You Are Never Too Old.....

For the Children's Museum:

Who wouldn't want to stand inside a bubble,

Test their reflexes in an automobile simulator,

Or "make groceries" at Winn Dixie?

They always want to be the check out clerk.

I believe they think the cashier gets to keep all the money.

I can't believe sweet 16 cut off a 2 year old in the line.

Little Miss Innocent.

Will do anything for King Cake.

Time for a cafe break.

He remembered to say grace.

But must have forgotten his wallet.

Short order cooks loving their jobs.

Time for the next stop....

Snow White and the Cleaning Dwarf

Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum...

I like a guy who clean sweeps the house.

And she finally gets her own room.

And he has a chance to build something cool.

Let's end the day with something sweet.

A real cafe with real beignets.

Quick, before Mom realizes this is my third one!

A ride on a real streetcar this time.

Sure beats walking in the city.

A great week to turn 16.

Wanderlust

Wouldn't it be fabulous if home educators could receive the same tax payer funding as the public school system? With that kind of money per child, we could go to Egypt, Greece, and Rome while studying Ancient Civilizations. Since it was always more of a daydream than a possibility, we visited those places in our imagination with the help of living books (lots and lots of books) and internet resources. It definitely spurred a wanderlust in all of my children. I think they also an inherited the travel gene from my Dad's side of the family. As a teenager, his father took an unexpected journey as a stowaway on a slow boat to China (literally), which in a VERY roundabout way led to a career in Aruba, where my father was born. As an adult, my dad joined the military and raised his family across the USA, with 4 year stint in Okinawa. Last count I had attended 16 different schools before finishing high school. Don't ask me to recreate that count. My memory isn't what it u...

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Opening Day at Two Fun Camps

After a whirlwind tour of some of Carolina's most beautiful waterfalls, we packed up the teens for a month long stay at Camps Kahdalea and Chosatonga. Dear son was up with the sunrise, so I brought him to the boys' camp first. The counselors had just gathered for breakfast when he surprised them by arriving so early. Luckily his cabin counselor is a friend of the family, and very understanding. Once he picked his bunk and gave his brother a quick tour, we said an unceremonial good-bye.No hugs, no mushy stuff, just "See ya." Then I was off to get the girls moving for opening day at Kahdalea. When we entered Kahdalea, it was like entering the Shire. We were greeted by a babbling brook Passed a vine covered gazebo And fully expected to see Pippin and Meri peak out of this tree, which could walk away at any moment. The girls were especially excited when they were greeted by cheering counselors, like Dear Daughter. Th...

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