the children pootle on educating themselves these days.
Dare I say we’re into some sort of routine? I’ll whisper 😀
They each do maths most days. That’s the thing I’m strictest on – Big has not recovered her confidence fully from being moved on a little fast at school, and I feel that little and often is the best way to repair it. Having said that, the singapore maths that they both raved over when I first got it was sold on last week, as it had sat on a shelf unopened for months. Cleared quite a decent space 😉
Instead now it’s mathletics, and they are both on Year 5. That puts him a couple of years ahead, and her about half a year behind, certainly nothing to worry about. Especially as she’s doing it thoroughly – determined to get 100% on everything, so she goes over it again and again. I’m pleased with her attitude to it now. And when the singapore came off the shelf to be mailed, she insisted on keeping Yr 5 of that too, so she’s been looking at that a little.
They are both reading voraciously. Big is reading Pratchett – I won the four Tiffany Aching
books and she’s on the last one, I Shall Wear Midnight
, now. Small has read a Doctor Who book and reviewed it (his words exactly) as well as Billionaire Boy by David Walliams (they actually fought over that, which I tweeted and then got a response from David Walliams 😉 ).
And they swim and they’ve played golf and we go to music and home ed group and history and on those outings I mentioned before.
So life is pretty busy, but I don’t seem to actually do much educating. I explain words, assist with maths, reach things down, pick things up, provide experiences (or even send Tim out on them, like last weeks observatory visit, not really suitable for babies) and that’s about it. Turns out if you leave kids to it, they do learn. And play. And grow. Who knew?
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