|Helping LarryD take over the internet one week at a time.|
School started last week for #1 and this morning for everyone else. I love the first day of school where they all are eager, listen well, and work hard, and I don't have to spend any of my day nagging them to get back to work. It's the day I lie to myself that it will always look like this:
|School at the kitchen table|
I ended last year frustrated with my ability to help #3 control his ADHD long enough to learn well. What do you do with a boy whose body needs to be constantly in motion? This year I have a plan.
#1 did her college algebra homework last night in the near frantic What-if-I'm-not-perfect-? manner which has defined her school career up until now. She worried and fretted and then got a 100 on the electronic assignment. (On line math homework that grades itself! I love it!) She grinned at us sheepishly as she realized that she knows the material and might just want to take a deep breath and calm down a bit.
#5 started kindergarten this morning. It went pretty well, and he begged to do more. I just wish that when he was younger that he'd