Our Days in the UK

Poetry teatime is sort of a "thing" in home ed circles, originally inspired by the Brave Writer curriculum. Traditionally it happens on Tuesdays, and the idea is to introduce kids to poetry while savoring tea treats and making memories. I have always loved the idea, but a weekly tea hasn't worked in our schedule for a variety of reasons, and consequently we never did teatimes at all. Then, as I was planning our 2020 home education year, it occurred to me that we could do a poetry teatime monthly instead. This works perfectly for us for a number of reasons: one, I already try to have a theme for our learning each month, so I can just fit tea time in with that theme; two, I can handle prepping a fancy tea once a month even with a new baby; three, it fits better into our schedule by giving us space in the other weeks to explore other interests. This is especially important for Justin who, in his own words, likes poetry "okay" but doesn't "

And just like that, another year, two years in the UK, and another breakfast in the pub we visited on our very first morning as immigrants. Hope you all have a blessed new year and decade!

As they say here in England, "Happy Christmas" to all. Actually, it's very interesting how frequently people here say Merry or Happy Christmas instead of using the more politically correct versions so prominent in America. Eric even received a Christmas email from a work organization, which would be totally unheard of in the American academy. But I digress. Mostly, I'm popping on here to say a quick merry Christmas. We had a nice holiday, despite having returned from our ski trip to France only three days ago, despite a messy house and Justin getting chilblains in his toes. Despite our tub clogging up and needing an emergency plumber. A home ed mom friend sent a message that said something like, "You have a to do list a mile long and only half is going to get done. But they won't remember the messy house or imperfect meal. They will remember if you go crazy. So ditch the list." Well, I definitely did that this year. For example, we had no de

We took a last minute ski trip to the French Alps because the snow was really good. Never mind that we had been home less than two weeks from Amsterdam, that Christmas is looming and I have no presents for anyone, and that Katie is only four months old....No, when the snow is good, we go skiing. It is Katie's first time seeing the snow and she is entranced by it. Except the part where a cold wind blows on her face... We're staying in a beautiful resort nestled in the mountains at Tignes and Eric and the kids can ski right from our door. Katie and I are holding down the fort in our apartment while the big kids tackle red runs and moguls. They still adore skiing, especially Justin. We drove here, taking our car through the Chunnel. It is a looong drive, but I think worth driving because packing is so much easier that way. And we could bring all our food, which is especially important now that Eric is dairy and gluten free. But ask me again whether driving

If we dedicated our first full day in Amsterdam to World War II, we dedicated our second to man-made works of beauty--a visit to the Rijksmuseum to see art at its finest (Vermeer's Milkmaid took my breath away. He makes a mundane task so beautiful and, since my life is full of mundane tasks that are beautiful pretty much only to me, it resonated...) and a canal ride to marvel both at the beautiful architecture and the incredible engineering. Unfortunately, Katie was done sightseeing by this point, so I had to run through the museum while she took a catnap after I finally got her to sleep in the museum gardens after an hour of screaming. I guess the Dutch Masters aren't her thing... I couldn't help but reflect after our trip about the striking juxtaposition of our two days. Our first day to learn about and ponder man's frightening capacity for hatred and ugliness, and for following a crowd. Our second day to take in art of exquisite beauty and e

From Groningen we took the train (three trains, actually) to Amsterdam. Justin, of course, adored the train. Katie did well on the trip down, but I was not impressed with the lack of baby facilities. When we got to Amsterdam we checked into our hotel--a neat old 17th century canal house in a prime location. The next day Eric took the girls on an early morning walk which Rebecca later said was a highlight of her trip. Then we all walked to the Dutch Resistance Museum. I had read good reviews of the children's section for Rebecca, and I knew Justin would like the whole thing due to his recent World War II kick. (He's read nearly the entire selection of adult non-fiction in out local library, totalling thousands of pages, over the past few months. Quite an impressive feat, and a testament to the truth of the claim that children will teach themselves when given the freedom to satiate their innate curiosity.) Anyway, I digress.  The museum