The end of our first official year of high school is at hand. I feel like I should say something about it but I can't quite figure out what to say. The first thing that comes to mind is:
Only three more years left to get him ready to leave home.
Then the anxiety begin. Who will feed him? Who will be there to nag him to get his work done? Who will remind him to put a coat on when the temperature dips below 70 degrees?
I saw the state of his room this morning. And the trail of mud he left in my hallway when he was on his way outside. Things are looking bleak. It doesn't really ultimately matter if he can make excuses in Latin or evaluate my frequent nagging in light of the ancient Greek philosophers. I'm not impressed by such things. I'm a mother. If he dies of starvation because he can't get himself to the dining hall in time... well, what can I say? I have failed. Unless, of course, he dies in a state of grace. This is all very confusing to me. I think it will be very relaxing to have a newborn.
Some of you will be very gratified to learn that I have started a Facebook page for Blossoming Joy
because some of you like to read blogs that way. The rest of you may or may not be interested but I have to tell you about it anyway... because my ego is involved. I have one follower right now. I love her dearly and there is no good reason I shouldn't be content to have only her lovely face peering at me on that page... but like I said... ego. If you use FB, perhaps you could give me a thumbs up?
Please note that I have only the very vaguest idea of what to do there. My gratitude to Lena from Joyfilled Family
for getting me this far and my apologies to her for being a poor student.
Potty training is going extraordinarily well. Perhaps it is because I actually read my own post
on the topic (hello mama... quit freakin' out) but Little Cub and I are cruising through this. (All right, there was
that bad day when he drank a bunch of apple juice at a Confirmation party which just tore him up inside before he could figure out what to do.) The only difficulty we have had is with...um... containment. It's been a while since I've had a potty training boy in the house. Nine years to be exact. Aiming is key. He is so excited about being a big boy that he goes to the bathroom every time he gets even the mildest bodily cues... and he loves to use the big potty. He has no trouble climbing up there and hanging on. The challenge comes with trying to simultaneously balance himself and aim. So I splurged and bought this
I love it. He loves it. He puts it up there himself. It doesn't slide. It's comfy but durable. Half the price of similar styles (like Bumbo). He's true king on his throne. Recommended.
We had one of these in our house last week. It's a fishing spider (thank you, google) and generally hangs out around bodies of water. Apparently, they occasionally wander inside. I didn't know such things lived in Ohio and I'm awfully glad I wasn't the one who found it. The kids took care of it for me. I took a photo of it first and the thing was so big the flash gave it red eye in the pic. Gross. I departed to my quarters to avoid a swoon and later deleted the photo.
After reading Wheat Belly
, 15-year old Professor decided to give the wheat free diet a go. I thought it would last a day. Instead, we're going on weeks. He is now free from some gastro challenges that he always assumed were just a normal part of life. In addition, he lost 10 pounds in under 3 weeks without intending to. He would have said he was healthy before not even realizing what it would mean to be in better health. The healthy change has so motivated him that he can pass up wheat products with relative ease. Some background: The kid practically lived on bread before this change.
One of the challenges has been a lack of pizza. It has always been one of his favorite foods and we regularly have family pizza nights at a relatives house. This became a challenge until we found a recipe for gluten free crust in the Wheat Belly Cookbook
. I was very skeptical because it included things that I did not believe the boy would eat. Almond flour? Ground golden flax seeds? Come on. To my everlasting astonishment, the crusts are actually delicious.
I make the crusts in individual sizes so that they bake more quickly and store easily. If I make them ahead of time, we can just pull them out of the fridge and pop them in the oven with preferred toppings.
Professor is uncomplicated. Just cheese, please. I do give a good sprinkle of preservative free grated parmesan before the moz. That's about has jazzed up as he'll get with it though.
We have recently been gutting our closets and nooks and basically uprooting everything in our house (nesting instinct on
steriods a wheat free diet). I think I always knew how many books we had but at this moment, the collection is visually astonishing because it is all collected in one room. The consequence for me is not a desire to organize it and get our house finished... rather, I really just want to lay down and read a good book.
Forget a new read. We've got so much buried treasure that I'm compiling a small stack to reread this Summer. At the top of my list is The School of the Family: A Renaissance of Catholic Formation
. I love this book. Chantal Howard writes in an honest and real and beautiful way about the journey of the Catholic family and of homeschooling. My original review is Here
. If you haven't read the book, Summer is a wonderful time.
I am finally getting to the really pregnant stage. The "I can't sleep" stage. The sciatica tormenting stage. The "wow, I can finally see that labor might be an acceptable option" stage. It's the perfect time to have my house all ripped up, plan a vacation, wash all the baby clothes, prepare our paperwork for the school district, and spend some extra time with my family before my arms are fully occupied.
Can someone just bring me a good book and tuck me into bed? Thanks.