Showing posts with label unschooling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label unschooling. Show all posts

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Just Chillin' in Salt Lake City



It was nice to settle back into a campground with proper heating and me not driving. 

The first place in Salt Lake where we had a reservation reneged when they found out we were a bus conversion.  I tried not to be upset about this.

There was another place relatively close to town that said they had no problem taking us.

It was better anyway.  The new place had a great playground, a cute yard for each RV, and an indoor hot tub + laundry facilities and a fully stocked camp store.

Everyone was feeling pretty refreshed and peaceful.

Maeryn decided to take a turn washing the dishes.

Those are her feet up there on the stool. 


Jonah donned Michael's headphones and delved back into the world of Skyrim. 


I got out the good camera and took a lot of pictures.


No one seemed to mind.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

In the Absence of My Other Half: Part 1 (Missy)


We used this magnet to follow Michael's journey across the country.

We knew it would happen eventually.

Michael told his work back in Maryland that if they needed him in the office he was willing to go back from wherever we were whenever it happened to be.

One of his bosses requested that he come back this week.

We researched the most cost-efficient methods for him to get back to Maryland and we settled on a three day journey by bus and then flying back to the Seattle airport.

He would be gone nine days total.

I admit that I was a bit panicked.

I knew no one in Seattle.  I knew no one in the state of Washington!

I would have to get out of the heart of the city after leaving him at the Greyhound station and on the crazy big highway back to the our campground.

The people at this campground were kind of mean.

There were no other kids around.

I felt overwhelmed.

And March, when this happened, is always the beginning of my seasonal depression.

I know that there are plenty of women and men who deal with the absence of their spouses on a regular basis.  Military wives whose husbands go on tours of duty and into scary situations for months - sometimes years at a time.  I know there are husbands and wives who go on business for weeks and months in foreign countries.  I know I'm one of the lucky ones.  In fact, this would be the longest we've been apart in the past eleven years.  That all by itself just made it... well... hard.

I tried not to cry at the bus station.

I made it out of the city without killing myself or anyone else.

I even figured out stopping for Maeryn to pee and got food for the kids on the way home.

When I got back, I told myself:  You cannot panic.  You cannot get depressed.  You have to be strong.

I wrote down a long list of activity ideas on our white board.

I went outside to play with the kids.

We got out some movies we hadn't watched yet and watched them.

And we made our own ways of waiting.





I kept track of how many days until Daddy came home on the white board above the list of activities and below the weekly menu.

I send Michael a picture of the number each day.

I will say this:  texting and sending pictures makes life about a zillion times easier than when I was trying to maintain long distance relationships in college.  A ZILLION times easier.

Michael sent me pictures as he passed through each state and we moved his magnet along the cloth map on the ceiling of the bus.  We texted a lot.

I sent him pictures of what I was doing with the kids.





We went on a hike and played on the swings.


When we were tired and cold we came inside and I got out some paper, taped pieces together, and we made our own board game.

First we made one all together.


The next morning, I got up and Jonah was already at the table making his own board game.  Maeryn and I soon followed suit, and we had four fun games to play together.


Once everyone was dressed, we decided to check out the Family Lodge at the campground.  It was supposedly open today.


It was pretty big!

We also took advantage of the cool wooden playground outside the lodge.  We played all sorts of modified tag games.  I made sure we stayed until everyone was completely played out.


The next day both kids wanted to go back to the lodge to make crafts.

There was a craft activity listed on the calendar for the day for $3/person.  I grabbed my wallet and backpack and we drove over to the lodge.  Unfortunately, the craft had been canceled for the day.

Both kids still wanted to make a craft.  At the lodge.

So we went back, packed a bag full of crafty stuff and then drove to the lodge again.

We spent a few hours making snowflakes (okay, failing at making snowflakes - Michael is the snowflake maker in the family) and creating cut-out puppets.



Each night, before sleeping, we called Michael and read the first book in the Heroes of Olympus series aloud over the phone.

This night, he wasn't able to participate.

I wasn't sure what to do.  I was sad not to be able to hear his voice over the phone, but trying to keep it together and figure out some other fun thing.  I asked if they wanted to go ahead and read without him but they didn't want him to miss the next part of the story.

"What should we do?"  I asked.

Jonah smiled and ran to his bed.  He'd been reading a book in secret the past two days and had gotten most of the way through the first chapter.  Now, he brought it out to me and offered it up as the "read-aloud" book for while Dad was away.

The book was called Inkheart.


Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Unschooling and Spelling


Writing, reading, grammar, and spelling: life skills.

One of those things people worry about when they start down the unschooling path: How will he learn to read?  What is she never learns to spell?  What about proper grammar?

Reading, writing, and spelling have, of course, been ongoing journeys in our household for both of our children.

Jonah is nine years old.  He was working on writing today, so we'll focus on his journey for now.

Jonah began reading and writing at a very young age.  He expressed interest in both things around age two, and so we began offering opportunities for him at home.  We read aloud to him often from high interest material, and I admit I played the teacher a bit on our home blackboard and we talked about cat, mat, hat, and rat.  He was progressing really well until he went to preschool, which was really the beginning of our unschooling journey. 

Since pulling him out of institutional education, we have had our share of worries about his progress.

At first he fell rapidly behind.

He was not reading at all.  He said he "couldn't read" and writing was absolutely out of the question.

I agonized over this but I tried to focus on relationship.  I tried to focus on love and passion and follow Jonah's own path.

As a former public school educator this was tough.

But we managed with a few setbacks.

We focused on what he wanted to do right now, and what he was interested in right now.

He had never lost his love for story, so we read many of them.

Never forced.  Always offered or asked for.  We read the entire Harry Potter Series, The Chronicles of Narnia, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, and many others.  For the most part, this was enough.  He didn't wish to read on his own and we didn't force it.

We did allow him to play video games that caught his attention. 

We did read for pleasure while he was around.

We did comment on articles and about how much we were learning personally from reading on the internet or in magazines.

We did read those things aloud to him when he wished it or asked.

We did make grocery lists and ask for his input.

We did buy MAGIC: The Gathering cards when he asked and took him to the local comic book store to play with adults and teens and kids around his age. 

We did get him a DS when we had the money and his own computer.

We did sometimes put closed captioning on movies we were watching.

And all of these things were observed, processed, and tucked away.

And then we noticed: he was reading.

He was reading captions on movies and he was reading instructions on video games and he was figuring out what his Magic cards could do without asking for me to help him.

This didn't happen over night. 

There was a lot of in between.

Panic on my part: what if he never reads?  Should I be pushing this? 

Oh but every time I pushed he went backward.

Every time.

So reading happened slowly and on its own.

A few months ago he finished reading his first novel independently. 

About a month ago he wrote a postcard to friends back home without asking for my help.

He wanted to write to them.  He saw the importance of communication: I write postcards to a list of eight people every time we change states.  Sometimes I add more friends or family members to this list.  He saw that.  He wanted to participate.  He wanted to do it privately and independently.  And so he did. 

One of the toughest things about this process is the asking.

There is a lot of asking around this place.

I hear the words, "How do you spell...?" many times each day.

Some days more than others.

Jonah doesn't have lists of spelling words.  He spells the words he wants to use when and as he wants to use them.

He reads fluently now and his vocabulary is voluminous.  We still read a lot of books together.  Right now we're reading Inkheart (and by together, I mean I read and he listens to as many chapters as I can muster and when I run out of voice sometimes he makes me tea so he can hear more of the story).  He is reading The Adventures of Tin-Tin.  He knows many words.

Today he decided he wanted to write a spell book and create a wizarding school for his sister to attend.

He worked on the book for about an hour this morning.  He knew some of the words but most of them he asked me how to spell.  He wants to get it right.  He wants to spell it perfectly.  He doesn't want to guess.  And so he writes in pencil and he asks a lot of questions.  And in the end he has something useful that he can be proud of.

He and Maeryn have been outside most of the morning practicing the spells he created with their Magi-Quest wands from Great Wolf Lodge.  They made capes out of their fleece blankets.  They are using Jonah's book as reference material. 

When Maeryn says "I don't know how to read," during their lessons, Jonah patiently points to a word he wrote with his own hand and tells her what it says.  They help each other.  They grow together.

We all do.

That's how unschooling works.


Friday, April 11, 2014

Crater Lake and An Adventure in Finding Gasoline


Michael really wanted to see Crater Lake.

I didn't know anything about it before the trip, but he knew, and he wanted to go there.

So we planned a venture into the snowy wilderness.

The gas gauge was reading a little low, but not too low, so we went on out of town assuming that there would surely be gas on the way...

Not so much.

By the time we got into the heart of the park we were well below empty.  There were signs for gas stations near the visitor's center but everything was "closed for the season". 

We tried not to panic.

We were at the top of a mountain.  We figured we could just coast down in neutral.

But which way to go?

We knew that the way we came had no gasoline for miles.

How about the other way?

We figured it was worth a shot.

GPS wasn't working, so we couldn't consult it.

Just a guess.

We coasted down the hill.

No gas station.

Nothing.

Two houses.

We started the car again - we didn't know how much gas we had left in reality, just that the needle was far below the "E".  We drove thirty seconds and then Michael pulled over.

He'd seen something.

Gas tanks in front of a house.

Did we dare ask for help?

Did we dare ask for some of their gasoline?

Michael did.

He went and knocked on the door, explained the situation.

An elderly gentleman exited onto the porch.  He told Michael that all the gas stations within twenty miles had closed, he got gas delivered to his house because of it.  He would give us some.  $30 for a fill-up.

He was a little grouchy about it.

I didn't blame him.

Why should he help us at all?

Then he saw the kids in the backseat and his frown quite literally turned upside down.

He loved kids.

He chatted then about life and times in the area and about their gas situation.  He asked about our life, our kids, our journey.

We were so thankful.

We waved and he sent us on our way, back up the mountain.

"Have fun!" he shouted.

So now we could be there, and we could enjoy ourselves.

There was a lot of snow.

Did I mention that?

Of course the kids opted to wear flip-flops.



"I didn't know it would be this cold!"




We all laughed.


Maeryn threw some snowballs. 


Jonah, Maeryn, and I looked at the lake as quickly as humanly possible and then raced back to the car.

Michael decided to go back and take it in a bit longer.

It was windy!  And cold!  And... snow!


Michael got some gorgeous shots:




And with a full tank of gas, we headed back down the mountain.

Welcome to Oregon.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Pit Stop




On our way toward Oregon we drove alongside a river.  I don't know the name of this river, only that it was beautiful and powerful and full and beckoning.

When we found a place to pull off, after watching her flow and tumble down cliffs and through mountains, we took the opportunity.

Maeryn wanted to stay in the bus.

We were all a little upset by this, because all of us wanted to go down to the water.

There was a lot of conversation, and finally, a compromise.

Jonah and I would go down together first, then Michael could go solo and have a private reprieve.

We hustled down the steps.


COLD water.  Rushing water.  Mighty river.



We had to throw stones.



We had a contest to see who could make the biggest splash.


I think Jonah won.

It didn't matter much.


We found a little trail and followed it to a sparkling waterfall.

The camera ran out of batteries about then, so we headed back to the bus.

I put some rice on the stove for dinner, and Michael headed out.

Jonah wanted to go back.

And suddenly, Maeryn wanted to go too!

So the three all went, and it was I who got the private reprieve.


Michael shot all of the following on his excursion with the kids.








They came home to hot stirfry.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Leaving Too Soon




Leaving Northern California was sad.

Not because we felt like we'd "found our spot" or because we'd made great friends, but because it was so beautiful, powerful, and awesome.  I could spend a lifetime exploring the forest, the shoreline, the cuisine - but we'd decided we needed to sort of up the ante on the trip a little bit and start moving faster.  All of us were longing for "home". 

On the way out we parked next to the ocean so Michael could finish out his work day (5AM - 1PM Pacific Time).  The kids got out to play.




I watched them for awhile like this ^.

Then I went outside to see what they were engaged in and get a few more shots before we had to pull out.




Two Lovies were getting married.

It was a beautiful ceremony.

 





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