When we were prepping for Valentine’s Day, I decided that after having to help Rachel address and sign her cards, there was no way on God’s green earth I could be a homeschooling mom. At least not to these children. We made it through all of four valentines before I stood up and declared that we needed a break because heads were about to roll.
Hats off to you, homeschoolers. You are better folks than I.
Turns out the break worked, and the next day she finished the additional four cards in a jiffy with no arguing and no Rachel-dawdling or SQUIRREL!
Her teacher assures me that she’s doing well, and that doing well means much more than writing their name. Sometimes she wants to, sometimes she doesn’t. Sometimes she focuses, sometimes she writes one letter, then starts doodling on the page, completely oblivious to my pleas to “Write an A! An A! An A, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AN AAAAAAAA!”
And now I’m finding bits of Rachel all over the house.
On the chalkboard.
In my notebook.
On my grocery list.
Some of them had interesting facial features.
This one got a little hairy…
GRRRRRR! ANGRY R!
HOLY CRAP, TWIN Rs, Y’ALL! Things just got freaky in here.
And this little dude. Not an R per se, but he still deserves a nod for having a smile on his face with teeth-legs growing out of his mouth. Does he walk on his teeth? Chew with his legs? We may never know.