As you may see the Clucky Ladies aka The 5 Rhode Island Reds has out grown there inside home and have now been moved outdoors. I guess it is up to Lillie and I now. She looks worried but I am not afraid.
Living in a house with a bunch of boys isn't always fun. There is always pee on the the floor and the toilet seat left up, smelly aromas that follow disturbing noises in the the night AND in the day. Luckily Baby Lillie and the Clucky Ladies are helping me shift the male dominate energy of the house. We shall over come!
My oldest son has loved working with clay since he was about 4 years old. Here are some photos of a few of his creations. Some are from main lesson work and some from his love of all things Pokemon.
This one if from his first attempt at making a claymation movie.
This is the totem pole he made while studying the NW Pacific Indians in 3rd grade.
This is my absolute favorite! He is sculpting a pyramid being made by the Hebrew slaves. Inside is a sarcophagus of the Pharaoh with a mummy inside of it. Malachi only uses non hardening Everything's A Dollar $1 a pack clay. He made this mummy from the inside out. It has organs and skin under the mummy wrappings. I snapped this picture right before I went into a session with a client. (Malachi was homeschooled at work with me until i shut the business down.) When i came out of the session 1 hour later he had destroyed it saying he had ran out of brown! Oh! I was heart broken. It was truly an amazing piece and i only snapped this one picture. I wish I could have captured more of the detail. Perhaps he will recreate a version of it next year while we study Ancient Egypt (Gr5). 
This piece is from another clayanamation movie he made. If i figure out how to post movies I will add it. 
This is one of his Pokemon carrying a Lego person. If Malachi was sitting beside me right now he would be pointing out his name and such, but he is off with his Dad this weekend. (I may have to edit when he returns)
And this is my boy. Sneaky little guy. I was cooking something and looked down to see him looking up at me like this. Sometimes he just freaks me out! I love him so much.
Trinity wasn't about to let this building opportunity pass him buy. He grabbed up his half of the juice carton and got to work!
Later in the week we worked on spiral graphs. The boys had great fun discovering the different patterns that can be made using the circle shapes and different hole positions. Here they are showing off there work.
WOW, It is April already! This school year started out looking great. I planned and planned and wrote out lessons, had tons of amazing ideas. The world held such promise. Then our life took a turn, a good turn that entailed many changes. We began renovating my sisters old cottage house near my hometown. What a project! Chris and I had never done work like that before. We hung drywall, bead board, put down new floors and carpet...this house is over 100 years old and there is no such thing as square in this house. So we finished in December just in time to cram our 1200 sq ft worth of stuff into our new to us 750 sq ft home. God love us!
In the mean time school was put on hold. I had to rearrange my wonderful plans, not to mention my 6yo was not as ready for first grade as i thought he was going to be and my 10 yo began to display or better I say I finally realized his reluctance to reading and writing has roots in dyslexia. SO...I was back in the planning mode when i wasn't cutting and measuring at the little house. Our rhythm was shot, but i had high hopes to get it back once things settled down. But you know what, it never did.
Perhaps a week after we moved in, Christmas Eve, I got a phone call that my mother was in the hospital. ICU. My sister and I would look heartless to anyone who doesn't know this pattern, exhaled and gave a half eye roll. Her Spirit visited me that night though as i tried to sleep, she was scared and needed me. I went to her the next day to find her so frail. I had never seen her so sick. She had sores on her body and tubes everywhere. She was barley alive. A few days later they were telling us we needed to make decisions about her life support. This may have been the hardest day. Well actually the night before was the worse, going into the hospital was hard. We had made our decisions and bravely walked into her room and the woman opened her eyes and looked at us! I was filled with such a great happiness and an equally horrifying sorrow.
Now it is time (my scheduled, preplanned time) for school to begin again; First Monday in January 2010! That Monday the boys and i spent running from hospital, to lawyer to social security office etc. In efforts to help mother. And it has been that way pretty much ever since.
Over the last 2-3 weeks as her rehab has taken her from bedridden to independant, and my generosity has moved into resentment, my visits are now down to once a week. We got 2 days into our rhythm before Lillie came to stay with us. Uprooted again! So here we are. Still trying to have somewhat of a school day. The boys did learn how to ride bikes, a task of healing for Malachi. We are getting outside now that the weather is warm. We are raising chicks, 5 Rhode Island Reds. Building a chicken coop and loving every bit of life that we can.
In the mean time school was put on hold. I had to rearrange my wonderful plans, not to mention my 6yo was not as ready for first grade as i thought he was going to be and my 10 yo began to display or better I say I finally realized his reluctance to reading and writing has roots in dyslexia. SO...I was back in the planning mode when i wasn't cutting and measuring at the little house. Our rhythm was shot, but i had high hopes to get it back once things settled down. But you know what, it never did.
Perhaps a week after we moved in, Christmas Eve, I got a phone call that my mother was in the hospital. ICU. My sister and I would look heartless to anyone who doesn't know this pattern, exhaled and gave a half eye roll. Her Spirit visited me that night though as i tried to sleep, she was scared and needed me. I went to her the next day to find her so frail. I had never seen her so sick. She had sores on her body and tubes everywhere. She was barley alive. A few days later they were telling us we needed to make decisions about her life support. This may have been the hardest day. Well actually the night before was the worse, going into the hospital was hard. We had made our decisions and bravely walked into her room and the woman opened her eyes and looked at us! I was filled with such a great happiness and an equally horrifying sorrow.
Now it is time (my scheduled, preplanned time) for school to begin again; First Monday in January 2010! That Monday the boys and i spent running from hospital, to lawyer to social security office etc. In efforts to help mother. And it has been that way pretty much ever since.
Over the last 2-3 weeks as her rehab has taken her from bedridden to independant, and my generosity has moved into resentment, my visits are now down to once a week. We got 2 days into our rhythm before Lillie came to stay with us. Uprooted again! So here we are. Still trying to have somewhat of a school day. The boys did learn how to ride bikes, a task of healing for Malachi. We are getting outside now that the weather is warm. We are raising chicks, 5 Rhode Island Reds. Building a chicken coop and loving every bit of life that we can.
This is Lillie, my 5 week old great niece. Most mornings until mid to late afternoon, I am blessed to be the care giver of this precious little one. She arrives early, before my children wake. We enjoy a bottle and cuddle while listening to lullabies. She reminds me of the simple times, being a new and single mom to Malachi. Oh, how we would rock and nurse the day away. Lillie has reminded me that my boys, my babes are still so small. Of course now they are 6 and 10 years old and growing like sunflowers but i look into Lillie's eyes and remember. Ah..my babies, and I am thankful they still need me. She reminds me that just as i cater to her needs with love and openness in my heart I too need to show the same love and openness to my sons. There needs and the way they express them may be different than this lovely little girl but they are equally important.
Here are my boys helping mom out while she needed a potty break.
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