Behind the scenes, our family has been involved in all our usual educational enterprises, and it’s high time for an update.
We’ve been teaching the kids to read thanks to this book, and we love it. We had several discussions about whether or not the book was properly Rancierian, because even though I’m the one going to graduate school in philosophy, my husband is thoroughly committed to the pedagogical theory of one particular French communist. In the end, I convinced him to give the book a try, and I think we’ve both been pleased. Jared, at any rate, is a whiz at this reading thing. We’re only 12 lessons in and already he’s sight-reading words before we even start sounding them out. Rebekah is a little less compliant and can’t seem to make the connection between auditory and visual information, so we’ve gone back to review some earlier lessons. In the meantime, we’ve taken this as yet more proof that Jared is a Matheson and Rebekah is a Berkey.
This week was my last week of classes before spring break. I won’t be taking much of a break, of course, because I have three papers to write over the week, but I’m excited to have a class-free schedule in which to work on them.
I’ve also been educating myself in fitness for the past several months by working with a personal trainer. I’m up to deadlifting somewhere in the realm of 40 lbs with no back pain, and as of this month, I can squat with proper form, after all! I’ve got a pretty mean push-up, too, which I never thought would happen, and I’m currently perfecting my kettlebell technique (TGU’s, here I come!). It turns out that spending one’s childhood sitting on a piano bench, then giving birth to twins, and then jumping into an exercise routine without any guidance, is a perfect recipe for back pain. I’m having a lot of fun figuring out how a body is supposed to function.
The twins, of course, continue to attend preschool and love it. As of this week their teachers uploaded a whole bunch of pictures, so here’s what they’ve been up to:
Jared and Rebekah stood here tonelessly singing at the top of their lungs for a solid five minutes. Eventually they got some of the other kids to join in, too.
They’ve been talking about underwater animals lately and have been constructing an ocean mural to go along with that theme.
My work time at home continues to be funded by the kids’ Kindles, and Rebekah has discovered a new favorite show: Angelina Ballerina. We’ve seen a dramatic uptick in her dancing around the living room. Yesterday morning, Rebekah danced for Mike and he got a little teary. “Watching Rebekah dance is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in my life.” And of course I got a little teary hearing him say that. It turns out that sentimentality is the stuff ballet tuitions are made of. We’ll have to see how long we can hold resolute.
It feels like Spring is officially here. We’ve had weather in the 50’s all week, and then on Wednesday the temperatures peaked at 72 degrees. It was a little piece of heaven and gave us a burst of hope to sustain us for the rain over the next couple days. On Friday the weather was gorgeous, again, and since the kids had a half day, I took them to the park while I read another chapter of Foucault.
Last night after dinner, we took a walk to Target. We had some basic stuff to buy, but we also made sure to walk through their Easter section, because one of my favorite holiday practices is browsing the holiday section of Target and basking in the rampant commercialism. We’re pretty proud of ourselves for only coming home with some Easter baskets and none of the candy needed to fill them. We’ve been focused on Easter for most of March, actually. FHE all month long is focused on the Easter story. It turns out that teaching preschoolers about death is a little tricky, let alone Jesus’s death. We’re doing our best. At least during Holy Week there will be visual aids made out of construction paper. That should do the trick, right? Anyway. We’re getting totally psyched around here. I think we might prefer Easter to Christmas.