I'll tell you when I'm ready to get up.

Monday, September 12, 6:50 AM

Johnny goes up to wake Liam. We've gotten in the habit of waking up Liam first - he tends to take the longest to warm up in the morning. It may be genetic. Liam comes wandering down, bleary eyed. He gets to the living room and looks at the kitchen table, disappointed.

Liam: "Where's everyone else?"

Kat: "Still sleeping. We woke you up first."

Liam: "But I thought breakfast would be on the table. Breakfast isn't on the table."

Kat: "The bowls are out. The spoons are out. The cereal and milk are out. The oatmeal's done. What do you want?"

Liam: "You're supposed to wait for me to wake up on my own. I'm going back to bed."

And he did. For 10 minutes. Until HE decided he was good and ready to get up.


Update:
Liam brought home some work from last week. They have a "work plan" for each week. It is a chart, listing the 5 days across the top and the 5 categories of work down the side. The idea is to give them a guideline for what needs to be done each day and a way to mark it off as it gets done. The second day they worked with the plan, Liam completed every task required of him. The teachers were THRILLED as this was really unusual for a first year student, especially one who has never attended a school with this philosophy. He is also doing four place math. He's doing problems such as 2431+5262. It's amazing to see him suddenly writing words and numbers and dating his work. Amazing.

Maddie is pretty stoic, so it's sometimes hard to get out of her what she really thinks about school. I know she loves having lunch with Isabella on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. It seems like the afternoon kindergarten does some really neat things: playing soccer, going for nature hikes, baking their snack. Last week, they took care of the goats.

It was nice to have the day with just Isabella today. Every morning, once the kids are gone to school, Little Jeremy next door knocks on our door. Every morning. I open the door. "Can Miss Abella come out to play?" Isabella yells from the kitchen, where she is undoubtably eating, "Is that Little Jeremy?" (Ironic, because 'Little Jeremy' is older than her, but smaller) And she runs out to swing on the swingset with him.

That's all for today. Early night in for the babies - Monday night football starts an hour earlier, here in the Hoosier state. Did you see that brawl!?!

Kat