Thursday, January 17, 2008

Laddie - I finally finsished it!

I have picked this book up many times, but I keep getting distracted and do not finish reading it.

When my DH read the book he seemed to hint at something going wrong at the end, so I read it in anticipation of a sad ending. It did not end sad at all. Maybe I got confused and he was talking about little britches, that one ends sad.

I really love the natural education of little sister. I love how she has so many poems of the McGuffey readers memorized. I purchased the McGuffey readers and we have had fun with them so far. Also inspired by little sister, we have been having allot of fun with poems in our homeschool. We read and memorize poems in our devotional. And now my kid s have started writing their own poems. We have been having allot of fun with this. I posted their poems on their blog.

I love how well trained the characters of little sisters family are. I cant get over this remark by mother"with all of our twelve never has there been one who and nine months of age did not stop crying if it's father lifted his finger, or tapped his foot and told it to." Goodness I need to work on my 2yo more.

I also LOVE the conversation that Mother has with Mr. Pryor it truly inspired me on womanhood. Mother is a great womanly example in general.

Speaking of her husband to Mr. Pryor
"But he is the whole of the kingdom, and the King to boot."
"Lucky man!" he said (Mr. Pryor) "All of us are not so fortunate."
This reminds me to always talk about my husband in the most positive way to people outside of our family. Especially to other women in the church talk very positive about my DH, because they are married to husbands, and they will tell what I say. And my DH will have dealings in the church with their husbands.

Mother speaks about educating her children to Mr. Pryor "From the start we have rigorously guarded our speech and actions before them. From the first tiny baby my husband has taught all of them to read, write and cipher some, before they went to school at all. He is always watching, observing, studying: the earth, the stars, growing things; he never comes to a meal but he has seen something that he has or will study out for all of us. There never has been one day in our home on which he did not read a new interesting article from book or paper; work out a big problem, or discuss some phase of politics, religion, or war. Sometimes there has been a little of all or it in one day, always reading , spelling, and memory exercises at night. He has a sister who twice in her life has repeated the Bible as a test before a committee. He, himself, can go through the New Testament and all of the Old save the books of the generations. He always says he considers it a waste of gray matter to learn them. He has been a schoolmaster, his home his school room, his children, wife and helpers his pupils; the common things of life as he meets them every day, the books from which we learn."

Well there is a great quote about how to educate your children if I have ever heard one :).

Oh, I love this section there is still more to quote.

"Before any daughter has left our home for one of her own, she has been taught all I know of cleanliness about a house, cookery sewing, tending the sick, bathing and dressing a new born. She has to bake bread, pie, cake, and cook any meat or vegetable we have. She has had her bolt of muslin to make as she chose for her bedding, and linen for her underclothing. The quilts she pieced and the blankets she wove have been hers. All of them have been as well provided for as we could afford. They can knit, darn, patch, tuck, hem, and embroider, set a hen and plant a garden. I go on vacation and leave each one to keep house for her father a month, before she enters a home of her own. They are strong, healthy girls; I hope all of them are making a good showing at being useful women, and I know they are happy, so far at least."

Wow how I do wish I spent more of my childhood learning to be a mother, instead of shipped off to school and missing all of the daily rhythm of the household.

There is also a great quote where she talks about how she makes her home as beautiful as possible but I can not find it right now.

Books like these makes me long for the old times. And inspires me in new ways to bring what was good about those days back into my life today.

The Life of our Lord

I found this unique book recently. Reading it is a lovely experience. My children listen with great interest. They really think about what they are hearing. The other day my oldest said "I am so glad Jesus was born, everything in the world would be different if he was not."

Dickens wrote it in simple language just for his own kids. Like poetry, it gently moves through the life of Christ in a way that the kids get the most out of it.

Saturday, January 12, 2008



A.K.A. Perfect Little Angel, Lil' Helper, Angel (when I type it wrong :), Wendy, Oldest Daughter, 8yoDD.

Hi, I'm Angel. I have brown hair. Oh, I mean honey blond, Blue eyes and peach skin.

I'm starting to get a love of reading. One of my favorite books is Three Stories You can Read to Your Cat. The reason why is because it reminds me of my little brother Curious George. I HIGHLY suggest you read that.

My favorite color is baby blue, and baby pink. (She just much like babies.)

My Aunt Christine had a baby named Skylin

My favorite candy is Reeses Peanut Butter Cups. My best friend is Khali. We've been friends since I was two, and she was one.

I'm working on earning enough money to buy a best friend necklace. After we save up enough money to go to a trip to the zoo.

Did I say I was eight years old? When I was baptised into the L.D.S. Church I felt a large spot of mistakes I have done, come off of my sholder.

When I grow up I would like to be a scientist, or a zoo keeper, or a really good ballerina. Thats all.

Love, Little Angel



Tumbler, Best Acrobat in the world, Artist, Wall Climber, Head Stander, Tiger Lilly, Second Daughter, 6yoDD

Hi, I'm The Best Wall Climber. I LOVE Chocolate. I'm six. And I slipped (she says on the floor).

I have no tooth in the middle of my mouth. My Papa put a string on the door knob and my Mama put a rag on her shoulder. And my Papa tied the string to my, um, tooth. And then it fell out. And the Tooth Fairy didn't take my tooth. But I got the money.
And I copy myself allot.

I have brown skin, the darkest eyes of ever, and black hair. Where does my black hair go to. Um, right here, it goes to the middle of my back. And soon I hope my hair gets down to my tippy toes.

My favorite Mama is Mama. My favorite sister is Hugs and Angel. And my favorite Mama is Mama, *giggle* *giggle* *giggle*, thats so funny. ( "Again" Angel says. "Yes that's because I love her so much" Says Tumbelina) My favorite animal is horses. My favorite color is pink. And my favorite brother is Curious George, the cute little face .

Um, for fun, for fun, for fun (she is thinking of what she likes to do for fun). I LOVE to sneak. I want to tell them more about that stuff. Write that! Um, So... Can I give you a hug Mama, write that down.

I'm good at scaring Curious George. I'm good at waking up in the morning. I wake up before everyone else in the house, and nobody's awake. How can you type that fast Mama?

Some day I hope I have a kitten. I hope I can be um, a, dentist.

When it is scripture time I sit down and listen. I read perfectly in the scriptures. And I love helping Curious George.




AKA. Best Hugger, Hug-a-lot, Hug-a-lot bear, Tinkerbell, Third Daughter, 5yoDD

Hi! I am Best Hugger. I'm 5, I have blond hair, blue eyes, and peach skin. And my favorite color is purple, actually that's just one, and another one of my favorite colors is pink, and another is green, light green, and another one of my favorite colors is rose red. That's all, Oh, Wait, that is not all, I have baby blue too. That's all of my favorite colors, I have allot.

I Like purple roses. One thing I like to do is draw princesses. Uh huh!

Ok, Let me think. My favorite animal is a koala. That's why I asked for a koala from Santa. And it was a Webkins.

Let me think again. And draw cute animals is one of my favorite things. Let me think, because I have to think out loud. And.... I said And (Mama forgot to start typing when she started talking :), And I like to play dress-ups with my friends. That's all my favorite things to do.

What I like to do in homeschool is, I like to read books.

I want to be when I grow up, um... (her eyes are looking up at the ceiling while she thinks), I want to be a captain of a ship.

That's all I want to say, Good-Bye

Curious George

Curious George

A.K.A. Curious, The Cute Face, Bob the Builder, Peter Pan, Fish (from Chicken Little), The Boy, Little Man, 2yoDS

"Hello, Hi, Hello and Hi." Says Curious

What do you look like: Curious George

What color is your hair: Uh, Blond. *giggle* I have a blond hair.

What color are your eyes: Uh Green, (actually they are blue :)

How old are you: He holds up two fingers.

What do you like to play with: Trains.

Tell me more about your trains: Thomas, um my remote control train.

Where did you get your trains from: From Santa

Can you tell me about Santa: Santa? I don't know his name (*giggle*). The kids, I talked about Santa. I says "can I have a train Santa?" And Santa says "yes you can have a train. But curious George is going to be happy." Curious says "Uh Huh, I am going to be happy Santa, I know."

Can you tell me what animals you like: How about a lion. I got lions and lions, bof of lions, I got couple of lions, and kitty cats, (he blinks his eyes cute)

"You good pushing your buttons." He says to me about my typing

"I'm tired, I'm tired of Santa. I want to lay down with my blanket."

Curious George lays down for a little while with his silky, his sippy cup, a pillow, a blanket, and a loving kiss from his Mama (that's the life :). And after a short while he says "I got to keep building (he is dressed as bob the builder) I got to turn on the light".

Thank you Curious George for talking good.

My Blog Comments Roung-Up :)

Hello! I have been having so much fun lately reading and posting comments to other peoples blogs. There were a lot of little snipits that seem to be good things for me to post in my blog, which of course calls for a round up :).

So here is some
Life Stock!

On Memorization

I LOVE memorizing scriptures, I make up silly tunes that we sing the scripturesthat we are memorizing to. DH always laughs at the tunes I make up to memories stuff by, but Hey it works great.

In our morning devotional right now we are memorizing poems, mostly about good character,and some just for fun,for a break.

I have an adopted daughter with very different looks, she is Asian an we are all Caucasian so that poem about what really matter is a big deal in our home.

On Handwriting

One of my favorite books is “How Children Learn” The author spends allot of time talking about handwriting and reading and how children learn it. I love his thoughts and highly recommend it.

From my rough memory he says that children naturally know when they are writing incorrectly and greatly desire to get it right. But what they produce is their best rendition of what you do.

At one time our homeschool tried to copy neat letters, making sure the kids moved their pencils the exactly correct way. What resulted was disaster. My children felt horrid about their writing and avoided doing any writing at any time.

Instead I like to make up fun writing assignments where the children do not even know they are doing an assignment. Things like, write down the list of friends you want to invite to your party. Write down what you want me to get at the store. Write grandmother a letter, or decorate Grandmother a cute card, but make sure you include a message, grandmother loves messages. Etc. My children do writing practice ALL the time. I can hardly manage all the papers that are strewn around my house with writing and pictures and stories they are illustrating etc.

When we are writing letters etc. if my children ask me to show them how to write a word I write it out carefully and correctly. Thus they learn by following an example. Like most everything else.

Now that all sounds good and nice… Except for the fact that I am constantly correcting my 2nd child on how to say her words correctly because I am afraid she does not hear them right, and might develop a bad habit she cant break. Goodness…… Theory is so much different then practice.

On Kids Aliases
I am concerned about internet safety so I want to not use my kids real names on my blog.

Last time I tried to give my kids internet names that sounded a bit like their real names, EVERYONE that really knows them were sooooo confused :). I was thinking about Hug-a-lot for one of my daughters, no relative would miss which child I was talking about on that one :).

Also I was thinking of doing a post about each child and linking to it every time I use the alias so people could keep it straight, find some cute drawing of kids that look like mine etc. But that sound like allot of work. (More later on my kids internet names)

On Our School Name
Mostly we named our home, because our last name is Peel we named it A~Peel~ing Homestead or Apeeling Homestead. Then I thought people might just think I can not spell so we spell it correctly now. Appealing Homestead. :)

My MIL ran her own private school. From the beginning we knew we would not do traditional school, and I imagined that maybe I would create a miracle of a private school like her in the future. But she did it in her later years, and only for her last, late born child, my DH. Her school was named Peel Academy, so quite often we call our school by this name. We even have a shirt from her original school :). I have considered field trip matching shirts *giggle* but have not done it.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Sea Monkeys! Our pets and Science project!

Sea-Monkey Face

In The Beginning

Papa plays an online game that he has to check into often to feed his troops. He started calling his troops his sea monkeys, he would say things like "got to go feed my sea monkeys" etc. My children started asking questions, which of course, in true Homeschool fashion, lead to us owning pet sea monkeys.

Starting Sea-Monkey Ocean ZooJust Follow the Instructions Carefully...

We carefully read over the instructions, and followed them to a T. Within a few days "OH JOY" we had teeny tiny little wiggly dots. We watched those dots grow into specks, then specks with tails, then creatures, then creatures with wings, then we could see the spindles of the wings. The first dot did lots of loop-de-loops and grew bigger then many of the others, we called him Squiggly. Then we got another named Nemo, and finally the runt was named Pinocchio. We had nine sea monkeys live to adult hood, and were surprised when they first started to mate. We called it getting married, and wondered if the mated pair would always stay stuck together. The did not, and afterwards the tank was swarming with lots of little wiggly dots. We began to imagine with delight the tank full of wiggling pink creatures.

But What if the Instructions are Too Simple...

But day after day we noticed the wiggling dots got fewer and fewer, until there were no more left. I thought that maybe they were being eaten because the adults were under fed, but feeding did not seem to make a difference. None of our thousands of babies were living, we still had the original 9. I know the solution....

Buy more stuff...

Our Ghostly Gallon came shipped from Amazon in a large and colorful box. The kids were jumping up and down as I opened it with anticipation. This set came with an aqua leash, a million bubble wand, and a plasma packet, not to mention a few cool extras like a built in light and glow in dark tank we were TOTALLY SET UP!

The Master Plan..

  1. Set up the Ghostly Gallon with the starter packet 1.
  2. Let it sit over night, just like the instruction say.
  3. Then... Transfer the our 9 monkeys to the ghostly gallon, because it is cooler.
  4. Put the egg pack in the original plain tank.
  5. Wait for the eggs to hatch wiggly dots.
  6. Wait for the wiggly dots to grow up to medium small monkeys.
  7. Transfer the larger sea-monkeys to the Ghostly Gallon.
  8. Thus diversifying the population.
  9. Continue to keep the babies separate from the adults.

The Best Laid Plans of Monkeys and Men...

When we transferred the adult monkeys they swam and squiggled much more then normal, it scared us, we thought they were experiencing throws of pain and death. We quickly transferred them back. Sea-Monkey #1 bites the dust, or maybe not, is it an Elvis Monkey? I think we squished Elvis with the aqua leash, he (actually a she, our largest she) curled up and laid on the bottom of the tank almost lifeless. But close examination showed us that he was still alive. IDEA! The Plasma said that it was like medicine for the sea monkeys. We added one recommended larger scoop to the tank. Guess what? All the sea-monkeys started to dance around the tank. Same as before when we put them in the ghostly gallon but we read or learned that they move faster if the salt level is right. Elvis got better and started dancing also....

Is it a Ghost Monkey?

But the next morning Elvis was sited again on the bottom of the tank, dead. And we counted only 8 monkeys. Did we throw away the monkey body, we don't remember, why did it show back up later, or maybe it didn't, did Elvis even die? GHOST MONKEY TO BE CONTINUED...

Back on Track...

The new eggs got the plush new ghostly gallon, because we were to timid to try moving the original 9 again. And they loved it and thrived, baby wiggly dots everywhere. I think almost three dozen lived to medium size. We got up our courage to again transfer the medium babies over to live with the adults.

Was that Elvis?

Before we transferred the medium babies, DH counted the adult sea-monkeys..... There were 9 again. Was that Elvis? Your guess is as good as mine... The medium monkeys lived well with the larger monkeys. All was good and happy...

And Then..

Two of our older sea-monkeys mated, shortly afterwards little babies dots filled the tank. I started the great sea-monkey baby rescue. And that is when I made the #1 mistake that kills sea-monkeys. Once all the 2nd set of babies were out of the ghostly gallon I started to transfer over the original 9 and the largest of the medium sea-monkeys, so that the new babies in our plain red tank could get a chance to live. When I transferred them over they seemed to HATE the fact that the bottom of their tank was not littered with gunk, or what ever settles to the bottom. Earlier we decided that the strange upside down dance the monkeys did on the bottom of the tank was all in search of food. So, I thought the solution was simple, simply add a large amount of food to the water and let it settle to the ground so they can play in it like they seem to like.


First we lost Pinocchio, my youngest and most emotional daughters favorite. Mine too, he was so red, large, "fluffy" and beautiful.... Well, large and beautiful for a sea-monkey. Then we lost Squiggly, Nemo, and our 2nd favorite, a large male with a wonderful crown of fringe on his head. Sob!

"That is what you get for naming fish food" DH says.

We also lost a few medium ones. All the monkeys that were "suspected" to be dead were placed in a paper cup with a small amount of water. Then all of us took a death watch over them, hoping one, any of them would just wiggle a little bit and show us they were alive still. We left the cup out on the counter over night, to sad to flush them. The next morning "Two are wiggling" exclaims my second daughter. They revived and continue to live happy lives, such survivors. But we lost seven of our nine adults. Now we have about a dozen medium ones, and a hand full of wiggly specks of babies. Almost back where we started.

Que Sera, Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)

.... But Elvis Still Lives ... See my Side Bar

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Products I Recommend

My Friend The Monster

My Friend The Monster
Our vacuum is a monster
Who gobbles up the dirt.
He gulps up paper, strings, and grass
As if they were dessert.

He pokes his nose in corners
And under every chair.
And all the little cookie crumbs
Had better just beware!

He roars across the carpet
And flips his tail behind;
Then sneaks around a table leg
To see what he can find.

And though he’s always gulping
Whatever he can see,
He’ll always be my monster friend
And never swallow me.

Janet R. Balmforth, “My Friend the Monster,” Friend, Oct 1972, 15