I need to take the time to sort my own thoughts and experiences with math, both for myself and for my children, but if you are unschooling (or homeschooling) -- which I assume you are if you have arrived here -- I highly recommend that you take the time to run (not walk) over to Laura Grace Weldon's blog and read...
1) Math Instruction versus Natural Math: Benezet's Example
and
2) The Benefits of Natural Math
Call that my linky-love for the week.
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Thursday, November 20, 2014
A Bedtime Free House
Last night the kids watched a movie after their dad and I went to bed. This is not unusual. The kids have been setting their own bedtimes since they were wee little. We've only had one rule from the beginning. If you are going to stay up late -- or at least past the point that other people in the house have begun to go to bed -- you just have to be respectful that others are sleeping. Staying up is fine. Keeping up people who would prefer to be sleeping is not.
I can barely recall maybe a handful of times when they were younger that I had to get up and say something to them about being too loud. Occasionally things would get rowdy when they had friends over, but even then, it seems like the kids were as likely to get things quieted down on their own as need my help.
The girls still share a room and it has only been since the oldest started college that I've heard grumbles between them about when the lights were turned out. The last time it came up, the oldest agreed that if she still had studying she wanted to do once her sister wanted to go to bed, she'd bring her stuff down to the kitchen table to work.
The only times I have made suggestions about bedtimes were when something was going on the next day that required us to be up and out of the house earlier than usual. And even then I always offered it as a suggestion. We have never had arguments about bedtime in our house. I have three teens that go to bed, most often, at what seems like fairly reasonable hours to me. They get up on their own. And they are pretty good at recognizing when they are sleep deprived and they take responsibility for fixing it.
Throughout this past summer, and it seems much of last winter, as well, the kids (often all 3 of them) joined my husband and I for our early morning walks, 3 days a week. This meant they were rolling out of bed at 5 am most mornings. Now I must admit here, that I had strongly encouraged each of them to find some physical activity that they enjoyed doing. As they'd gotten older, we were spending far less time at the park and playing outside. The recreation classes that they had once enjoyed participating in were no longer quite so plentiful for their age group. I admit, I was concerned that they were becoming couch slugs.
So we had given them a parental speech about maintaining an active lifestyle, and had told them that they could join us on morning walks until they figured out what they preferred to do. I was surprised, quite frankly, that it stuck. They, in fact, were quite often better about getting up and around in the morning than I was. Our morning walks became even more regular. For a long stretch while the weather was nice, we were walking 5 days a week!
This past week we've had morning temperatures in the single digits and head colds running through the ranks. The coordinated morning rise time has been disrupted. I'm starting my day with a few minutes of alone time. It feels like it has been many years since that has happened.
Last night, the kids stayed up and watched a movie. As I drifted off to sleep, I heard them talking and laughing. It must have been a scary movie. I woke up later to a shriek, followed by much louder talking and laughing. My husband set up in bed and called the kids in. They quieted immediately, and it was kind of funny to see them sheepishly gather in the doorway. Or maybe that was just a memory of days gone by. I am pretty adept at closing my eyes and drifting off again, but I heard the oldest one say, "I know. You're sleeping. We'll be quiet."
I can barely recall maybe a handful of times when they were younger that I had to get up and say something to them about being too loud. Occasionally things would get rowdy when they had friends over, but even then, it seems like the kids were as likely to get things quieted down on their own as need my help.
The girls still share a room and it has only been since the oldest started college that I've heard grumbles between them about when the lights were turned out. The last time it came up, the oldest agreed that if she still had studying she wanted to do once her sister wanted to go to bed, she'd bring her stuff down to the kitchen table to work.
The only times I have made suggestions about bedtimes were when something was going on the next day that required us to be up and out of the house earlier than usual. And even then I always offered it as a suggestion. We have never had arguments about bedtime in our house. I have three teens that go to bed, most often, at what seems like fairly reasonable hours to me. They get up on their own. And they are pretty good at recognizing when they are sleep deprived and they take responsibility for fixing it.
Throughout this past summer, and it seems much of last winter, as well, the kids (often all 3 of them) joined my husband and I for our early morning walks, 3 days a week. This meant they were rolling out of bed at 5 am most mornings. Now I must admit here, that I had strongly encouraged each of them to find some physical activity that they enjoyed doing. As they'd gotten older, we were spending far less time at the park and playing outside. The recreation classes that they had once enjoyed participating in were no longer quite so plentiful for their age group. I admit, I was concerned that they were becoming couch slugs.
So we had given them a parental speech about maintaining an active lifestyle, and had told them that they could join us on morning walks until they figured out what they preferred to do. I was surprised, quite frankly, that it stuck. They, in fact, were quite often better about getting up and around in the morning than I was. Our morning walks became even more regular. For a long stretch while the weather was nice, we were walking 5 days a week!
This past week we've had morning temperatures in the single digits and head colds running through the ranks. The coordinated morning rise time has been disrupted. I'm starting my day with a few minutes of alone time. It feels like it has been many years since that has happened.
Last night, the kids stayed up and watched a movie. As I drifted off to sleep, I heard them talking and laughing. It must have been a scary movie. I woke up later to a shriek, followed by much louder talking and laughing. My husband set up in bed and called the kids in. They quieted immediately, and it was kind of funny to see them sheepishly gather in the doorway. Or maybe that was just a memory of days gone by. I am pretty adept at closing my eyes and drifting off again, but I heard the oldest one say, "I know. You're sleeping. We'll be quiet."
Monday, November 10, 2014
Raising Writers
My post on Raising Children Who Love to Write went up at home/school/life today. I had difficulty focusing that piece enough for a blog post. When it comes to the subject writing, I guess I can write and write and write!
The fun part in preparing that piece was going back to look at my notes on what the kids were doing over the years. I'm sharing some of those journal entries here.
Munchkin Boy (age 12) won first place in the 2013 Kansas Book Festival Contest. He entered
an essay about Kansas stereotypes. His entry was titled, "Why do people
think Kansas is flat in the first place?" It’s hard to admit that he’s
getting paid more for writing than I am!
The fun part in preparing that piece was going back to look at my notes on what the kids were doing over the years. I'm sharing some of those journal entries here.
Journal
entries on writing…(ages added)
Middle Munchkin (age 3) started
drawing stick people this week. These people have circle heads with stick
bodies. Her drawings of people looked like balloons blowing in the wind, but
the balloons had eyes, noses, and big smiles. She assured me they were people.
***
Munchkin #1 (age 4) tells me stories and I type them. I
break the story into scenes and print the pages for her, with room for
illustrations. We read the sentences together and she draws the pictures.
***
Munchkin Boy (age 6) says he doesn’t need to know how to
write anything but his name. At this point, that’s the letter, K. “What if you
need to write something else, like a grocery list?” I asked. He said I could
write it for him.
***
Middle Munchkin (age 8) started writing a
new Harry Potter story this week. She says she can barely read her handwriting
from the one that she was working on last year.
***
Munchkin #1 (age 10) is still working on her story. She hasn’t asked me to read it in quite
some time. Middle Munchkin, however, has been reading it and she loves it. In the car
the other day, she said to Munckin #1, “It makes me feel like I’m watching it. It’s
really good. I love it.”
***
We had a conversation about using
spellcheck on the computer. Munchkin #1 (age 10) asked if I thought it was okay for
her to use spellcheck to correct her work. I said, “Absolutely, it’s a tool and
you should learn to use it!” Then she told me she did use it, but it felt a bit
like cheating. I find it interesting that she uses a word that I so strongly
associate with school and school work. I don’t think we’ve ever talked about
cheating before, though I suppose she’s come across the idea in other places,
television and conversations with friends.
***
Munchkin Boy's handwriting (age 11) is not neat, but his spelling is superb and
he can get his point across. When he types, I would say his composition is well
beyond his years. He’s slack on things like capitalization and punctuation. He
says taking the time to capitalize slows him down too much.
***
***
Middle Munchkin (age 13) continues her obsession with
learning to write with her left hand. I can hardly tell the difference now if
she writes with the left or the right. She sometimes practices mirror writing,
as well -- both hands writing at the same time in opposite directions!
***
Munchkin #1 (age 15) is keeping a journal. She doesn’t
share it with me, but I know that she is writing in it pretty much daily. She
says this is one of the things she most enjoys about our current routine.
Together we have been working on the mechanics of writing. Most of the time,
this is me providing paragraphs of text that she edits. Sometimes we use
worksheets we find online, but I enjoy creating my own. She does very well at
this. She will usually pick out every single
error, from punctuation to spelling.
***
I found out yesterday that Middle Munchkin (age 15) signed up
for one of those Coursera courses. For a couple of weeks now she has been
taking a beginning college composition class. I had no idea. I don’t know how I
missed it. When I asked her about it, she said, “You sent us that link and said
there might be some stuff there we’d be interested in. I really want to learn
to write well, so I signed up for it.”
***
Munchkin #1 (age 18) asked me to review a paper she had
written for her honors composition class this morning. It was a last-minute
request for a quick review before she submitted the piece to her instructor. I
found one misspelled word (a word spelled correctly, but not the word she was
going for). I suggested she rein in her frequent use of semicolons. “I know,”
she said. “I just really love semicolons.”
***
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