Just one more thing...

I find myself saying those words (in my head) several times before bed.  My just-one-more-things tend to last for at least another 20 minutes before my head hits the pillow. 

So tonight's just-one-more-thing includes this here blog post.

This is the start of our first full homeschool year.  We began in January of this year (2012) and I was under the gun and pretty much in survival mode working hard to help Graham finish second grade well, one coming home from Pre-K and one curious, energetic 2 year old.  When folks ask me about our homeschooling experience, I usually preface my thoughts with something like "I am definitely not the poster child for homeschooling mother!"  I know it sounds quite negative and self-depreciating, but it's true.  Prior to Graham starting Kindergarten, I spent a good chunk of a year researching every.single.option.  Private schools, public schools, charter schools, Classical schools, hybrid schools, and yes-even homeschool.  Though the benefits of homeschool intrigued me (rich, individualized learning; flexability; more margin for the things we want to spend our energies on) homeschool was not my first choice.  It was not my original plan.   "Many are the plans in a person's heart, but it is the LORD's purpose that prevails."  (Prov. 19:21) Three of the options that stood out most then (almost 4 years ago): Calvert School, Classical Christian education + Classical Conversations are now at the heart of our homeschool plan.  I am amazed at how God's plan has unfolded and I will share more about that later.  We start our "school year" later this month and I am happy to say that while I'm not the poster child for the overly-enthusiastic-homeschool-momma  (grin)  I trust God, HIS love and HIS plan for us, praying that He'll make us poster children for his grace, a precious gift that I do not deserve. 

With that, I have a funny story I want to remember:
Yesterday, Graham asked me Medusa, Paul Bunyon,

And a couple Millie-isms for the day...

Tonight Millie woke up screaming...saying "my nose is RAINING!"  She has a runny nose.  So sad, so adorable.

Millie usually wakes up crying around 2:30 am.  Sleep is precious to us in this season. So, one of us goes and brings her  into our bed and we all pass out again.  This morning, I heard her waking and she was smooshing my cheeks and saying her usual "Git up, Momma!"  "Let's go, Momma!"  I cracked one eye open and she smiled and said "You my bes fwend mommy."   :)