From the mind of Camie.....

I came home from town today with many needed items, one of which was a box of trashbags for the kitchen trashcan. Camie said they had taken the full trashbag out while I was gone and didn't have one to replace it, so she made a note and taped it to the trashcan. She told me it said don't put trash in the trashcan. I found the note a while later. Reading and spelling are a struggle for her, so it'll take some deciphering:

SOP (Stop)
Doo  not poot thash in the thashckcn. (Do not put trash in the trashcan.)

To help the (other) non-readers in the family she drew a picture of the trashcan.

Normally I avoid any jokes about passing gas, but this time I couldn't help but laugh at her note and then tell her what she really wrote. Of course, all 3 big kids thought it was hilarious, even more so that Mama was laughing with them.

Later we were talking about babysitters. She asked why I hadn't asked one of the moms from church (who has a teenage daughter) to babysit them and I explained that grown-up, married ladies like to be home with their husbands in the evenings, but teenage girls don't really have home responsibilities like a married lady does, so babysitting is fun for them. They get to play with kids and earn money. Camie said, "Yeah. 'Cause then they can buy bubble gum." Camie will nickel and dime herself away with gum, so surely everyone does that; blows their babysitting money on Bubblicious.

~~Rose

And some pictures.....

The girls were excited that it was cool enough for long sleeves and jeans. They picked out the same shirts without knowing what the other was going to wear, and Felicity thought this was great. Here they are racing before breakfast. (Don't be too impressed. It was 9:30. See the little blue hat peeking out from behind the tree? That'd be Micah.

We've been using Madeline as a Unit Study this week, so we learned about the body. (Madeline had her appendix out in the story.) Here we made a wearable body, with working lungs (plastic bags on straws) stomach (plastic bag on cardboard tube) into which we dropped some chocolate chips through the esophagus, and then we labeled everything. They had a lot of fun making and wearing this.

Another week we were reading The Story of Ping and learning about China. So that Saturday the girls and I made a very simplified version of  Chinese Moon Cakes, which was basically a butter cookie into which we pressed an indention with our fingers and filled it with jelly. They were very buttery, and very good.

Yet another week, we read Lentil, a story about a boy that can't sing or whistle, but he becomes an excellent harmonica player and saves the day when an important man comes to town. One line in the book says, "His favorite place to play was the bathtub, because there his tone was improved 100%." We couldn't find our harmonica all during the week that we were reading this book, but finally on Saturday Felicity located it. Outside. Micah was walking around wheezing on it and I wanted to see what he would do, so I casually commented, "I wonder if you could improve your tone 100%." He stopped playing and looked at me for a few seconds then ran to the bathtub to try it out. Little sister joined him and approved of his talent.

Here are 3 of our Homeschool Boys. We have a co-op class every week or so, and this one was story telling. Each family chose a story to act out and brought props. We did Little Red Riding Hood and Micah was our woodsman with his sword/gun.  Here they were just watching some of the other performers. Sitting beside him is one of his best buddies in the group, Jackson . (Sara, that's Lindsay (Shirley) Whitaker's son, and Sawyer, on the left is Kathy Eubanks's youngest. )