Geografiya s kartoi solonogo testo

Географическия с картой соленого теста

и орфография

Итак, наша школьная программа «Гобелен Благодати», год 1, мы изучаем древний Египет (за 3 недели). И одним из заданий по географии было сделать соленого теста и создать страну, которая отображает такие географические харастеристики: утес, море, полуостров, канал, дельта, остров и т. д. (Я помню, как делала это со Скайлой и Викой много лет назад).

Андре хотел использовать пищевой краситель, поэтому мы так и сделали

Мой Андрей скептически относится к любой новой идее, поэтому он не хотел делать это, когда я впервые представила эту идею в начале нашего совместного времени сегодня, но потом ему очень понравилось – ему понравилось смешивать тесто – я позволил ему добавить пищевую краситель, и он добавил много других вещах после того, как мы выполнили условия: лодки, мосты, маяк, другие острова, дома и т. д.

Мы тоже используем программу для орфография, которая дает разные идеи, как тактально учится, чтоб запоминать как правильно писать слова.

Geography features with salt

So Tapestry of Grace, year 1, we’re learning about ancient Egypt. And one geography assignment was to mix up a batch of salt dough and create a country that displays these geographical features: cliff, sea, peninsula, canal, delta, island, etc. (I remember doing this with Skyla and Vika years ago.)

mixing dough, Andre wanted to use food coloring, so we did

Andre is my complete skeptic about any new idea, so he didn’t want to do this when I first introduced the idea at the beginning of our time together, but then, he loved it– he loved mixing the dough– I let him put in the food coloring, and he added tons of features after we did the terms– boats, bridges, a lighthouse, more islands, houses, etc.

First Week of School

I love starting and ending at odd times. Quarantine came, and I decided to ditch 2nd grade with Andre. (The girls are on their own tracks to finish 8th grade.) He was already in Third Grade math and reading, so I figured, let’s drop it. I wasn’t inspired by it, neither was he.

So I used Quarantine to … change. I love change, I love seeds of ideas bursting forth into blooms, leading into fruit. In January, I had planned to move midwifery studies to first place. But then, several factors converged to change my direction once again.

I realized that Skyla and Vika would be G-O-N-E GONE in four years, and my window of opportunity with them is in its final stages. So I:

And most importantly at this moment, I invested in myself as a teacher– I’ve been realizing that if I’m going to enjoy home schooling, I need to invest myself in learning the skills of it, So I:

I did this because I think I have a similar personality to her and I really, really love her program– how it integrates history, literature, culture, arts, geography, philosophy, writing.

I spent time learning the program, learning to do the parts I’ve been skipping and which I naturally am repelled by. I also set myself up for success (hopefully) by starting early (this week) with only Andre and Una. I made an early bedtime and before bed we clean the living room and I set up our needed books the next day. We set up a big table. And we have a definite start time. I also made Weekly Assignments for them, and they (Andre especially) love seeing what they have to do for a day and crossing it off as it’s done.

clean, organized, devoted workspace
school books in one place
Our unit topics for 36 weeks of school
Weekly assignments for each Level: grammar (upper or lower), dialectic, rhetoric.

I’m starting Andre and Una as Lower Grammar students; Andre is writing level 3 while Una is level 1.

Literature and history
Fine Arts
Extra/Other: Geography, science, and extra history reading

Left: Una learning to read. She still doesn’t remember all the sounds of the letters in the alphabet but we go on slowly with combining sounds a bit. Her brain will click with it when it’s time.

Right: Andre took off this year with English reading. This is a third grade reader I found, and he reads a page aloud each day.

Math is easy for Andre; It’s what’s most interesting for Una though it clicks less at this time. She has fun with the shapes, counting, and writing numbers.

Andre has another handwriting program, but I’m also trying to incorporate more writing for him. He needs repetition and practice. He’s getting ready for spelling. We use Spelling Power. He writes the group rule, then does a short activity like writing in chalk markers on the board below. Today he recorded himself saying the words and spelling them.

And this is a recent photo of moi, teacher extraordinaire.

I have more to say, but it will wait for another post 🙂

Pervaya Nedelya Skoli

Я люблю начинать и заканчивать школу в необычные времена. Пришел карантин, и я решила бросить 2-й класс с Андреем. (Девчонки самостоятельно заканчивают 8-й класс.) Он уже учился в третьем классе по математике и чтению, поэтому я решила, что давайте оставим остальных. Меня это не вдохновляло, как и он.

Поэтому я использовала Карантин, чтобы… измениться. Я люблю перемены, я люблю семена идей, расцветающие, ведущие к плодам. В январе я планировала перевести акушерское обучение на первое место. Но затем несколько факторов сошлись, чтобы изменить мое направление еще раз.

Я поняла, что Скайла и Вика покинут нашу семью через четыре года, и мое окно возможностей с ними находится на последней стадии. Так что я:

  • Убирала все мои акушерские вещи
  • Заказала курс химии для нас троих, которые мы проведем вместе в этом году (Химия на кухне)
  • Заказала библейскую программу “Кошек и собак” 1-го года (Виталий любит эту книгу и подхода) для нас троих

И что наиболее важно в этот момент, я инвестировала в себя как учитель – я осознала, что если я собираюсь получать удовольствие от домашнего обучения, мне нужно вкладывать средства в изучение его навыков, поэтому я:

  • Купил книгу Марсии Сомервиль «Любите дорогу» (Смысль–любить сам процесс домашнего обучения– это то, что Виталий
    постоянно вдохновляет меня сделать); эта книга действительно “в точку”.
  • И инвестировала в ее видео сериал «Master Teacher Training» …. подготовка мастерских учителей … (я пока просмотрела 3 лекции).

Я сделала это, потому что я думаю, что у меня есть схожая с ней личность, и я действительно, очень люблю ее программу – как она объединяет историю, литературу, культуру, искусство, географию, философию, письмо.

Я потратила время на изучение ее программы, научившись выполнять части, которые я пропустила раньше, и которые меня, естественно, отталкивают. Я также настроился на успех (надеюсь), начав рано (на этой неделе) только с Андреем и Юной. Мы рано ложимся спать, и перед сном мы убираем зал и я готовлю необходимые книги для следующего дня. Мы открываем большой стол. И у нас есть определенное время начала (8:30). Я также сделала Еженедельные Задания для них, и они (особенно Андрей) любят видеть то, что они должны сделать в течение дня и вычеркивать это, как это было сделано.

чистое, организованное, преданное рабочее пространство
все школьные книги в одном месте
Наш блок темы для 36 недель школы
Еженедельные задания для каждого уровня: грамматика (первый или второй уровень), диалектика, риторика.

Андрей и Юна вместе на первой уровня грамматики; но по программе написания, Андре пишет задания на уровень 3, а Юна пишет на уровень 1.

Литература и история
Изобразительное искусство

Дополнительное/Другие: география, наука и дополнительное чтение истории

Слева: Юна учится читать. Она до сих пор не помнит все звуки букв в алфавите, но мы медленно продолжаем комбинировать звуки. Ее мозг все поймет, когда ее придет время.

Справа: Андрей взлетел в этом году с английским чтением. Это учебник третьего класса, который я нашла где-то, и он читает страницу вслух каждый день.

Математика проста для Андрея. И то, что наиболее интересным для Юны, хотя в настоящее время она мало понимает. Она любит формы, считать и писать цифры.

У Андрея есть еще одна программа для рукописного ввода, но я также пытаюсь привлечь больше писем для него. Ему нужно повторение и практика. Он готовится к орфографии. Мы используем Spelling Power. Он пишет правило группы, затем выполняет короткое задание, например, пишет мелом маркерами на доске ниже. Сегодня он записал себя, произнося слова и произнося их по буквам.

И это недавняя фотография меня, экстраординарной учительница!

У меня есть еще что сказать, но это будет ждать другого поста 🙂

Midlife crisis: Joy and Blessing

As I was working in the quiet morning, cleaning the kitchen, and packing for our camping trip that starts today, I suddenly thought about how happy I am. At this moment, I am so happy.

I’m happy with our wonderful children. We have two early-teenage girls, an 8-yr-old boy, and a 5yo girl. They bring so much happiness and adventure and fulfillment into my life.

It’s hard, but putting aside all feminist and complementarian/egalatarian arguments about the purpose of woman and man, roles, and all the cultural (Christian and secular) junk about self-fulfillment, gender roles, etc., I just want to say I’m very happy with motherhood, with homeschooling, with our home life. I’m happy with the result inside me that submitting to these things– submitting to them as God’s will for ME (not for all womankind)– has affected. I’m happy with all the wonderful, good ways it’s changed me as a person as I’ve submitting to following Jesus Christ in these things.

It’s a happy moment, and midlife (for me) is a time of starting to enjoy the fruit from the travails of the last 10-15 yrs.

I’ll give you one moment why I’m thinking about this. Yesterday our new mixer arrived. It’s a stand-mixer and pretty big. Andre was so thrilled about this huge box sitting on our kitchen floor–He loves the kitchen– it’s so much heat, electronics, pouring, mixing, machinery, knives, cracking eggs– what’s not to love for a boy?

I wanted to keep the mixer in the box until we came back from our camping trip, but … I’m also learning from Vitaliy how to actively enter into our kids’ interests and joys (I’ve often wanted to protect myself from that, perhaps because of the exhaustion levels of pregnancy and breastfeeding and co-sleeping and all that, but I don’t have those factors in my life any more, so generally I do have more energy) …

So I decided to enter into his joy and interest and get the mixer out. So we did– we examined all the parts– it’s a mixer, a blender, and a meat grinder all in one– We set up all the attachments, and he wanted to make frozen-banana ice cream in the blender … So we did that, too, adding milk, frozen bananas, frozen strawberries, strawberry syrup– I laugh about it now, how sugary-sweet our concoction was, but he was having such fun plopping and pouring things in, watching the funnel form in the thick mixture.

We had a fun time, and I’m glad I entered into his joy and fascination. I still feel the joy of that today.

He’s so tall; he’s made so much reading progress; he’s so growing up. It’s just amazing and it gives me joy.

“Being a mom is the best and most important job EVER,” this shocking thought went through my brain this morning.

I will remind you (and me) of what I USED to think, when my first two kids were little and I was struggling with all the sacrifices: “I will never miss THIS! Never!” That’s what I used to think.

Now I think this is the best thing ever. …. 🙂

So that’s something I enjoy about midlife. It might be the “long middle” (per Donald Miller’s analogy–that we don’t have the excitement of the push-off or the achievement of the end– we’re just rowing in the long, in-between dark)– so it’s the long middle, but the long middle also has it’s joys, satisfaction, and fulfillment.

I was thinking also yesterday, that transitioning out of the pregnancy-birth phase contributes to these midlife feelings– pregnancy and birth give a type of excitement, anticipation, something to plan for and be interested in, partnering with God in creation. But this phase doesn’t have that particular excitement or scheduling any more. So I’m thinking about what to switch to– What to LEARN TO enjoy and anticipate and mark as milestones in this midlife phase.

birth is safe: perspective

“Birth is safe” is a controversial statement.

But, generally speaking, especially in basically-well-fed countries, birth is safe. There are a small number of births that need intervention to be safe.

In some ways, how we are able to release birth into the normal process that it usually is, is based on our context. Look at this clip, at minute 2:00.

“Aw, don’t worry, child. There’s nothing to bringing a baby,” says the doctor in a huge field surrounded by dying men.

I got to thinking about this with Covid-19, and women thinking about switching to home birth. What happened? The “risks” of birth at home sink down in the face of the “risk” of contracting Covid-19? Apparently.

I am also doing some midwifery assignments where I write a little instruction sheet for parents in case the midwife doesn’t arrive in time. So I’ve read two little “Emergency Childbirth” booklets.

Oh my. Maybe they should be our textbooks for normal birth.

  • “Don’t hurry.”
  • “Don’t push on the uterus.”
  • “Don’t pull the head out.”
  • “Make the mom comfortable.”
  • “Remain calm.”
  • “Don’t cut the cord.”

I just wanted to point this out. I’m not saying we want to live in “emergency childbirth” mode, but there are some elements of it that we need to remember and return ourselves to.

Dnevnik: cmireniye

Вчера утром я скопировала в свой дневник эту цитату из книги Эндрю Мюррея «Смирение».

 Брат![Аня!] Ничто другое не может вылечить тебя от желания принимать славу от людей или от сверхчувствительности и боли, и злости, когда ты ее не получаешь, как только если ты предашь себя тому, чтобы искать лишь славы, идущей от Бога. Пусть слава Всевышнего Бога станет всем для тебя. Ты будешь свободным от славы человеческой и от себя самого, и тебя будет полностью удовлетворять то, что ты ничто. Из этой нулевой отметки ты возрастешь в сильной вере, воздавая славу Богу, и ты обнаружишь, что, чем глубже ты окунешься в смирение перед Ним, тем ближе окажется Он, чтобы исполнить любое желание твоей Веры.

И размышляя над этим, я молилась…

О Боже, пусть будет желание моей веры смириться перед Тобой – Боже, освободи меня от поиска славы от себя или других. Пожалуйста. Пожалуйста, даруй славу – Твою славу – чтобы я искал ее один. Господи, это напрасно – совершенно напрасно искать славы у людей или у себя. Мы переменчивы, забывчивы, ложны. Так помилуй меня. Научи меня, как оставить все это, оставить это и искать только Твою славу.

Я думала, что конкретно это значить “искать только Его славу”?

Мы поехали в Макаровку, чтобы взять наши велосипеды. Я не хотела ехать, но Виталий хотел, чтобы я была с ними, и я понимаю, что он чувствует – мне тоже нравится, когда он со мной.

По дороге домой мы остановились у моста, чтоб гулать пару минут на природе. Такая усталость и я не хотела остановиться, поэтому было искушение выразить свое раздражение. Но я, по милости Божьей, молчала и погуляла с ними.

Позже, когда мы приехали домой, я опять испытывала искушение быть раздраженной с Юной, чтобы защитить себя и позаботиться о своей собственной усталости. И когда я сидела на своем стуле, думая об этом искушении, я вспомнила, что написал Эндрю Мюррей: Оставить себя и свою славу и, вместе этого, позволить Божьей славе быть моей единственной заботой.

Я в своей усталости думала, вот, момент. Я могу освободиться от мыслей о своем собственном состоянии и желании. Прямо сейчас я могу просто позволить Божьей славе быть моим единственным желанием и позволить Ему наполнить меня, чтобы я могла бы сделать то, что Он хочет в этом моменте.

Я так и сделала. Это не было захватывающим, но этот земной момент был сверхъестественным. Это был шаг. Шаг конкретного отворачивания от моей славы, в поисках славы Божьей.

coronavirus, midlife, sacrificing, resentment

It all comes together somehow, doesn’t it??? Ha, ha.

So I was sitting downstairs, in the spacious living room, in my glider rocking chair, drinking my lovely tea, and reading morning prayers/Scriptures from The Divine Hours. I copied into my journal this prayer:

Pour your grace into my heart, O Lord, that I … may by His cross and passion be brought to the glory of His resurrection….

Somewhere in this time of prayer, Vitaliy mentions that he’ll possibly be going out to drive folks to work– this is civil/medical employees who are required/allowed to be at work during this very-strict quarantine– the government’s making it tighter every day.

And this surge of anger, irritation, and resentment began to rise up in me. You know, coronavirus exposure, he’s bringing it home. Him, me, four kids. He’s breaking my bubble of perceived safety. On and on my mind fumed. “He is so nuts. Why do we all have to bear the consequences and suffering for his risk level?? Ministry, ‘my eye’ (as Marilla fumed in Anne of Green Gables).”

That midlife angsty feeling about why I have to give up continually, pout pout. The struggle with aging and safety and knowing it all can happen to me, which youth seemed so blithely unaware of and untouched by.

I guess one nice thing about my fuming is that I do it all internally. I make a few silent signs of my struggle, but have to work it all out inside before I put it into words.

(And, now that I’m back in my right mind, I want to say that Yes, Vitaliy has a higher risk level than I, but he also is a very careful person even in his risker actions. Like rock climbing (serious rock climbing, like on the cliffs by the sea)– he carefully uses all the safety ropes and stuff. So it’s not that he’s recklessly risky. His risk-safety balance is also what makes him good at his ministry, too.) So, I generally appreciate all this.

So I fume to my journal, and that is what I want to put out here, in a more ordered form.

I will write it out as in prayer form, as I wrote it:

God, help me to make my sacrifices joyfully, not grudgingly.

And I started to think of all the sacrifices in my life that still hurt me.

God asks of me sacrifices, and I need to be able to offer them without resentment. [My mind roamed through Scripture.] Abraham offered Isaac. God offered His Son. Jesus offered everything.

What’s the key, God, of making sacrifices without resentment?

Incorrect sacrifices are to offer the worst, to offer what is invaluable to me–these are not sacrifices; we don’t notice or feel them. A sacrifice, by definition, has to cost me something.

Somewhere in here, the pharmacist in our church that Vitaliy had offered to drive replies that she doesn’t need a ride, so Vitaliy settles into the couch. (Read the end to know how this turns out.)

So what is the purpose of a sacrifice? God doesn’t need it, so its purpose is in my heart. He wants my heart, my love.

But He’s not sadistic, taking from me a sacrifice just to cause me pain. Pain is involved in sacrifice, but it’s not the point of the sacrifice.

There is always a greater point, sometimes we don’t understand this. Is it that, with the sacrifice, we’re choosing to hold something greater? ‘We’re redeeming something? Like with giving up a certain career to stay home with my kids– it caused me to serve other people (kids, current other ministries), possibly in a much greater way that I cannot sense now.

Jesus’ sacrifice fulfills God’s great plan of redeeming people for Himself in a love relationship. It brings enormous returns, or does it? Not for Him, but for us, the ones sacrificed for.

God’s sacrifices are not necessary for Him but it is the nature of His love and character to do them.

But what about the death of a child? Is that a sacrifice we make, to accept that?

The sacrifices for our sins in the OT. Well, our “sacrifices” are not atoning, they don’t help pay our sin debt.

So how to become willing to sacrifice something for the good of others? We sacrifice to obey God.

Our sin natures want to grudge and resent. We find some evil pleasure in feeling that we have a right to be angry at God (or someone else) for taking something that was rightfully ours.

So maybe the key to un-resentment is not the idea of being willing to make a sacrifice but thinking that we had a right to the valuable (to us) thing that God or someone else takes from us.

Or we feel it was an unnecessary sacrifice, like the death of a child or spouse. Is that rightly a “sacrifice” or just a loss?

God asking David to wander in the wilderness hiding from Saul– God could’ve done that deal a million other ways. Why didn’t Saul die as soon as David was anointed. Why did David feel compelled that he had no right to kill Saul? Did he struggle with being stuck in the wilderness with uncouth men for so long when he could’ve been having a good life on the throne? Was that a sacrifice for David, or is it in another category?

So what’s the key to no resentment (sacrifice or not)?

TRUST.

That God has my good, my best good, in this, His plan.

Trusting in people, even well-meaning ones, we learn that they can make mistakes. This can lead to suspicion and resentment, even when they’re trying to do something good for us.

But with God, part of the no-resentment giving-up is realizing the truth–that I have no right to that thing in the first place. That career. That feeling of safety. I have no right not to get sick with coronavirus. I have no right to have a nice apartment or van. I have no right to have a husband who stays home 24/7 when God has put him in a position of serving. All those things might be given to me, but that’s their nature– gifts. Health, career, possessions. They are gifts from God. Not my rights. Not permanent states of being.

So that talked me down off my high horse of resentment. And the pharmacist called again and said that she can’t get a taxi for the life of her, so he’s driving her to work even now.

midlife crisis and growth

So I’m continuing my series about this. I want to say up front that I can’t share everything God is speaking to me because parts of relationships are wrecked if we make them public. But I want to share some things I can share.

First, I realized the Blah I wrote about in my last post also characterized my Bible reading and my feelings about God.

So when I realized this, I committed to God to not allow this to happen, by his grace. I wouldn’t let my relationship with him continue to stagnate or feel Blah.

God’s Word and God are not Blah. But God is showing me that I make them Blah. And He wants to enrich the way I relate to him.

I’m also learning how tired I am, and how I’d slipped away from refreshing myself in the ways I really need– because I feel a little guilty about *doing things for myself* and not always doing things for other people, I think.

My focus this year is Spiritual Disciplines, and you know, I thought that would mean exerting more self-effort to keep chugging along doing all those great expectations of things Christians are supposed to do.

But it’s turning out to be the opposite. Spiritual disciplines, when understood correctly, actually expose our self-effort. They actually begin with acknowledging that I can’t. I can’t transform myself. I can’t do all the right things and thereby make my life passionate or worthy. I can’t be fulfilled by doing good, wonderful things.

Spiritual disciplines are about humbling myself away from striving. It’s placing myself in positions where I stop talking and doing, and allow God to draw out my soul and create the relationship He wants. Only he is capable of being the leader and doing this.

This is one of the books that I bought about spiritual disciplines. I was feeling resistant to this book for a while, but I recently picked it up, and I’ve sucked it up like a vacuum, and now I’m going through it again. Her life experience meets mine, and she’s a few steps ahead– meaning, she hasn’t forgotten what it’s like to be in this stage yet (where I am), and she’s passed through it in a good way.

This is the part where I can’t share things God has done in my heart, but He did speak to me once again his word to me this year “Seek My Face.”

Thy face, Lord, will I seek.

midlife crisis and comfort

Yes, I’m still talking about this. Actually, I process this a lot more with Vitaliy because I’m embarrassed to keep writing about it! I’m like, sheesh, can’t I get over it already? So we are discussing together the experiences of middle-aging.

Lately, the feeling of middle-aging manifests itself as “blah.” Blah about ministries and stuff I used to have Big Feelings and excitement about. Now it’s just …. blah. Why did I care about this? Can someone help me care again?

I’m tempted to quit things and start something new, something that surely will be exciting like things used to be exciting, right?

That’s probably Wrong.

And I had a revelation today. If you remember, the first part of my middle-life “crisis” was reconciling my unrealized dreams with the life that I have.

And I realized today, that if I had realized those dreams, I would now also feel Blah about them, too.

I’ve been groping about for God in this weirdness. And today He gave me some specific comforts.

I turned to Isaiah 40 because I wanted to re-read this passage:

He gives power to the faint,
    and to him who has no might he increases strength.
30 Even youths shall faint and be weary,
    and young men shall fall exhausted;
31 but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength;
    they shall mount up with wings like eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;
    they shall walk and not faint.

Because I was feeling a different kind of weariness. Not the physical-exhaustion weariness, but the Everything-is-Blah feeling of weariness.

I had written in the margin by this verse an earlier date and a note like: “I feel like this having little kids.” So today I wrote in the date and “I feel like this with middle life.”

But what I noticed, in my groping about for God in this weird experience: verse 27

Why do you say, O Jacob,
    and speak, O Israel,
“My way is hidden from the Lord,
    and my right is disregarded by my God”?

Do I think that, too? Do I think God is actually far away and distant, not seeing, not caring, turned off by my naval-gazing? or … is His hand specifically leading me through this experience?

Then, I was going through today’s Leading Little Ones to God lesson with Andre, and we read together verses from Psalm 139, and they also amazed and comforted me. Such familiar thoughts, but I forget to apply them in this context.

You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
    you discern my thoughts from afar.
You search out my path and my lying down
    and are acquainted with all my ways.
Even before a word is on my tongue,
    behold, O Lord, you know it altogether.
You hem me in, behind and before,
    and lay your hand upon me. …   
If I take the wings of the morning  and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
10 even there your hand shall lead me,
    and your right hand shall hold me.
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me,
    and the light about me be night,”
12 even the darkness is not dark to you;
    the night is bright as the day,
    for darkness is as light with you.

Also, HA! I read some articles about middle-life-aging, and I’m like, sheesh, so I want to record the wonderful things I like about my personal middle age.

  1. I have a wonderful marriage.
  2. I have wonderful relationships with my children and my relatives.
  3. My life is filled with things that I *value* doing, though some things, though I value them, I don’t *like* the day-to-day actual doing of it.
  4. I take care of myself, and my body is serving me well. I keep my stress levels in check.
  5. Our kids are at the ages and we are in the phase of life (middle age phase?) where we can travel for educational and ministry purposes, which I just lovelovelove.

So, here we are. Middle Age. Like Middle Earth??

Ha ha, just a little corny LotR humor there….

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