We did it!

It’s official: I have successfully homeschooled three children for a school year. Granted, it was just kindergarten for Houston and pre-K for the twins, but we have all survived no worse for the wear.

In fact, I think we all enjoyed the experience overall and learned a ton in the process. The kids have soared academically, while I have grown in my understanding of the teaching styles that are most effective for the boys, both individually and as a group.

Gabriel plays w/ Iron Man in our “sand egg” (really, a mostly red-dirt egg right now) on one of the rare warm days we’ve had recently.

Our last day of Classical Conversations community was 3/26, so we don’t start with Cycle 2 of CC till September. That’s when Houston will move onto Apprentice (the grammar stage for 6 and 7 year olds), and Gabriel and Zeke will begin Abecedarian (grammar for preschoolers and kindergartners).

Besides successfully completing two 12-week semesters of Abecedarian studies, Houston decided to challenge himself with something called Memory of Excellence (MOE). This is when a child can recite all 24 weeks of memory work for two subjects.

“The education of children for God is the most important business done on earth. It is the one business for which the earth exists. To it all politics, all war, all literature, all money-making, ought to be subordinated; & every parent especially ought to feel, every hour of the day, that, next to making his own calling and election sure, this is the end for which he is kept alive by God: this is his task on earth.” — R.L. Dabney, theologian, pastor, Confederate Army chaplain, chief of staff to Stonewall Jackson & an all-around great Virginian

Houston picked history and Latin. So, the last couple of weeks we’ve slacked in other areas of school to make time for drilling 24 history sentences, and Latin noun endings and 1st through 5th noun declensions.

Houston’s best friend, Asher, was also going for MOE and had chosen history. So on 3/18, we had a practice session at Miss Christie’s house, where I quizzed Houston and Asher on the memory work.

We fed the geese & had a wonderful time playing w/ Miss Jessie & her little sister, Kaylee, @ the park on 3/14.

The two smarty britches proceeded to jump on Asher’s bed, singing their history sentences into their fists like rock stars. It was a bit wild, to say the least, but they nailed all the facts, historical figures and dates. Quite impressive.

The next step to earn MOE is to have the child recite the memory work another parent. So on 3/25, Houston did his history and Latin for Miss Christie, and Asher did his history and English grammar for me.

The final step was for each boy to do his two-subject recitation (sans any mistakes or hints) with their CC tutor, Miss Murphy. And to our great delight, Houston did so on 3/27, as did his buddy, Asher. Way to go, Big Hashy… we are so proud of y’all!

It’s so cool how much the kids’ CC memory work has seeped its way into their everyday lives. It’s as if their brains are just overflowing with the newfound knowledge. A good is example is last week when the 3 Amigos were playing war games.

Another great thing about homeschooling is that you can bite your pastry into the shape of a handgun w/o any fear of school suspension or expensive litigation.

Houston said, “You be Japan” to Gabriel “and you be Britain” to Zeke “and I’ll be America,” as they ran around the house, waving flags, shooting toy guns, dramatically acting out scenarios and singing “WWII and President Franklin D. Roosevelt.” Wow, who knew homeschooling would actually be so effective?

And then there’s a recent joke of Gabriel’s: “Knock knock,” he said. “Who’s there?” I asked. “The War of 1812,” he replied. “The War of 1812 who?” I continued. “The Missouri Compromise!” he answered with a grin.

Sure, it doesn’t make much sense out of context (but what little kid’s joke does?), but the information was dead-on congruent with the CC Timeline. I, for one, appreciate your classical nuance, G-man!

Besides school, we’ve been dealing with a few health issues lately. On 3/4, Houston visited the radiologist to get an x-ray of his adenoids — masses of tissue that are part of the lymph system and are closely related to tonsils.

Zeke proudly displays his frontier fort. He & brothers have come a long way in building the log-cabin constructions.

See, Houston snores, and has pretty frequent nosebleeds and headaches, so his pediatrician thought his adenoids might have something to do with these ailments. And the x-ray did show that his adenoids are indeed enlargened.

The next step was getting a second opinion at an ear, nose and throat (ENT) specialist. The doc said that, yes, both Houston’s adenoids and tonsils are huge, but that doesn’t necessarily mean he needs to get these throat lymphoids removed.

The ENT doc explained that he would only recommend surgery if Houston was showing signs of sleep apnea. This is a potentially life-threatening condition that both Stephen, Grumps and Papa have.

I was advised to watch Houston during his REM sleep cycle; and lo and behold, I do believe that poor child has inherited the apnea gene. Thus, we will be forging ahead with the surgery, so please keep big bro in your prayers as we maneuver through the stages of this medical treatment.

On 3/16, Daddy & the 3 Amigos met up w/ Miss Christie, Mr. Logan & the kids @ Reenactment of the Battle of Guilford Courthouse. Seen here, Houston & Gabriel strike a pose w/ one of the colonial revolutionaries.

The boys’ pal, Sam, invited them to Awana on bring-a-friend night last Sunday. They were excited to attend the event with their CC/Westover buddy, and Stephen and I were eager to take advantage of the free time for date night.

But when picking up the kids, Zeke was a bloody mess (and not in the British sense). Apparently, he had bitten his lip during a nasty fall. Zeke, who we just might have to nickname “Scar,” was a bit rattled, but turned out to be fine.

The Awana workers who took care of him were so apologetic. But as I explained, the Dillinghams sometimes leave a little blood and destruction in their wake. That’s how we like to make a first impression! Par for the course of raising the 3 Amigos.

Zeke also enjoys a warm day in the backyard sand egg, building castles, towers & mounds.

Well, if Zeke is Scar, maybe I should be called “Feeble Mama.” On 3/22, I incurred a foot injury while trying to turn a fallen tree into a good climbing tree for the boys. I attempted to kick off a huge dead branch, while balancing myself atop the log — a feat I surely could’ve pulled off 20 years ago.

But due to my age and lack of physical prowess, I instead toppled to the ground, hurting my heal during the landing. The result was what I think was acute plantar fasciitis, which was completely debilitating at first, but got better with ice, ibuprofen and rest.

Once I recovered from that, I started experiencing intermittent surges of pain and intense pressure in my head on Wednesday. They would come and go every few seconds, and felt like a vice clamping my skull behind my ears and then thrusting sharp pains forward toward my forehead.

Donning our newest cowboy hat, Gabriel is ready for a good night’s rest in the bunkbed.

I went to the doc the next day, and after a battery of tests, she ruled out any brain issues. Thank God! And after further examination, she concluded that my strange pain was either caused by a strained trapezious muscle or temporomandibular joint.

I’m leaning toward the latter diagnosis ’cause I have been a nighttime teeth-grinder for a decades and have been wearing a dental night guard for many years. But I suppose sometimes even with the guard, the jaw joint can get extra irritated.

I am taking a prescription anti-inflammatory, so my weird surging headaches have gotten better (they’re not as intense and not as often). But unfortunately, they’re still present. So if you would, please send out a few prayers for me and my decrepit old body.

In the meantime, I hope you and yours have a wonderful and happy Easter!

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It’s official. Zeke has made it 16 full days without any accidents. On 8/20, he simply decided to be potty trained and hasn’t looked back since.

In fact, Zeke has awakened every morning since my birthday on 8/30 with a dry pull-up. I wasn’t even going to tackle nighttime wetting till we got this whole daytime thing under control, but Zeke had a different plan.

Consequently, he has been wearing undies on outings and going swim diaper-less on wet playdates. Another by-product of Zeke’s accomplishments is finally earning that carrot we’ve been dangling in front of him for nearly a year now: a bike with training wheels.

The whole clan went shopping for it yesterday, but the store didn’t have the one we wanted in Zeke’s size. He was cool about the delay — I guess he figures he has waited this long, what’s a few more days — and Stephen plans on buying the reward this weekend.

Cousin Kara & Houston on the 16th-century replica English ship, the Elizabeth II, during our Outer Banks vacation in July. (Click to see Roanoke Island – Part 1 pics.)

Zeke, who can be mean as a snake sometimes, exhibited some genuine empathy recently during a nighttime prayer, saying that he wanted to ask God to help Gabriel be potty-trained so he can get a bike, too. It was very touching.

Interestingly, it was Gabriel who began the accident-less trend a day before Zeke and continued on for a few days, but then suddenly regressed. He up and unapologetically pooped when in pull-ups, peed on the floor while au natural and even took a dump in the living room.

But considering that immediately following the latter mishap, we found Gabe in the bathroom, attempting to wash the dooky off of his hands, I think it’s safe to say he knew he had done wrong and needed to try to make things right. Poor thing.

It was a back-and-forth struggle for Gabe, having accident-free spurts mixed with days of pooping-in-pull-up abandon. That is, until my birthday, when he decided to finally take a cue from his twin bro and give potty-training a genuine try.

Yep, our other reluctant potty-trainer hasn’t had an accident since then, so today makes six days for Gabriel. I’m getting him to wear pull-ups on outings for a few more days before making the switch to undies, but I do believe that G-man is on his way!

Gabriel checks out the nautical knots below deck on the English merchant vessel.

My birthday also provided another monumental gift: Houston saying, “Mommy, you’re always right.” Of course, this proceeded me warning him not to climb on the slippery equipment while we were at the spray-ground with Christie and crew, and him ignoring my instructions, ergo hurting his private parts.

Other than Houston’s minor injury, my 41st birthday was lovely. The 3 Amigos exhibited good behavior all around — something of a rarity these days for the twins — and Jessie and the boys surprised me with a yummy homemade cake.

“Double trouble” have earned their moniker being quite consistently disrespectful, whiney, disobedient, rude and unmannerly for a few weeks now. Like when the two of them sprayed Glade all over the bathroom, to the point that the sink and floor were drenched with air freshener.

This is a minor example, but it exemplifies their general mischief while they’re supposed to be doing an easy, everyday job, like washing their hands or eating a meal. This makes it all the more frustrating because these are simple things; they know how to do the tasks, so why not just do them properly and make life easier and happier for everyone?

Although Gabe and Zeke are normally great on outings, they chose our Classical Conversations orientation on 8/28 to have meltdowns. Luckily, it wasn’t until the last five minutes of our two-hour gathering, but it was in Houston’s class, in front of his CC tutor and his new classmates and their moms and siblings.

Zeke gets as low as he can go to ring the bell on deck the Elizabeth II.

Moreover, these are homeschoolers we’re talking about, so most of these kids are extremely well-behaved; hence, the twins’ antics stood out more than they usually would. Plus, our CC community meets in a church that is extremely echoey, so the whole pointless exercise was dramatically sucky.

Houston, however, gets major kudos for holding it together at the CC event. Not only were his bros exhibiting horrible behavior, but his best bud, Asher, was also leaning toward the naughty side. Way to go for not caving into the intense peer pressure, Houston!

Luckily, the twins were able to redeem themselves this morning at the first CC community weekly meeting of the 2012-2013 homeschool year. Although, they are in the Little Learners nursery, while Houston and I attended his Abecedarian class with six other (all-boy) students, their moms and the tutor, Ms. Murphy.

I can’t believe we’re officially homeschooling Houston as of today! I will write more on all that later, as I have to wrap up this blog of older info and then need to prepare for tomorrow’s CC, phonics and math lessons: the first at-home kindergarten class for Houston, while brothers (hopefully) play merrily, yet quietly in the living room.

Sure, it’s going to be a challenge, but others make it work by taking it one day at a time. Case in point: Ms. Murphy is a single mom of four homeschooled boys. Can you believe it? She and the other veteran homeschoolers are such inspirations. They’re just normal folks who have a passion educating their kids and know God will equip them for the journey.

Gabriel leaves his mark while checking out one of the tents in the English Settlement Site. (Click to see Roanoke Island – Part 2 pics.)

Another inspirational story: While shopping a few weeks back, I struck up a conversation with a man on the pull-ups aisle. “You’d think after three kids, I’d know how to price these things,” I said with coupons and calculator in hand.

“I still can’t and I have six kids,” he replied, adding that his three boys and three girls range in age from 3 to 21. “Anyone who says it’ll get easier is lying,” he continued with a chuckle, as two of his young daughters frolicked about.

He left as I did my price-by-the-unit math, but returned. “Back so soon?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m tired, man,” he said with a half-hearted sigh, picking up the forgotten item. “Well, next time I’m complaining about being tired, I’ll be sure to think of you,” I said. Amen to a little perspective, right?!

On 8/19, the 3 Amigos attended the church sermon, since their Sunday school teachers had the day off. They actually did surprisingly well. This vacation for staff was in preparation for Promotion Day, which took place the following Sunday on 8/26.

Gabriel and Zeke’s new room is about the same as their previous pre-school class, but Houston’s kindergarten class is drastically different. The Elementary Ministry focuses on Bible stories and how they relate to the kids’ lives, scripture memorization, and building rapport with their small group leaders.

Gabe, Kara & Houston battle it out New World-style.

I wasn’t sure how Houston would handle the more mature class setting — especially since his new room has no toys and the older kids gets no outdoor play — but he is enjoying it. “I can’t wait to go to my new class on Sunday,” he said excitedly before last weekend’s trek to church. So far, so good.

Houston is also involved in t-ball again. This was Daddy’s doing, as I didn’t want to bite off more than I could chew this fall with additional activities on top of kicking off official kindergarten homeschooling.

It has been a great opportunity for Houston and Daddy to spend some quality time together, and Stephen loves the sport to boot. There has only been a meet-and-greet and two practices, but Houston and his Oriole teammates have their first game this Saturday.

Our Labor Day started out a bit rough with Houston’s 5 a.m. nosebleed. Man, was it a gusher. He hasn’t had one in a while, so Stephen and I were out of practice with what to do, but Granny set us straight and we stopped the bleeding pretty quickly.

Before our history adventure on Roanoke Island, we enjoyed a seafood feast @ Stripers in Manteo.

Then after shopping for Houston’s school supplies and Zeke’s bike, we headed over to Christie and Logan’s for a cookout and good conversation. We had a wonderful time with our newest awesome friends and, of course, our six wild children had a blast getting muddy in the back yard.Some other fun items from late August:

  • I took the boys to see The Adventures of Tin Tin for the last film of the free-kids-movies summer series.
  • We made our first visit to the aforementioned spray-ground with Christie, Beth and the kids. It’s a beautiful, new facility and is only 15 minutes from home.
  • Daddy, the kids and I attended Dixie’s 6th birthday party. It was a nice afternoon of neighborly fun.
  • Daddy took the BB gun shooting in the back yard. Houston actually hit a can and the BB made its way clear through the can and out the other side.

Lastly, as many of you know, losers hacked both this site and gallery and used it for nefarious purposes, namely sending out unsolicited bulk email. Stephen “the computer super star” worked all day for two days last weekend to fix the problems. Not only did he clean up the code and upgrade our plugins and software, but he managed to protect all past blogs and photos, as well as beautify the site.

But if things look a little off or don’t work exactly right, please be patient with us and our growing pains. And in the meantime, let’s all give a hardy shout out to Stephen: THANKS A MILLION, BABY!

Dog days are doggone

The definition of dog days means “a period marked my lethargy, inactivity.” But our late July and August have been anything but.

Vacation Bible School 

The kids attended VBS from 7/23-7/26. Everyday from 9 a.m. to noon, the boys had a blast exploring the VBS theme, Babylon: Daniel’s Courage In Captivity.

While they were busy making new friends, and participating in lessons, games, crafts, songs and dances, I took advantage of the free time to run errands, make necessary phone calls and appointments, start reading a new book, treat myself to robust coffee at Starbucks, and even visit Auntie Merdy and baby Rorie.

We bought a CD of all the celebration music learned during VBS and began listening to it nonstop when we got it later that week. The 3 Amigos were (and still are) really into it, belting out all the lyrics and dancing the moves that accompany each song. Very cute!

Houston’s first fishing experience catching freshwater trout in the mountains w/ cousins Terri & Patrick in late June. (Click to see all June pics.)

That Friday night, our church hosted a Hotdog Family Supper. This was, of course, less about food and more about observing the Biblical instructions learned, and the awesome efforts of the 500+ kids who participated in VBS and all the volunteers who made the successful week possible.

Stephen and I separated and took turns hanging with each boy’s class as they went from activity to activity, moving about our large church at quick pace. This took some maneuvering, considering that Gabriel and Zeke were in different tribes — a great experience for them, but a challenge for the parents of twins plus one.

That Sunday, all the VBS kids performed two of their songs on stage before both sermons. We couldn’t see Houston, who was in the back, but Gabe and Zeke were front row, unabashedly dancing and singing their hearts out in front of a congregation of a few thousand.

My hip & everyone’s hacking

In late July, I had a session with a new orthopedic specialist, Nikki. I had been experiencing more pain than normal since my last physical therapy with my former specialist a couple months ago. My mobility and strength had drastically improved after my first session with him, but then plummeted after the second.

Zeke goes all out Boba Fett during a Moms Club outing in early June.

Nikki did a battery of tests, but didn’t do any major manipulation of my body like the previous specialist had done. Instead, she took a more mathematic and pragmatic approach, measuring my abilities (or lack thereof) during particular stretches.

Well, my diagnosis is the same: stressed my left hip during my first childbirth > exacerbated it over the years > it never had a chance to recover, so my right side overcompensated and my left side became increasingly clenched > it spread from hip to lower back to right thigh and into a debilitating problem.

However, my treatment and recovery is different. Nikki assigned me three new, easy stretches that have to be done in twice-daily sessions. The routine will alleviate the pain, making it more intermittent. Thankfully, this has been the case over the past week.

But she was also confident that I would be CURED of my ailments within six weeks, as long as I stay diligent in my routine. I pray the good therapist is right. So far, so good. Thanks, Nikki!

Houston devours Jessie’s solar system cake & the twins munch ice cream, while grill-master Daddy takes a load off, during Houston’s 5th birthday party.

At their last appointment in the spring, the twins’ asthma specialist had advised that I start them back on their meds in August. The hope is that they’ll need to do the antihistamine pill and puffer for just one more season, which regrettably runs from late summer to late spring for their condition (cough-variant asthma).

Considering that Zeke’s dry, unproductive cough came back with a vengeance even earlier than expected and Gabe’s arrived right on time, I’m not quite as optimistic as the doc that they’ll grow out of CVA as soon as she had thought.

It’s an annoying, restless nighttime cough that has caused some major disruptions to our already fragile sleep cycle. But now that the meds have finally seeped into their little systems, our collective states of slumber — which have been in peril for about a week now — are a bit more gratifying with each passing night.

Unfortunately, I’ve had a yucky cough for a few days, as well, and Houston’s been complaining of a soar throat. I’m pretty sure it’s all seasonal-allergy related, but that still doesn’t make it any more pleasant when dealing with whining kids or even my own phlegm.

Houston & Asher — another version of “double trouble” — take turns jet-spraying guests @ the party. (Click to see all birthday pics.)

Swimming & hiking

On 8/3, Zeke finally got his one-on-one with Daddy from a diamond contest he won months ago. He chose to go swimming at the Y, and both Stephens (Beeler and Ezekiel) reportedly had a wonderful time.

The day before, the boys and I went swimming with Christie and her posse. The kids played well, freeing me up to enjoy some adult chitchat. And the dudes showed great confidence and improvement with their aquatic skills, namely kicking, attempting strokes, submerging themselves, and just being comfortable in the water.

On recent boys-only outings, Daddy took the crew hiking; to the NSC to see a mummy exhibit (although it was an extra fee, so they ended up not seeing the preserved bodies); shopping to spend Houston’s remaining birthday money; and twice to Chick-fil-A.

Homeschool prep

On 8/7, Stephen, Christie and I attended a Classical Conversations orientation at the home of our community director, Jen. It wasn’t anything groundbreaking, just more an opportunity for everyone to get together and for us newbies to hear the encouraging words of a few seasoned homeschoolers.

Jen also mapped out what the weekly community tutorials will entail for students and some of the fun things planned for CC families this fall. Can’t believe summer’s nearly over and school is almost here!

Gabriel, as with most things, is very serious about his gun-fighting skills.

Peeve of the day

Every time I go to a store, I get asked during checkout to make a donation to help local kids buy school supplies. Isn’t that what my property taxes are for … to fund government education?

This altruistic-pushing practice is especially maddening during shopping trips when I’m crunching numbers, budgeting monies and deciding what to buy and what to hold off on for my own kids’ education. I mean, if you want to do it “for the children,” do it.

But putting the onus on consumers as some of us are coupon-cutting and trying to keep our heads above water during this economic malaise is just irritating. I believe in voluntary charity, but this is do-gooderism sleight of hand. Thanks, but no thanks.

And if you really want to help the kids, let the money follow the student, and let parents choose the schools that he or she attends, whether that be public or private. Furthermore, I’ll take a tax deduction for homeschooling expenses while you’re at it.