We're back in the saddle at the old homestead and school is almost in full swing. Being the
wise realistic veteran (I can say this now that we're in our fifth year) homeschooling mom, I planned our lesson plans on the lighter side for the first couple of weeks. I've come to appreciate this when it's the evening before the first day of school and I'm running around frantically preparing. Phew. Not as much of a load this way.
With two official days down, we are thriving and successful. Despite the reluctance that reared it's ugly head in the last week of summer, Tuesday morning dawned hope and eagerness in the hearts of young students.
As in the past, the routine and schedule put a new spring in my step and lightness in my chest.
The only wild card was the unknown of how the little girls would handle the new normal.
Well, they hardly missed a beat and didn't notice a thing. They still got to crawl/run around and rain down toy disaster wherever they went. Alone or together they spent time going back and forth between the schoolroom and the playroom.
At the end of the day, as long as there was cake to celebrate the momentous First Day, all was well.
All they really cared about was how the new changes affected what time lunch was served.
Right on time. As always.
With the big kids back to school, it did mean that Gianna had to step it up a bit and take on new responsibilities.
She'd tell you that nothing gets done without her. If only she could.
When the day is done, big kids are happy (so far), they have plenty of free/play time and the little girls are glad their buddies are at home to play. Our homeschooling gig is definitely still working for us.