We celebrated. I’m sure we will continue to celebrate.
We went to the fair.
It serves as the white flag of surrender to the beginning of our school year.
And the end of a small part of childhood. Two have graduated from . . . the tractors.
They may not be able to ride tractors . . . but they can dream big.
Tonight it was ice cream and Little House on the Prairie.
I’m sure I’ll find some other excuse to do something fun this week.
Before I have to be diligent. Disciplined. Mature.
The students are ready. The school room is almost clean and organized. Welcoming. Beckoning us to visit and stay awhile.
I want to be in there this year.
So do they.
Let me announce our roll call!
- God. Because of who He is and what He has called us to do . . . to be . . . to teach our children. God is who I call upon first for our future school days.
- Asher . . . who will be finishing first grade and entering second grade some time this fall . . .
- Ezra . . . my kindergartener.
- Gabe . . . my Tot School and preschool scholar.
- Naomi . . . Tot School launch-ee (is that a word?) and professional observer.
- Ruth . . . guard dog. She’s sleeping right now. However, we will work on correctly using a remote training collar.
Overseeing this dance of learning . . . the Engineer . . . our principal.
He and I are tight. In love you might say.
Quite possibly the best principal I have ever worked for.
Click here to see what we are studying . . . but it kind of has radically changed since I posted about it!