen's classic very well. Tim had a set of children inscribe the first page of each book which added a lovely touch.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

carnival of homeschooling

Life Nurturing Education is hosting this week's carnival with a Winter in Idaho edition.

an educational Christmas

You can only buy so many Brio train pieces, so many wooden blocks, so many picture books for gifts for the younger ones, but once the children are over 10 the possibilities of neat things to buy expands dramatically. Will loves all things science oriented so his haul from parents and aunties reflected that in Snap Circuit parts, a book of knots, a volcano making kit, and a solar car kit.









Mary had a very crafty Christmas with embroidery floss for making friendship bracelets, stencils and a drawing pad, and kits to make cards, erasers, and a latch hook rug.








In my ever super-thrifty way I found several of their gifts at the thrift store. My guess is that lots of kids out there don't consider science or crafts fun and discarded these gifts from grandma in favor of playing another round of Wii. When the children asked me if this was true, I said, "You could have 1 gift under the tree if I buy them at Target and 4 if I buy some from the thrift store. Which do you choose?"

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

on the flying trapeze

My mother lied when she said I had no coordination. It takes skill and dexterity to climb over a baby gate with 3 books, a digital camera, and a cup of chai latte in one hand. One slip and I would have fallen to my doom. I don't think I'll press my luck by signing up for this rock climbing expedition.

Monday, December 28, 2009

Herbert Prentis has competition

I shouldn't get upset, after all some of the gifts the children received came from me, but now we have boxes of craft projects and coloring stuff to add to the cramped girl's bedroom, which was already full of doll beds, doll clothes, horse stuff, and books. Maggie can't even walk to her bed, she has to leap from the middle of the room and try to miss the piles of clothes she hasn't put away before she can go to sleep. It is a real trial for Mary to share a room with her messy little sister.

There is a clear line of demarcation down the center of the room with Mary's jewelry arranged just so on the dresser, neat lines of plastic horses with flowing manes at the foot of the bed, and clothes stacked by color in the drawers. Maggie's side is strewn with damp towels, American Girl clothes, and when we pulled out everything from under the bed last week we found 14 dirty socks. I have already bought the child several under the bed boxes from IKEA, shoe and sweater organizers for the closet, but still the mess spews forth like lava from Mt. Etna, threatening small children in its wake. Julia Ellen can't go into their room due to my fear of her eating beads or paper that are liberally strewn across the room. I cringe whenever I walk by and soon expect Mary to ask if she can move in with the baby. I have lots of ideas for shelves and such once we move to Maine, but since this is a rental we can't yet.

The solution that Mrs. Piggle Wiggle conjured up for little Herbert (who was trapped in his room because he wouldn't put his toys away) of offering him to lead the town parade if he could put away his things and escape his self-imposed prison won't work simply because Maggie doesn't have any place she can put all this stuff.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

carnival of homeschooling

Dana has put together an incredibly funny carnival this week despite a hacked blog and multiple showings of their house to deal with. Go check it out!

it's beginning to look a lot like...

a house in Maine rather than a hole in the ground. Note the circular driveway (my idea) which is now paved so the kids can go around, and around, and around... on their bikes and roller blades. It has the added benefit of keeping the gravel bits out of the apartment and house. I wish we were up there so I could send the kids out to slide down the hill on their sleds rather than have to pack up everyone in the car and drive 10 minutes to the nearest good size hill. Today we are just going to do 3 subjects of school, practice the piano, and then bundle everyone up to hit the slopes.


Monday, December 21, 2009

projects completed

One good thing about all this snow is that while the baby is napping and the older children are perfecting tunnels through their snow fort, I have had some quiet time to sew. First I finished a tshirt quilt for Ora board friend Susan's teenage son. The internet made it so easy to send pictures of my progress and allow her to chose colors and approve the final layout.
I had Tim cut some slats for a doll bed that my grandmother had played with as a child. I made a new mattress out of a ruined quilt that had wool batting (someone threw it in the dryer and it all felted) and scrap fabric. Then I made a crisp white top sheet and a pillowcase for Samantha, Maggie's American Girl doll. The doll quilt was left over from a Little Quilt making phase many years ago, but fit on top perfectly.
My next project is a more elaborate tshirt quilt for another Ora friend Mary Ann, whose daughter is heading off to college next fall.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas


and if the weather stays cold we will certainly have one. 18" of fluffy stuff fell yesterday and the kids have been out (and in and out and in...) playing in the huge pile the snowplow left last night. Yesterday I trudged 5 blocks to the nearest grocery to get a couple of gallons of milk, and while 16 pounds gets heavy really fast, it was nice to take a quiet walk bundled up in my snowpants and duckboots. My plan once we move to Maine is to take a walk every day, even on cold winter ones like this.

This morning after Julia Ellen went down for a nap, Timmy came in crying and complaining that the snow was too deep. I stripped him down, got him changed, and cleaned up the fallen snow and then went back to my project. 5 minutes later Charlie came in needing help removing all his snowy gear. Again I helped him strip, sent him upstairs to change, and swept up the snow he tracked in. Back to my activity, only to be interrupted twice more when the girls came in 15 minutes apart. Will can pull off his own boots and pants, thank goodness.

I'm all set to make another batch of cookies this afternoon and fortify myself for another bout of buttoning them all into their snow gear only to take it back off 45 minutes (or less) later and dump it all over the front hall. I'm hoping that by the time we move to Maine more children will be able to get themselves suited up and am planning on lots of hooks in the mudroom to hold all the wet stuff.

Friday, December 18, 2009

look mama!


I can play the piano (but I need a little help from Will to sit)!

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

sink or swim?

Yes, I know the drowning metaphor is now overkill, but it really shows how I feel these days; attempting to struggle to the surface to breathe but pulled down by unseen hands. From the moment I wake to the instant my head hits the pillow, the past few months have been a constant struggle. I'm hauling a 20 pound baby up and down the stairs, holding her struggling body to keep her from eating and ripping up everything, trying to get the older children to be peaceful and get their schoolwork done, attempting to keep Timmy's pants dry, and all the while being pulled at and shouted at, and fussed at by 6 children. I don't have a moment's peace. Ever.

Yesterday, even with a babysitter in the house minding the little boys, I googled the local Catholic school and actually called them. I'm sure I sounded hysterical, "I can't take any more!" and then made it worse by accidentally dropping the phone down the stairs ('cause of course I was carrying babydoodle too). I don't really know what sending them to school means since they haven't been since nursery school, but I know it means getting everyone out the door by 7:30am, packing lunches, helping with homework (sometimes taking as long as we do during the day now), and uniforms.

It also means a change in status for me and I'm not sure I like that part. No, I don't like doing the job of 6 people all by myself and I don't like feeling angry and stressed out all the time, but homeschooling has been my life for 6 and 1/2 years now and who am I if not a homeschooler? If we do this I want it to be a stop gap solution for the next year or two. I really love teaching my kids at home, but I just don't think I can do it with 4 kids, a toddler and a baby, no family, and a husband who works 12 hour days. What if I really like them in school (and out of my hair)? What if they do better away from me? Does that make me a homeschool failure? The only thing worse than seeing them flourish is if they fail. What if they can't do the work, make friends, fit into the parochial school culture? What then?

We expect a call from the principal next week and an interview/testing to follow shortly. I'll be writing lots of questions and fretting a great deal in the meantime. Please keep our family in your prayers.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

I made it!

Tim was away this week, not to anywhere scary like Kobul or Bagdad, but to Saratoga Springs, Newport, and Groton. I wasn't afraid for his safety, but for my own. On Monday we had 3 activities, on Tuesday 2, 1 each on Wednesday and Friday. I had to make sure we got everyone bundled up, packed with the right gear, and in the car with enough time to get to Mass, co-op, and lessons on time. All this plus get school done, feed everyone, keep the house tidy, and decorate the house for Christmas.

Tim is a very involved dad, but much of it is below the radar, so it is only apparent how much he does when he isn't here. He picks up kids/takes them to lessons, bathes or cleans up for dinner each night, takes care of the checkbook, fetches milk on his way home, teaches Will math, gives hugs and kisses, reads to the little boys, changes nappies, puts up the babygate, holds Julia Ellen, and a myriad of other things that make our daily life run smoother.

This week also makes me appreciate other moms like Michelle and Mary Ann more, those who's husbands are gone for 6 months or more in service of our country. They have to pull the weight of 2 parents for so long as well as keep their spirits up for their children's sake. May God be with those who are serving in harm's way and shower comfort and blessings on their families back home.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

carnival of homeschooling

The Homeschool Post is hosting the carnival this week with a Christmas ornament theme. I love it when the host picks a theme, partly because it shows they put some effort into reading and tying all the posts together (which is a daunting task when you are dealing with 30-50 some posts coming into your email inbox over the course of a week), but it highlights the idea that there is a link between homeschoolers, despite the different curriculum and methods we use.

Tuesday, December 08, 2009

I'm not drowning anymore!

On Monday morning we hit the highway and drove to St. Paul's in Ellicott City (a really quaint and charming town). We brought our schoolbooks and lunch and met some great Catholic moms who are teaching each other's children twice a week. The kids began with Gregorian chant choir practice and then they all scattered to different rooms to begin their work. I made sure mine were comfortable and then took Timmy and Julia Ellen to join in the fun in the nursery where we played, picked up, read, picked up, ate snacks, picked up, nursed, and picked up one last time before lunch. Will and Mary then complained that they were still starving and didn't have any more work to do so we called it a day and headed home (with a short stop at McDonald's).

It will be a little different having to comply with someone else's speed for getting the work completed (Will was 2 chapters behind in history, but 4 chapters ahead in science), but between the co-op and Elizabeth coming another 2 mornings a week, my head is finally above water and I can see us getting through the rest of the schoolyear without sinking. I like hanging out with the toddlers and babies without simultaneously instructing the older children. Somehow I feel that I have stepped back 8 years in time when all I did all day was make towers with blocks and read The Poky Little Puppy 800 times in a row.

Credo in unum Deum

Clearly, I cannot resist taking a stab at defining what a modern ultra-Catholic is. Some temptations are difficult to resist. Briefly, in today's multi-descriptor world, an ultra-Catholic is one who is a believing Catholic, a fairly rare bird. The country is full of ex-, disagreeing, non-practicing, right-to-choose, leave-me-alone Catholics. They tell us that they are better than their hapless co-religionists who naively think Catholicism is credibly the most intelligent thing on the public or private scene. In the public area, the most often cited "authority" on what Catholics believe is the dissenter. Catholics are the one group about which no one has to speak accurately.

A be-knighted ultra-Catholic holds the Nicene Creed as true. He thinks divine authority exists in the Church. He knows that he, a sinner, needs forgiveness. But he does not make his sins into some social-justice crusade. He does odd things like go to Mass on Sundays, even in Latin. He thinks it is fine to have children. He prefers to work for a living. He also knows that the Church is under siege in the culture. He belongs to the real minority.


The above quote is by Rev. James V. Schall, S.J. who teaches political science at Georgetown University. His latest book, The Mind That Is Catholic, is published by Catholic University of America Press.

Read the whole thing at InsideCatholic.com

Today is the Feast of the Immaculate Conception and we ask Mary, ever Virgin, to pray for us that we may all be ultra-Catholic.

Sunday, December 06, 2009

Momma, I'm hungry!

Julia Ellen has been waking up between 1-3 am for the past week. I've been nursing her and putting her back to bed, but one night she was awake for 2 hours so I desperately tried feeding her oatmeal at 4 in the morning. Obviously she is not getting enough to eat (though she is still pleasantly plump) so we started her on mush and yogurt in addition to Cheerios and chopped up raisins. Hopefully she will start going back to sleeping through the night 'cause Momma is tired!

Friday, December 04, 2009

keeping the boys out of my hair

This week we invited Elizabeth, a local homeschooled teen into our home to assist me in my daily tasks. She played with the little boys, took them on walks, and read LOTS of stories to them. Tuesday was a little stressful because the big kids wanted to play too instead of doing their work, but Thursday ran so well that I had time to clean one of the bathrooms and run down to the camera shop and pick up my Christmas card photos. I cheated this year and used one of the 40 pictures I took of the kids up on the top of Mount Battie in Maine. No one has really changed all that much in 3 months and I hate coaxing them to all smile simultaneously as much as they hate hearing me say, "Just one more photo. Can you all look this way, smile, and not close your eyes?"

We finished up the last of 1st quarter's work today and I think it was partly to Elizabeth's help and my extra energy at having gotten that help. I'm looking forward to Monday morning (except for the leaving the house at 7am part) to check out the Catholic co-op and meet some fellow homeschooling moms.

Wednesday, December 02, 2009

super sensitive official Mommy hearing aids

My children can't hear me. It isn't their fault and it isn't a medical issue, its just that our house is on 4 floors so I'm constantly calling down the stairwell, "Hey, can someone bring me some grocery bags?" or "Get back up here and brush your teeth!" with no response. Maybe it is sadistic to wish for little electronic collars for each child so I could zap them instead of huffing and puffing up or down the stairs looking for that one child who forgot to make his bed. But my hearing is keen to the point of eeriness.

Last night I woke at about midnight and through the background noise of the fan I heard a little noise. A very little noise. There it was again but the pressure from my bladder increased in proportion to my alertness so I visited the kid's bathroom. As I was about to flush, I heard THE noise: Julia Ellen just starting to fuss. She is going through a growth spurt and obviously needs more milk. It amazed me that I could hear her breathing change as she woke up and realized she was hungry despite the fact that she was in another room with her fan going and the door shut. Maybe it is Mommy ESP, but I know that I certainly don't need that product advertised on the radio for auditory deficiencies.

Monday, November 30, 2009

Is the USS Homeschooler going down?

Sometime in the past year we have been transformed from a relatively calm homeschooling household to one that is barely staying afloat. The older children are mean, the younger ones whiny and I'm about to jump off the deck. While we have done lots of field trips, signed up for lots of lessons, and prayed the Rosary, things are out of control. Last week we decided to set up an appointment with the principal at the nearest Catholic school, so when my friend Delores asked after Mass, "How are you doing?" I replied, "Not so well."

"I'm about ready to give up, school is a constant struggle, the kids have few friends, and I'm lonely!" But Delores didn't bat an eye and pulled out her address book and a pen while saying, "You give this lady a call. She runs a Catholic co-op not very far away with all Seton students. It's once or twice a week and they do all their lessons for the week and have real homework. It also gives the moms the opportunity to get to know each other. It is a real blessing."

In less than one hour I had talked on the phone with the co-op leader, arranged with a local homeschooled teen to babysit the little ones two other days each week, and have a lot more confidence that we can right our listing and leaky homeschooling ship. I love teaching the children and don't want to give that up. But I need some help and it looks like I may have found it.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

treasure hunt

Charlie decided yesterday to take the cushions off the sofa and stuck his hand waaaay down behind the springs. "I found something!" he yelled with his little fingers gripping a Matchbox car. His hand plunged down again and snagged a book. I got into the spirit and felt around and before we knew it, we had found:

5 pencils
1 pen
3 puzzle pieces
3 holy cards
7 hair elastics
1 rosary
2 books (1 was a rather large library book of recent vintage, I'm so glad we found that one)
3 ancient keys
5 LEGOs
4 vehicles (including a very tiny surfboard)
a handful of rosary beads (we used to make them for the missions before Charlie put one in his ear)

I then plugged in the vacuum and sucked the crumbs and dust that have been accumulating for 10 years before putting it all back to rights.

Makes you want to examine under your own cushions, now doesn't it?

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

one child policy for America?

Robert Bonelli has written a very chilling piece at American Thinker about how, through government health care, we might see forced sterilizations and abortions to limit the "surplus population."

We talked about "death panels" in reference to the health care bills now under consideration by Congress, but another approach is simply to control the number of people entering the system -- new births. Naturally, it will all be "for the public good."

Should we be concerned? Consider that one of Mr. Obama's close advisors, his Science Czar, is John Holdren. Mr. Holdren is a radical thinker who can, and has, rationalized the use of forced population control if economic conditions warrant it. If government-run health care begins to reveal a shortage of medical care supply versus a dramatic increase in demand for medical care -- as is a predicted result of the legislation before Congress -- Mr. Holdren will be at the president's side with his suggestions. Those suggestions will be to force a downsizing of the population. A one-child policy will be an easy first step for this man and for this administration.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

carnival of homeschooling

Speaking of southside Virginia, Norfolk Homeschooling Examiner is hosting this week's carnival.

it's beginning to look a lot like Russia

It seems that a normal person can't breathe (or cough) these days without being charged with doing something illegal. Here around Washington, DC there are cops on every corner, cameras at every intersection, and brown shirt citizens who delight in ratting out their neighbor. People here are meaner than what I'm used to, both in southside Virginia and in supposedly uptight Yankee Maine. They cut you off in parking lots for the last spot, push their grocery carts in front of yours without a glance, and glare at you if they have to slow down to allow your passel of children to cross the street.

But our elected representatives show understanding, or do they? It becomes more apparent every day that politicians consider themselves above the plight of the common man. They exempted themselves for many years from paying into the Social Security Ponzi scheme and now exempt themselves from the same medical rationing bill they are trying to force down the throat of the American people. They block traffic for hours so they can buy groceries, and both here and in California they don't even obey the traffic laws.

SACRAMENTO, Calif. (AP) -
The Web site TMZ.com on Monday posted photographs of Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger getting into a silver convertible Porsche in a red zone, where no stopping, standing or parking is allowed. The celebrity site says the violation occurred Saturday in Beverly Hills.
The city typically issues a $90 citation to red zone violators.
The governor apparently didn't learn from his wife's mistake. Last month, Shriver was caught on video parking her Cadillac Escalade in a red zone in Santa Monica.
That tape surfaced after several other videos showed Shriver holding a cell phone while driving, another violation of California law.

Monday, November 23, 2009

where are they??

Until this weekend Julia Ellen had never been apart from her brothers and sisters. She apparently now needs to hear, "It's mine! No that is MY toy! MOMMY!!" to go to sleep at night, have small children haul her around by wrapping their arms around her middle to feel loved, eat treats from my plate on her high chair to satisfy her hunger, and have 5 children sticking their face in hers and saying, "Who loves baby best?" to make her smile. Mommy and a bunch of grownups just don't cut it. Little moppet and I sat in Grandmother's living room and chatted, went for walks, and shopped for Christmas gifts, but she wasn't happy. Her worst was at bedtime where she cried and fussed on and off until 2am. I thought I was going to jump out the window into the river to escape her fussing and my grandmother asking, "What is wrong with that child?"

It didn't dawn on me that she missed all the bickering, complaining, and arguing until we got to Mass and she looked around and her smile lit up the sanctuary. Children! Lots and lots (and lots) of slightly noisy, wiggling babies and toddlers and big kids. Her mood immediately dampened when we got in the truck and headed for home, but she was even more excited when we finally dragged in the door at 6pm and she saw the rest of her family. Joy! Bliss!

Friday, November 20, 2009

on the road again...

My whole childhood revolved around my grandmother's house. She watched us while Mother was working or going to grad school, helped us with our homework, fed us, and bought us clothes. Until I headed off for college I had never lived more than 15 minutes away, but I haven't been able to see her in over a year due to being pregnant, having a baby, and going to Maine.

Tomorrow baby Julia Ellen and I will hit the road southward to visit, put some flowers on Mother's grave, and perhaps eat a little BBQ. I've had such a horrible week that I'm looking forward to rolling down the windows in the truck, turning up the radio, and singing along real loud. I'm sure the baby won't mind hearing some country music, and if she does she can't complain too much.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

100 degrees F

Last night baby Julia Ellen started crying at 1:30am, an unusual occurrence. The poor little dear was burning up and I hunted madly for a thermometer, only to find a very old digital version that took 5 minutes of holding it under her armpit to finally determine a reading. After nursing her and holding her for almost an hour, I put her to bed and collapsed into my own. She is still hot today so we cancelled our outings and are planning stories, games, and perhaps a little movie time this afternoon so Mommy can get a rest. Guess who is going to be receiving a new temporal scanner thermometer in her stocking?

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

carnival of homeschooling

A Pondering Heart is hosting this week's carnival with a Homeschool Blog Award theme. I've had a tough week with too many activities, both my sewing machines on the fritz, and being accused of neglecting the children. I'm looking for a mother's helper and an incentive plan for Will and Mary to get their book reports finished. Any volunteers?

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

England is slipping into totalitarianism

Conservative talkshow hosts and bloggers have been warning that by allowing the Federal Government control over our health care, bureaucrats will gain the right to intrude into every aspect of our lives. News reports out of Canada and Great Britain have described in detail the rationing and death panels that are inevitable in a government run program. But even more shocking is the proposal that just by having a child in England means that any government worker has free access to your home in the name of "protecting children" and reducing healthcare costs.

Our house would be a virtual goldmine of violations for these people. No caps on the outlets, no locks on the cabinets, a babygate at the top of only one set of stairs, and no rubber guards on any piece of furniture. Amazingly enough we have been to the Emergency Room less than a dozen times in that many years of parenting. I don't have to be too paranoid to imagine an Orwellian England in which children are taken from their parents to be raised by "right thinking" government officials.

Health and safety inspectors are to be given unprecedented access to family homes to ensure that parents are protecting their children from household accidents.

New guidance drawn up at the request of the Department of Health urges councils and other public sector bodies to “collect data” on properties where children are thought to be at “greatest risk of unintentional injury”.

Council staff will then be tasked with overseeing the installation of safety devices in homes, including smoke alarms, stair gates, hot water temperature restrictors, oven guards and window and door locks.

Nice also recommends the creation of a new government database to allow GPs, midwives and other officials who visit homes to log health and safety concerns they spot.

The guidance aims to “encourage all practitioners who visit families and carers with children and young people aged under 15 to provide home safety advice and, where necessary, conduct a home risk assessment”. It continues: “If possible, they should supply and install home safety equipment.” UK Times

Saturday, November 14, 2009

a victory for marriage in Maine

On November 3rd Maine's #1 ballot initiative asked voters whether they wanted to repeal a law allowing same-sex marriage that had passed the Legislature and was signed by Democratic Gov. John Baldacci. The Catholic Church was instrumental in getting signatures on the ballot initiative, getting out the message, and getting out the vote. Every Sunday all summer there were inserts in the bulletin explaining the position of Bishop Malone to define marriage "as it has been understood for millennia by civilizations and religions around the world."

The opposition brought in gay activists from Seattle to claim that marriage is a "right," that same-sex marriage wouldn't be promoted in the public schools (but it has next door in Massachusetts), and wouldn't fundamentally change our culture.

Gay marriage has now lost in every state — 31 in all — in which it has been put to a popular vote. Five states have legalized gay marriage — Iowa, Massachusetts, Vermont, New Hampshire and Connecticut — but all did so through legislation or court rulings, not by popular vote. apnews

In this on-going struggle (we may have won the battle, but not the war) we did succeed this round. Many bishops across the US contributed to the effort, as well as many individual citizens.

Here is the list of the Top 12 Dioceses That Contributed to Support Marriage in Maine:
Phoenix $50,000 - Bishop Thomas Olmsted
Philadelphia $50,000 - Justin Cardinal Rigali
St. Louis $10,000 - Archbishop Robert Carlson
Kansas City, Kan.$10,000 - Archbishop Joseph Naumann
Newark $10,000 - Archbishop John Myers
Providence $10,000 - Bishop Thomas Tobin
Youngstown $10,000 - Bishop George Murry
Fall River $5,000 - Bishop George Coleman
Rockford $5,000 - Bishop Thomas Doran
Crookston $5,000 - Bishop Michael Hoeppner
Pittsburgh $5,000 - Bishop David Zubik
Arlington $5,000 - Bishop Paul Loverde

American Papist

Thank you to these wonderful bishops, if one of them is yours please tell them thank you from all Mainers!

Friday, November 13, 2009

carnival of homeschooling

Janice Campbell is hosting this week's carnival. I'm feeling a little miffed because yet again I submitted a post and it didn't show up on the carnival. It is not that big a deal, because after all, there are millions of Americans without jobs, wives who are waiting anxiously by the phone to hear from their husbands in Afghanistan, and people sitting in the hospital hearing ,"Your loved one has cancer," and for me to complain about being overlooked on the internet is a bit silly.

The real reason I'm upset is that we are supposed to go on a field trip to the National Gallery of Art today with the local homeschool group and I don't know where or when we are meeting. I signed up weeks ago and emailed the lady in charge and I'm obviously getting snubbed. I feel like the new girl at the local elementary school who doesn't know where the cafeteria is. But I'll get over it and if she doesn't tell me we will go anyway and have a marvelous time. 'Cause I'm not 8 anymore and if I can't find the lunchroom, I'll just go to McDonalds. So there.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

worth staying up for

Every so often I come across a passage in a novel that is so perfectly aligned with my experience that I wonder if the author and I are twins separated at birth. Last night I had a little too much chai tea and couldn't drift off to sleep and instead padded downstairs with a stack of books. Only after I finished the last page of Everyone is Beautiful did I climb back into bed.


It was nice to be doing something that was only for me. I had been longing for something that was just mine for years now. I had tried to explain to Peter once, and he had been obtuse about it. "The kids are yours," he'd said.
"They're mine, but they aren't me."
"But you are doing a great job of raising them."
"Sometimes," I said. "And sometimes they are unraveling every roll of toilet paper in the house while I sit on the sofa with my head in my hands."
"You can't tell me they aren't great kids."
"No," I said. "And I wouldn't want to."
"Peter had a gleam as if he'd won.
"But," I pushed on, "when Toby picks his nose and wipes it on the couch, I don't exactly beam with pride and say, 'I did that! That's all me!'"
Peter shook his head.
That was the tricky part. You poured inordinate amounts of time and attention and affection into your kids, but the result was indirect. You didn't point out a cat to you one-year-old and then watch him, minutes later say, "Cat." Instead you pointed out a hundred cats to your one-year-old and then one day, watched him point to a cat and say "Mama."
That was what I wanted Peter to understand-that everything you did for your children was filtered and refracted through their personalities. There was nothing you could take credit for. You just tried to hold yourself together, give them lots of hugs, get them in the tub at least once a day, and hope for the best.
What I needed so desperately, and did not have time in my life, was something I could point to and say, "I did that." Something that was a direct reflection of me.

Housework is only gratifying if no one disturbs the perfection of a polished coffee table neatly stacked with books, no one dribbles urine on the newly cleaned toilet seat, no one spills the bowl of popcorn kernels all over the freshly vacuumed rug. Cooking is only an art if no one grumbles during the partaking, "This is yucky. Can't I have cereal?" Children, as Katherine Center puts it so well, are not little puppets, able to recite Latin proverbs for their relatives on cue just to prove your parenting prowess. And they rarely say "Thank you," for all the work, time, sweat, and tears. This is why I blog, why I quilt. I need something that is mine and I can say, "I did this!"


I this wrote on my etsy profile which sums up this feeling: Quilting relaxes me, feeds my creative nature, and allows me to produce something that will last. With 6 children to take care of, sometimes my life only seems to be full of dirty dishes, laundry, and diapers. Quilting allows me to produce something of beauty and fills my life with color, order, and a finished product.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

chore chart

A few weeks ago, inspired by the story of the Duggar family, I instituted a chore schedule for the older 4 children. I was worn out every day by noon from trying to get every kid's teeth brushed, making and cleaning up from breakfast, starting school, and getting the bathrooms and floors clean.
If all the big kids were away all day at school I could manage it all, but attempting to do all this and teach 4 grade levels of material was impossible.

The chart is on the wall in the upstairs hall and each kid has a daily list of basic hygene items and 1-3 chores. Will and Mary alternate taking down the laundry and hauling it back up.
Other jobs they must complete are cleaning bathrooms, emptying trash cans, vacuuming the stairs, dusting, and cleaning up the playroom. They get paid on Fridays (I don't assign chores on the weekend), 3 cents per mark. They average about $1 a week, but I am finding that I am slipping back into the nagging mode again so starting tomorrow I am instituting a penalty. If they do the job they get paid, but if they don't do one they get a fine.

Monday, November 09, 2009

happy birthday to me!

After Mass on Sunday the girls and I went to La Madeline's for a light but scrumptious lunch to celebrate my birthday. I am in agreement with the majority of Americans who are trying to reduce their consumption during these tough economic times. Instead, I listed 3 crib quilts for sale on etsy.com in hopes of turning my hobby into one that pays for itself.





Sunday, November 08, 2009

depressed is one word...

WASHINGTON, D.C., November 7, 2009 11:15 p.m. Eastern Time (LifeSiteNews.com) - The U.S. House passed the historic health care reform bill Saturday evening by a very close 220 to 215 vote. The Democrats needed 218 votes to pass the bill. One Republican voted for the bill.

The bill includes the Stupak Amendment which basically contains the provisions of the long standing Hyde Amendment prohibiting any coverage of elective abortion by a government program.

The bill still requires approval by the Senate.



Yes, the USCCB made a statement that abortion should not be federally funded. But if they had come out 18 months ago and stated that voting for a pro-infanticide candidate for president was a moral sin than maybe we would not be in the situation we are in today. The federal government will exert more and more control over the lives of individual citizens to the point that we will be looking at the freedoms in China and Venezuela with envy. If I think about what has happened this weekend I feel sick. May God have mercy on us all.

Thursday, November 05, 2009

US Capitol

Yesterday we got up early and left the house at 8am heading downtown to a scheduled tour of the US Capitol (I wouldn't last long fighting this traffic every day). I packed extra clothes and nappies, a few Matchbox cars, and parked in front of our church near the closest Metro stop.

We arrived at Union Station with plenty of time before our tour so Will, Mary, Maggie, and I stayed and chatted for a bit with my cousin Ann who volunteered to watch the three little ones at her house before walking over to Senator Collins' office. After cooling our heels in the Dirkson Building for 20 minutes or so our tour guide escorted us on the little train that runs under Constitution Avenue into the basement of the Capitol. We wandered around the Rotunda looking at the statues and paintings, such as this rendering of the signing of the Constitution,


and the painting The Apotheosis of Washington, which was painted by Constantino Brumidi while suspended nearly 180 feet (55 m) in the air. It is said to be the first attempt by the United States to deify a founding father. Washington is depicted surrounded by 13 maidens representing the original colonies.



We wandered through Statuary Hall, featuring several American Catholics studied in Seton's first grade history such as Blessed Junipero Serra, who started 9 missions in California:

and the Crypt. We all rubbed our foot on the marble star that is the exact center of Washington, DC before peeking into the Old Supreme Court room

for a few minutes before our guide said that our tour was complete. "Won't we would be able to see the Senate and House chambers?" I asked. "Those need separate tickets, we can go back to the office and get them," she replied. Of course by then it was already lunchtime, Julia Ellen was likely getting very hungry, and my childless cousin was probably overwhelmed with the care of the boys. I wished that the staff member who I talked to on the phone had mentioned this to me last week, but I had to decline the too late offer.

Lunch resembled a quiz show with my cousin's husband grilling the children on their tour, schooling, and extra-curricular activities. His obvious disdain for our large family/homeschooling lifestyle, our politics, and our eating habits made it an uncomfortable experience so as soon as possible we took our leave. We finally arrived on our doorstep at 3pm, quite wiped out. It wasn't our best field trip to date, but at least I can check one more DC tourist spot off our master list.

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

carnival of homeschooling

The Informed Parent is hosting this week's carnival of homeschooling.

are we homeschooling if we don't open the books?

My week is turning into one long carpool. Yesterday we only hit the books for an hour before attending All Soul's Day Mass and then back-to-back piano and ballet lessons. Today was worse because due to various arcane rules I have not able to schedule Julia Ellen's 6 month well baby appointment and only by talking directly with the clinic was I able to convince them that denying her care until December was not an option. When I finally talked to a clinician they said the only open appointments were 7am or 9am today. I gulped and picked the later time. This only meant that I had to get all the kids up, dressed, fed, and out the door before 8am to fight the DC traffic instead of 6am. I circled the two available parking lots for 30 minutes trying to find a place to park. After missing my appointment time I called the clinic and they gave me a new appointment an hour later (why couldn't I have gotten that time in the first place?) Finally I pleaded my case to a cop (who was in the process of ticketing an illegally parked SUV), "I have been driving around and around with a baby who needs to nurse and two little boys who need to go potty!" They directed me to a parking lot that I thought was off limits and off we trundled into the building.

The first peds clinic clerk said I was in the wrong place and directed me to the other elevators, "4th floor" but the ones I thought she meant only go up to the 3rd floor. Timmy had the first of 3 morning meltdowns in front of the whole staff and other moms over being able to hog every book we brought but we managed to get through the checkup in record time and then headed downstairs to immunizations. (I won't mention that the elevator made one trip down with 4 children and no mommy) The wait was an hour due to folks getting the flu shot (no H1N1 was available) and finally, after 2 hours we crowded into McDonald's for a much deserved lunch.

Tomorrow we are heading downtown to tour the Capitol through Senator Collins' office while my cousin Ann watches the little boys, followed by lunch at her house. Thursday and Friday we will hopefully squeeze in a little schoolwork in between Scout meetings, American Heritage Girls, and ballet class. Good thing about homeschooling, we can do all those extra activities, the problem is knowing when to say, "enough, no more!"

Monday, November 02, 2009

I need a rewind please

Yesterday morning we all woke up refreshed from an extra hour of sleep, hustled the children into dresses and oxford cloth shirts, and headed off to 8am Mass. "My purse is stuffed with coloring books, extra nappies, and crayons. I don't need my wallet," I thought out loud before we left. As we pulled into the parking lot Tim spied a sign in front of the Knights of Columbus building, "Pancake Breakfast: 8-12 today." He suggested we go instead of hitting the doughnuts after Mass and I agreed saying that I would pay for it with cash left over from the Maine trip. I only remembered the left behind wallet at the end of Mass, "Never mind, go get your doughnuts kids," I whispered.

I so wish that I had stuffed that wallet somewhere in the car or my overstuffed purse, as when I was waiting in line for a cup of tea Charlie reached up and pulled a lady's cup of boiling hot coffee down his front. He started screaming and writhing on the floor. Tim acted fast, hustling him off to the bathroom to wet him down. Luckily his pants were heavy twill and nothing got through them, but he did get burned on his tummy. A little antibiotic ointment, some Tylenol, and a bandaid later he was better, but it was the open bag of Halloween candy that made him forget all about his injury. As I was holding his head and his seat belt strap away from his stomach so it didn't chafe on the way home, I keep thinking, "This wouldn't have happened if I had brought that wallet. We would be chowing down on the all you can eat buffet."

It amazes me that we haven't had more accidents with all these children but our guardian angels have been looking over us well. Charlie will recover, the kids will think twice about grabbing stuff, and I am looking forward to the next monthly breakfast. I think I'll buy a bigger purse just for the occassion.