We'll get good at it, find our stride.
It's been a very sweet couple of days. Today we also had b.g. and that was the real test.
But, as I told myself, I've taken care of a baby and a toddler before.
It's the same.
There were a couple short-handed moments, like at lunch time, getting p.j. fed and also b.g. and the other kids rushed to help. Julia loves to help b.g. with his meal. This winter she's taken it on as her job, slicing up the banana, sprinkling out the berries and green beans.
There was no crying, no trouble, just an awful lot of hugging and toys strewn around.
b.g. was actually snoring here
Tim spent the afternoon doing this. It was attacked by b.g. a couple months ago, this huge Christmas gift project, so we took it all apart and bagged up the bits, along with the directions. Today Tim decided to reconstruct it. This counts for homeschool, doesn't it? I think yes.
James did his laundry and held the baby while I got her bottles ready. That's somewhat educational, perhaps? Little Jay's coming home this weekend. He's actually the really good math teacher. James understand him better.
Last week I got after James about being a slacker on his packets. "You don't even try." A couple hours later he tossed me his packet, and I gave it up. He did a little research, filled out things, wrote coherently in complete sentences and paragraphs about Stonehenge and coral reefs.
It's over.
He's educated enough to manage next year in high school. We're just playin' now. The job is done.
Here's a mama who's happy to get back home again.
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