Why the Tree of Life?


First Grade Panic Attack

Kirven is ready to start learning how to read. We're in the middle of buying a house and moving. My Enki Grade One books are still in their box unread because I knew it would be better to wait until after the move to start reading them, otherwise I would forget everything. And now I'm panicking. I'm particularly panicking in the shower. I have to stop and remember that this is all according to plan. We aren't officially starting first grade work until November after our month off in October. There's still plenty of time, and even if we get 'behind' we can always, easily, catch up.... so why do I suddenly feel like it's the night before an exam, and I haven't started studying yet??? Breathe.

And as a side note, as I'm packing up our study, I'm coming across books that I bought, intended to use, and had completely forgotten about. Good books! Fun books! More panic!

In the midst of packing boxes, we have still kept up with reading a new kindergarten fairy tale each week. Though, things are slowly falling by the wayside one by one as we get closer to moving day. It's hard to do painting or crafts in all the mess (a mess that is actually the 'usual' mess because we haven't bothered to declutter yet since we are moving and planned on killing two birds with one stone). But Kirven has been making scrambled eggs in the morning on his own, and both boys have been making ebelskivers with their grandmother. We've been doing a little Spanish most days, and we have made it out for our after-breakfast walk. Kirven is still doing his piano lessons at his own pace, and we're reading The Wheel on the School by Meindert Dejong. It's the first chapter book that Dunagan hasn't hung around for, and that Kirven hasn't begged for chapter after chapter. It's a sweet book, but a little dense and slow perhaps... perhaps it would be a better success with a seven year old? Capyboppy was our last book, and we've read it twice, it was such a success. In the area of mathmatics, Kirven seems to have an innate ability. He is noticing the pattern of numbers, how bigger numbers are groups of smaller numbers, and he can subtract small numbers in his head faster than I can sometimes; all of which he has figured out on his own.

The rest of our days are spent with me trying to get basic household chores done while simultaneously keeping Ayla happy in spite of the fact that the boys have left her (a fact which she is not happy about) and are in the front yard hunting for toads. Or, I am able to let her out in the backyard while the boys run up our water bill filling the sandbox, expanding the mud wallow(s) and spraying the neighbors' house, car (aiming for the open window), trash can and cats... until I yell out the doorway for them to stop or I'm turning off the hose, which is an empty threat (which we all know) because that would mean they would want to come inside early. And we can't have that, at least not until I get the folded clothes put away.


Flowers and Toads

Dunagan just brought me a bucketful of big, beautiful perennial mornings glories from our fence, something I'm going to miss when we move. They're for you, Mommy! Put them in a bowl of water.

Since I noticed he was stripped down to his undies and had used his toad-collecting bucket to collect flowers, I had to ask: Did a toad pee on you?


Ok, I just had to check.

Because this is a common occurrence around here.



We've been reading Lion on the Path from the Enki Kindergarten Folk Tales, and we were all wondering what an mbira was. In case you are wondering what an mbira was, I thought I would share the youtube video we found. I'm amazed at how many notes he seems to be getting out of just a couple of fingers.

And my Longest Day story has been a big success with the boys. We cleaned a spaghetti sauce jar and have it all ready for firefly hunting Saturday night at the ranch. Hopefully, there will be more fireflies up there than seem to be around here.



Dunagan received a snap-together model of the Blackbird airplane for his birthday from grammy and grandpa. He was ready to put it together pretty much from the moment he opened the present, but we had to put him off for a couple of days until Evan had time to sit down and stick a dozen small decals on while two boys hovered perilously close.

The finished product!

And, an action shot. We have plans to hang it in his room at the new house... if it survives the test flights.


New House

We've found a house! Yay us! The uncertainty was killing me. I'm excited about the move, but sad to be leaving south Austin. We close on June 30th and will move about mid-July.

Given that we take April and October off for our break from 'school', I'm going to have to figure out how to do at least the bare minimum while we're moving. Any advice would be most welcome! Kirven is actually ready for first grade work, but I'm waiting to dive into that big change after we move. I can't do both, and we have plenty of time to 'catch up' (as if we're behind). How's that for creating a separation between kindergarten and first grade work? A whole new house and neighborhood!

Butterfly Mobile

We made a tissue paper butterfly mobile from the Enki Kindergarten Crafts book last week. It's pretty easy. You just scrunch squares of tissue paper and wrap half a pipe cleaner around it.

Dunagan preferred to work nearby with some crayola model magic. I love this stuff better than playdough or clay. So do the boys. And Ayla if we don't watch her. Dunagan likes to mix all the colors all together the very first time we open the package. Kirven has requested his own set in the future so that he can keep color separation intact. This I have duly noted, but am guaranteed to forgot while actually in Target.

Here's a finished little butterfly:

The next day, Kirven found a good stick in the yard, and then he tied all our butterflies on in good mobile fashion. The craft board came in very handy for this part.

Dunagan and Ayla played in the rice bin while the tying was going on. Ayla eats; Dunagan pours.

And, the finished product, hanging in our entryway: