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Finished a book

Today we sat outside in the fresh spring air and finished reading The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. It’s kind of like coming full cirlce. Just before Brenna turned three she pulled it off the shelf and brought it to me saying, “Read this! Read, read, read, read…” Well, I took it and opened it thinking, “She’ll last two seconds and then I can go get something done.” But, instead, we finished the entire book in two days. I figured she wasn’t really getting what was going on, but realized that she was playing with her plastic animals calling one Aslan and asking for protection from the White Witch.

I’m glad that I’ve kept up with the reading novels, even though my kids are so young. I think adults often underestimate what kids are capable of understanding. We also think they’re not listening when they really are. Jonah has not been one to sit on my lap and listen to a book without pictures, but he knows everything that happened to little Sophie in The BFG and loves Harry Potter. He normally plays with toys and comes and goes out of the room as Barry or I read, but he gets it none the less. I love it that his play is based on Shel Silverstien poems rather than Bob the Builder or Dora. I’m thankful that this is something I stumbled upon and stuck with it.

Brenna’s almost five now. I thought it’d be fun to post a list of the books we’ve read since the first time we read The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.

The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
Charlotte’s Web
Stuart Little
Little House in the Big Woods
Little House on the Prairie
Farmer Boy
On the Banks of Plum Creek
Trumpet of the Swan
Black Beauty
The Mouse and the Motorcycle
The BFG
Peter Pan
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
Matilda
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (w/ Dad)
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (w/ Dad)
The Magician’s Nephew
Where the Sidewalk Ends (w/ Dad)
Falling up (w/ Dad)
A Light in the Attic (w/ Dad)
The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe

I’m not sure what we’ll start next. We may just continue with the Chronicles of Narnia, but Spring is getting me itchy to read Laddie again and share it with my family.

A day in our Homeschool

We’ve been a little lax on school lately. Spring is in the air and we’re itching to get outside, but we have stuck to our bare-bones routine. We sing a song (or several if Jonah gets his way) and say a prayer, then Brenna works on memorizing the Articles of Faith. She’s on number 6 now. Then we read. Brenna reads me a book, I read a book Jonah picks out, and then I read a chapter of our latest novel. Right now we’re working on The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe by C.S.Lewis. Usually we do some penmanship practice and I set Brenna free to color and draw to her hearts content. She’s become pretty serious about her art lately.

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Here’s an orchestra she drew yesterday while listening to classical radio.

Let’s see if I’ve got this right…

I have started my study of child psychology and educational theory today by reading Erik Erikson. He was an artist who moved to Vienna and was trained in psychoannalysis. He study Freud and worked closely with his daughter Anne Freud. They ran a little school and studied the children and how they learned.

Anyway, I wish I had a background in Freud for reading Erikson. I need to figure out exactly what the ‘ego’ and ‘super-ego’ are. From what I’ve read today, the ‘ego’ is a person’s innate self-love, and the ‘super-ego’ is what we call a conscience. But, a child isn’t born with a conscience. The ‘super-ego’ develops within a child in response to their need for adult approval. The conscience is a created authority inside the child’s head that defines right and wrong the way he thinks adults would do it. This mechanism keeps his behaviour in check because the need for adult love is so strong.

I don’t think I agree with that.

I guess it’s a question of nature vs. nurture. Is conscience something we’re born with, or is it learned? There are clearly people that don’t have much of a conscience–is it because it was never nurtured into them, or that it was nurtured out of them?

A pretty good day

We had fun today. We just got our Usborne books from the party I had, so we explored our Children’s Encyclopedia for school. Each page has a website with links relating to the topic, so after reading and real school stuff I let Brenna pick a page and we found the links. She explored deep sea fish and was mezmerized. Tonight she made up her own fish called a Ribbon-Bow fish that woul kind of be a sea serpent like an Oarfish and have bioluminescent markings and spots on its tummy that looked like eyes to trick other fish. It’s stomach would be able to stretch so it coul eat fish bigger than itself, and it woul tie itself in knots. It was basically a mixture of all the fish wer read about today. She went on and on 100 miles an hour talking about it. It was cute. She is certainly an animal lover, especially fish. Maybe we should get her one of her own…

Anyway, I also got a bunch of the Usborne Easy Words to Read books. They are the cutest thing ever. I’ve hidden them so I can just get one new one out every once in awhile. Today we got Hen’s Pens out and Brenna can read the whole thing. That’s fun.

I’ve been at my wits end with trying to negotiate bed-making and getting dressed in the mornings (and Jonah’s naps–but that’s a whole other can of worms) so I devised a plan. We have a popcorn jar now, so when anyone does something good they get to put a scoop of seeds in the jar, and when its full we can get a movie and have a popcorn party. Also, if Brenna decides she wants me to make her bed or get her dressed, then she’ll take scoops of seeds out of the jar. I hope this reduces the “Brenna, I’m ready to go downstairs and you’re still not dressed. You can’t come down ’til you’re dressed and your bed is made and you say your prayers, okay?” “But I need company!! You always do this to me. I’m tired of these consequences. I don’t like these bad consequences and you just make them up and do this to me. (blood curdling scream and running after me to latch onto my leg) I can’t be alone, don’t leave, don’t leave!!!!!!!” “Brenna, it’s 9:00! You’ve been playing for an hour and a half while I kept reminding you that I would be going downstair without you. I’m hungry. I NEED to go downstairs and eat breakfast before I pass out. You can come down when you do you morning routine…” and the negotiations continue and the drama drags out. I can’t adequately describe the drama, the drama. So I pray the popcorn jar will work and give her some inspirtation to get dressed before 9:00, for heaven’s sake!!!