It is barely 10:30 in the morning.
My 3-year-old just pooped out an orange balloon.
We just discovered our THIRD litter of kittens in the outside garbage can, UNDER some wood scraps and junk we are afraid to move lest they crush the helpless kitties.
And we still have our formal book learning to do, you know the kind of school where there is a finished product you can point to and say “This is what we accomplished today.” At least the boys have a clear picture in their heads of the consequence of a Dad who lets his 3-year-old try to blow up an orange balloon. And a clear understanding of the digestive system – what goes in, and what comes out, particularly how the body disposes what it cannot use.
Yep. I showed them the balloon and tried to make a school lesson out of it. I’m just a desperate mom trying to educate my children with the tools I have on hand. My boys are now thoroughly prepped to handle fatherhood and to make wise food choices.
Thank goodness I have this blog to document the other kind of learning that is more subtle, even kind of nebulous.
Sorry, no pictures were taken to accompany this post. I have spoiled you people with gorgeous pics of my kids for too long. I expect you to use your imagination for today’s events. I will say that Prairie looked exceptionally cute in that jumper Bree made, the pale aqua one with tiny rose-colored flowers.