Nature Calendar

I'm going to try something new on my blog. I found a wonderful nature calendar over at Holy Experience. We have been doing the little activities every day for the past few weeks and have been enjoying them immensely. They don't take very long to do, and we are learning alot. I'm going to try and do a series of short posts about the daily nature activities we have done from this calendar.

The nature calendar is from a book called "Natural Science Through the Seasons: 100 Teaching Units" by J.A. Partridge. It is an older book, published in 1946 and is out of print. I looked around on the internet and could not find a copy. My library system had only one copy stored away in a back room that I could look at but not take out of the library. I looked at it and it was a great book. Hopefully I'll stumble upon a copy one day. Ann at Holy Experience has taken photos of the calendar pages in her book and posted them on her site. I printed out a copy of March's nature calendar from her blog.

Anyways, today's task was: Watch for moths coming out of cocoons.

I have never found a moth cocoon. I thought this was an interesting task. I did find two websites about moth cocoons though, here and here.

We did not see any moths coming out of cocoons today, but we were out in the backyard making mudpies, filling our birdfeeders, and looking at some moss we have in a dish (it was a task from another day).

I'm going to link future entries at the bottom of this post so you can follow along with us if you like!

March

7th: Sun rise Sun set Length of day

8th: Get books on attracting birds and birdhouses.

9th: Watch for canada geese flying north.

10th: The song sparrow is due.

11th: Place a twig with tent caterpillar eggs in water.

12th: Watch for the red winged blackbird.

13th: Make a home for a bluebird.

14th: Observe how the water in a stream wears, carries and deposits soil.

15th: Sunrise Sunset Length of day

16th: It’s time for the meadowlark.

17th: Learn of the shamrock and St. Patrick.

18th: Our orchard friend the bluebird, settles in their new home.

19th: List the winter sleepers that have come out. Raccoon? Chimpmunk? Bat? Bear? Skunk?

20th: From maple sap to maple sugar.

21st: Start garden seeds indoors.

22nd: Sunrise Sunset Length of day

23rd: Prune roses 6 to 8 inches from the ground.

24th: Place twigs of cherry, apple or plum in water.

25th: Have you seen the mourning cloak butterfly?

26th: Look for frog’s eggs.Watch a few develop in a jar of water.

27th: The chipmunk comes forth from his burrow.

28th: The first wildflower, the skunk-cabbage, is a cousin of the calla lily.

29th: Sunrise Sunset Length of day

30th: Be sure you water your garden seedlings.

31st: Look for robin, killdeer, grackle, cowbird, heron, brown creeper, phoebe.

Storytelling on our nature walk

When I was in Banff in April I had the opportunity to take lots of nature walks. On these walks I started thinking about the 'stories' that nature had to tell, and I started wondering how I could use stories to share the experience of nature with my children. It would be easy enough to make up a little story about the squirrel tracks in the snow,

or the mountain crocus pushing its way through the snow to be the first flower in the spring,

or how the mountains came to be, with their majestic lines showing the layers and layers of sediment pushed up from deep within the earth.

I came home and we quickly got back into the routine of life and I forgot about the nature stories.

This week I was reminded again from a number of sources that I should try out this idea of making up my own nature story. I recently got a few books from the library about storytelling. Basically, your story needs a main character, and that character has a problem. They have a few adventures trying to solve the problem and then the problem is solved.

So, on our walk today I gave it a shot. We walked by a small pine tree and I began to make up a story about a pine seed. The little pine seed wanted to grow into a big pine tree like its mother, but it was trapped inside a pine cone. It couldn't get out, because the cone was closed too tightly. Winter covered it with snow. In the spring the rain washed it into a river and it was carried downstream. Finally it washed up on shore. Then a squirrel carried it high, high up into a tree. He began peeling back the sections and eating the seeds inside. He was just about to eat the little pine seed when he was startled and dropped it on the ground. The little seed sprouted, grew roots and became a tiny pine tree. Soon it grew into the small pine tree we had passed by, and one day it hoped to become as big as its mother.

The kids loved the story, and were begging me for more, but I thought one story per walk would be more than enough.

It is tempting to stuff my kids full of endless nature facts, but telling a simple story seemed to resonate with them on a different level. I enjoyed it as well, pausing in places and letting them fill in parts of the story as we went along. No one knew quite where the story would take us as we walked along the shady path.

Halfway through summer

We're almost at the halfway point in summer. Much to my horror I have realized that my little ones have been out riding their bikes about 3 times this year. Also to my horror, is the fact that my 6 year old cannot ride his bike without training wheels. I had a similar moment in March where I realized we had not been tobogganing yet, despite having the snowiest winter ever.

I'm not sure what age kids typically learn to ride their bikes without training wheels, but every now and then we see a little kid who is certainly not much more than 4 years old, whizzing by on his bike.

So, I set out to remedy this situation. The Nuthatch, however, was not particularly interested in figuring out how to ride his bike. He would try for a few minutes and give up. So, contrary to all my parenting instincts I offered to give him a dime for every time he rode up and down a section of our street.

Money is his current obsession. He is collecting a small pile of change on his bunk bed, not so he can buy anything in particular, but just for the sake of collecting it. There have been many learning opportunities with this particular interest, unlike his previous obsession with pizza. We have learned how to make change, all about the different coins, and about the security features on the bills.

He perked right up when I mentioned giving him money, as I sunk into despair at the thought of paying my child to ride his bike and the precedent I was setting for future parenting isssues. He was greatly motivated however and has improved immensely in the past few days.

After the bike riding he scurried upstairs with his dimes, and returned with ten of them to convert into a dollar. And then he scurried back upstairs with his dollar and returned with two of them to exchange for a two dollar coin. There was more scurrying and he reappeared with five dollars in coins asking for a 5 dollar bill. I didn't know he had quite that much money squirreled away up there.

Adventures in camping

There has been a cyclical discussion going on between my husband and I for the last few years. It goes something like this:

Person A: "We should buy a tent trailer."

Person B: "Where will we put it?"

Person A: "Ok, maybe we should buy a cottage."

Person B: "Egads! Look how much they cost. We don't have that kind of money."

Person A: "Maybe we should just camp in our tent. I think we need a car carrier for the roof of the van to hold all of the stuff."

Person B: "Maybe we should buy a tent trailer."

Well, a few weeks ago, we finally ended the discussion and bought ourselves a tent trailer. We managed to stuff it into our garage somehow. We suspected that it would take us an hour to squish it in there every time, but the first time my amazing husband parked it in about 10 minutes. We thought that might have been a fluke, but he did it again the following weekend and has now earned the title of "Grand Parking Master".

Our first camping trip went very well. I had a week to pack everything we needed. The weather was good. We had a nice campsite. We swam. We hiked. We got along great.

We were so excited by our initial success that we resolved to go again the following weekend. We decided to go somewhere else, to a campground we had fond memories of visiting 10 years ago.

The day before we were set to depart we checked the weather. Rain, rain, and then more rain. And then we checked our route. We thought it was going to be a 3 hour drive, but it was really a 4 hour drive. We decided not to go.

The next morning I took the kids to a museum since there were thundershowers in the forecast. As we drove there we looked at the beautiful, cloudless blue sky. We had a terrible time at the museum and then came home, as the sun still shone on a perfect summer day. At about 2 pm my husband calls me and says, "Let's go camping! Can you pack in 2 hours?"

So, I packed up all our stuff. When you pack on the spur of the moment like that you know you will forget things. You just hope they aren't too important. Like the Chickadee's shoes, for example. Or Bluejay's size 6 diapers.

Somewhere along the drive I realized that the Chickadee had no shoes, so we stopped at a Walmart before heading off into the wilderness. We did not realize the lack of size 6 diapers until we reached the campsite, so I stuffed him into Chickadee's size 4 diapers when he went to bed. That didn't work so well, as we discovered the wet spot the next morning.

When we arrived at our campsite, we wondered where our fond memories of this place came from. I think we were newlyweds, and the rose-coloured glasses we looked at each other with were also used to view the rest of the world. Our campsite was about 2 feet away from the campsite next to us. We set up the trailer in the dark and the rain and went to sleep.

The next day there was rain. Rain, rain, and then more rain. We drove around and saw a few sights. The forecast for the next two days was rain. Rain, rain, and then more rain. We decided to give up and go home. We packed up the trailer and drove home in the rain. Of course, when we got home we were greeted with beautiful sunshine the next day, but we won't think about that too much.

So, this is all I have to show from that trip. A very, very dirty car. Sigh.

Backyard blackjack (umm...math practice)

Nuthatch was telling me about an episode where Bugs Bunny was playing cards and kept saying "Hit me!" when a little lightbulb went off in my foggy mind. Blackjack! Think of the adding practice! (think of the gambling)

So, here we are, in the backyard (I'm trying to squeeze in as much outdoor time as I can) practicing adding numbers to 21. The addictive nature of this game has us practicing for quite awhile (think of the gambling). Of course there wasn't any betting involved, yet there was a nagging voice at the corners of my conscience.

The jury is still out as to whether today is a good mom day for finding a clever way to practice our math, or a bad mom day for teaching a 6 year old how to gamble.

Camping funnies

This past weekend we took the kids camping. My six year old son is starting to feel like he is too big to go into the women's washroom. On one of our trips to the bathroom he decided to wait outside for me. Another lady was there and left before me. All of a sudden I heard the Nuthatch go "ROOOOAAAARRR!!!" (he likes to pretend he's a velociraptor). Apparently the poor lady jumped and I heard the Nuthatch say "Sorry, I thought you were my mom" in a very small voice.

Risk Analysis

Exploring nature involves certain risks. I analyze these risks, usually at 2 am, and wonder if our nature experience was worth it. Staying inside poses a different set of risks, so just staying at home isn't an option either. The gifts and joys we receive from learning about nature are too great to pass by out of fear.

Can we reach all the way around this oak tree?

Often the hazards are small, of the everyday sort that you would encounter outside if you were exploring nature or not. Bug bites, sunburns and scraped knees are just part of daily life with little kids. We have to navigate traffic and parking lots. I have to make sure none of the kids wander away and get lost.

However, some dangers do keep me awake at night. Recently I wrote a post about visiting a favorite place, and due to a lack of parking I had to move on to somewhere else. This week a high school student stabbed another student in that very same forest I was going to visit with my children. It has given me something to think about.

The park where the stabbing took place.

On another trip with some friends we were exploring a ravine. There were large culverts and drains, and abandoned construction materials. Needless to say it was not a relaxing visit. With three children of various ages and abilities, and all of them very mobile, it required a lot of supervision and awareness of their movements. It can be a challenge to keep them in the same area, as they explore in all directions at the same time.

The kids had a great time, but the bottom line was that it was too dangerous. We won't be visiting this spot again until they are all a few years older and wiser.

There are some things I have been doing to lower the risks we face in our nature studies. It is important to find a safe place to explore and then return to it again and again. Together we discover where the dangers are in that environment and how to deal with them safely. Nature is so rich and diverse I believe it would be very difficult to exhaust the discoveries that just one park holds. We haven't even learned all there is to know about our tiny backyard!

The other part of lowering our risks involves training the children to respond immediately to my verbal directions when we are out (and the rest of the time too!). I cannot be three places at once, despite my best attempts. The Chickadee must stop when I call 'No!'. The Bluejay must return when I call 'Come back!'.

They are all travelling in the same direction! Yay!

Lately I have been telling the Nuthatch that 'with freedom comes responsibility'. He is allowed a wider circle to explore, but must always be able to see me. I have also been encouraging him to watch out for and protect his little sister.

Nature holds many amazing riches for us to explore and discover. However, we must do so with awareness and respect. 'Be prepared!' as the boy scouts would say. We can train up our children not only with a knowledge of nature, but also with the outdoor survival skills necessary to explore in safety. And then we can all sleep better at night.

Getting to know a place

We live in the suburbs. For most of our 'nature' time we need to drive somewhere. There is lots to explore within walking distance of our house, but we live near a very busy road which can be a stressful experience to negotiate.

One thing I have been trying to do is to visit a few natural areas often. I have several parks on my list of places that we return to again and again. I want the kids to see how these places change through the seasons. I want them to develop a map of these areas in their minds and be able to find their way around. I want them to get to know these places well.

There is a lovely small forest not too far from our house. It is just a bit too far for the boys to walk, so we end up driving there. I had chosen this place as our 'main' area to focus on. I liked that it was near our house, and that while there is a lot of human impact, there is still quite a bit of diversity and natural growth.

We went this morning to explore our small forest. I parked in the neighbouring high school parking lot. Unfortunately, someone from the school came out to tell me that only teachers were allowed to park there, and my car would be towed.

Feeling rather frustrated and thwarted in my great 'get to know a place' plan, I loaded the kids and the stroller back into the van and we left to explore a park that we had not been to before.

It turned out to be a wonderful spot. It was quiet and it had a variety of habitats. I could tell that there were lots of 'nature stories' to learn about (I'll write another post about nature stories). It was also quite safe. The kids had just the right kind of morning.

The Nuthatch played 'lion in the grass'.

The BlueJay thought this rock looked like a sandwich. It was getting close to lunch, was he hungry?

There was a shallow stream, perfect for throwing rocks into and for jumping from rock to rock. It was shallow enough that if they fell in they would just get wet.

Sometimes I wonder what value this outdoor time has for my youngest. She was trapped in her stroller all winter since she couldn't walk wearing her snowsuit. Now she can get out and explore too, and she loves it! I bring the stroller along just in case she gets tired, but she spends most of her time following her brothers. She finds little sticks and rocks and dandelion fuzz to investigate. It is a wonderful thing to watch.

I think I have found a new spot to put on our 'short list' of places to explore. We'll be back next week to get to know this place a little better.

Nature Notebook with a 3 year old

Mommy: "Now, I want you to draw a picture of something we saw today on our walk"

5 min later

Mommy: "That's a lovely picture. What is it?"

the BlueJay: "It's a whale!"

Mommy: "Did we see a whale on our walk today?"

the BlueJay: "Umm. No... Can I have a new piece of paper?"

5 min later

Mommy: "What are you drawing now?"

the BlueJay: "It's a great big dinosaur!"

Mommy: "sigh..."

A warbler's death

This evening we found a bird lying in the grass in our backyard. Unfortunately, it was dead. Even more unfortunately, it was a warbler.

The spring migration has begun and these beautiful little birds are making their way to the boreal forests in northern Canada. They eat insects and as such they are not birds you would see at your bird feeders. Each species has its own specialized niche in the forest. Some stay close to the trunk, others feed at the tops of trees and still others tend to forage in the underbrush.

The boys were quite sympathetic with the bird. "We didn't wanted him to be died, we wanted him to be alive." was the BlueJay's sentiment. It was mine too.

It was a female black and white warbler. They creep along the trunks and branches of trees.

Here is the cause of her death. Birds see the reflection of the sky and the trees in the glass, and don't realize there is a window there. It doesn't help that we have a small tree near this window. A number of birds have met their end at this window.

This happens on a much larger scale with the windows on the large office towers downtown. If the lights are on at night, the birds don't see the glass and fly right into the building. This is a short article about FLAP, the Fatal Light Awareness Program. They have recorded over 41,000 bird collisions in Toronto since 1993.

I suggested to the boys that we could make hawk silhouettes to put on the window, hoping that this would help.

The boys enjoyed the activity. It is always good to feel proactive. I was a little disheartened when I read on the FLAP website that they don't really work. They did have a list of suggestions, (look under the section 'Being Bird Friendly'). I'll talk about them with the boys and we can decide on the best one for our yard. Hopefully we can learn from this and the black and white warbler's death at our window will be the last.

Random backyard photos

Spring is in full force. Along my back fence I have a woodland native plants garden. It is a rather understated garden, I have gradually been filling in the bare patches as my plants produce little seedlings. It also is full of spring ephemerals, which means that it looks really nice right now, and then it dies when the heat of the summer comes along and the trees leaf out and shade the plants.

These trilliums are in my garden. When I first planted it there was only one blossom. One year a critter ate my plant and I was worried it was gone forever, but it recovered the following year and now I have two.

I have several of these small trees in my yard. They are some variety of ornamental plum. I should try and figure out what kind they are.

This is the real reason I was outside with my camera. Every year I give the grandparents a nice 8x10 of the kids for their respective mantlepieces. This year I have been sadly negligent at getting these photos taken, so I was out trying to remedy this situation.

Here is my sweet Chickadee. I managed to take this picture just before she covered herself with sand.

My secret reason for homeschooling

There are lots of reasons people choose to homeschool their children. I'm not going to go into all of them, you can take a peek here if you're interested. My secret reason did not make the top ten. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, it's not a particularly honorable sentiment, it won't make a great slogan or lead a movement. I homeschool my children because I'm too lazy to take them to school.

The Nuthatch did go to school for 6 months. We enrolled him in Junior Kindergarten when he was four years old. Here is his 'First Day of School' photo.

The Chickadee had just been born when he started school. At first it wasn't too hard. The weather was warm, the Chickadee was happy to sleep in her car seat on the ride to and from school.

The drive to school only took about two minutes. It's a ten minute walk to get there, but with the 2 year old Bluejay in tow it easily turned into a 20 minute walk (40 minutes round trip). At some point the Chickadee would wake up and decide she was hungry. We did walk a few times but in my sleep deprived fog it was soon ruled out as an option.

Then, it was winter. Fall jackets became winter snowsuits and boots. The clock was always ticking as I tried to convince a toddler and a 4 year old to eat breakfast and get dressed quickly. (The only thing a toddler does quickly is make a large mess when you aren't looking.) By the time I had corralled everyone into their car seats and made the round trip to school at least 20 minutes had passed. We would go back home for the rest of the morning and repeat the whole scenario at lunch time.

Then the Chickadee was not a newborn anymore. She needed to nap in her crib. I would take the groggy baby out of her crib in the morning to drive the Nuthatch to school, and then she would be awake for the morning, and right about when I needed to pick him up again, she would be down for a nap. Never wake a sleeping baby, anyone?

The 2 1/2 hour 'break' that I got in the morning while the Nuthatch was at school was spent caring for an infant and entertaining the Bluejay because his playmate was not at home.

It seemed like a lot of work, and I wasn't convinced of the great benefits he was receiving at school. Did I mention that I am a former public school teacher? Granted, I taught grade 7, but I knew that a lot of the time spent at school was taken up with snack time, recess, a visit to the library, listening to a story, doing a craft and so on. I can't imagine how much time was spent trying to get the attention of a bunch of four year olds. I had trouble getting the attention of one 4 year old. I could do all that at home with a lot less effort. My laziness was getting the better of me.

So, at March Break of the Nuthatch's first year of school, we brought him home. He's been home for a year now. I no longer have to rush everyone to get ready for school. My time spent as Mrs. Chauffeur is now time spent as Mrs. Teacher. Our lessons take under an hour (this year he would be in Senior Kindergarten). The Nuthatch and Bluejay have lots of time to play together.

...mothers work wonders once they are convinced that wonders are demanded of them.

Charlotte Mason, Home Education p. 44

Sometimes when I mention that I homeschool I hear the comment "How do you do it?", or "I could never do that!" implying the monumental effort I must be undertaking to educate my children. I just smile and shrug and think to myself of the monumental effort it took to take my child to school. "Sending him to school was too much work" doesn't seem like quite the right answer. They work wonders taking their children to school, and I work a different kind of wonder at home.

20 Minute Makeover

Our city is having a 20 minute makeover today. The idea is that everyone is supposed to go outside at 2 pm and pick up garbage for 20 minutes. Since the afternoon is naptime, we decided to go this morning. The Nuthatch decided he wanted to get the garbage at the edge of the road. He was quite interested to learn that the street sweepers will come by one day and clean up that garbage.

The Bluejay picked up some garbage, but for the most part was just happy to walk along in his own little world. He was rather distracted by the backhoe loader that was repairing the street, and forgot what he was doing.

Last year I picked up some gardening gloves for both the boys. They are wearing them to protect their hands. The Bluejay called them his 'garbage picking gloves'.

At the end of our trip around the block we had a bag full of garbage.

The Nuthatch took this photo and was quite pleased with himself. I was pleased that the subject that he chose was his sister. Very sweet. I think the blur in the middle is where Chickadee moved her hand.

Art Lessons for Mommy

The Bluejay, age 2 1/2, photo taken Feb 2007

My four year old son, the Nuthatch, doesn’t paint very often. We haven’t done a lot of art at home. Paint is messy. It takes too much time to clean up. It will get all over his clothes. Excuses, excuses.

A sense of mild panic takes hold of me as I realize the inadequacies of my child’s artistic abilities. I’ll sign him up for art lessons! Problem solved. With a cup of coffee in hand I contentedly flip through the spring issue of the community calendar looking for the perfect program.

I’ve signed him up for his fair share of classes in his short life. First there were the drop in playgroups, then swimming for babies. They were followed by a program to teach your 3 or 4 year old to play soccer, hockey, basketball and tennis in only 9 weeks (yes, all of those sports at the same time). That one was scheduled at 7 o’clock at night. Needless to say it didn’t go very well. The Nuthatch preferred running along the lines on the gym floor to the organized game of floor hockey and there were a few times where he just lay down and refused to get up.

I know I’m not alone in my quest to enroll my child in a variety of programs designed to increase his intelligence, athletic prowess or musical genius. A certain amount of acrobatics are required to get into some of these programs. You must outwit, outplay and outlast all the other savvy mothers. Phone lines are busy, websites slow down, and applications pile up for the under 5 crowd. The line up outside the local Early Years Centre would make you think they had the last ‘Tickle-Me Elmo’ on the planet.

The Nuthatch, September 2007

All these lessons take their toll on our family life. Trying to get the children (we now have three) into the car is often like herding ferrets. Somehow, a 15 minute swimming lesson can take over an hour once you have wrestled the wiggly captives into boots and snowsuits, driven to the pool, changed them into their swimsuits, given the "I’ll be right over there" pep talk and finally performed the entire scenario in reverse after the lesson has finished.

Where did my obsession with these programs come from? It might have started in infancy, when I was bombarded with products for my little ‘genius’ or ‘Einstein’. There were videos, flashcards and cd’s, not to mention the books, toys and computer games. The organized classes were just a natural extension of this developmental mania.

Part of the wonder of childhood is watching your kid take a few simple objects and create a whole world out of them. I’ve watched the Nuthatch create a piping hot gourmet meal using only a pot, a wooden spoon and some potatoes. Then there is the endless joy provided by a large, empty cardboard box. You can sense the possibilities as he circles the box, debating whether this particular box is a pirate ship, a cave full of bats, a desert island or perhaps a medieval castle, complete with imaginary moat and drawbridge.

Perhaps painting with a 4 year old isn’t so complicated. I could just give the Nuthatch some paint and paper and watch what happens. Does his picture have to look like a Renoir to post on the fridge? (I’ve seen some of Picasso’s sculptures, and frankly, I think the Nuthatch could do something similar.) Maybe I could join him, somedays I think painting a copy of ‘The Scream’ by Edvard Munch might be therapeutic.

The Scream, Edvard Munch, 1893

I often overanalyze this whole parenting thing. The simple things are the best part of childhood, splashing in puddles in the backyard, a pile of broken crayons and some blank paper,building forts with blankets and the dining room chairs. Simplicity is so elusive in our busy lives. I think I’ll skip the art class this time. Pass me the tempera paint please, I can figure it out, all by myself.

I originally wrote this piece about a year ago. Since then, I have realized that your average parent really wants to sign their children up for umpteen programs, and they look at me blankly when I explain how our children are not signed up for anything at all at the moment. We have enjoyed a relaxing year. We have not rushed around to swimming, karate, playgroups or skating lessons. And we have finally had time to play with paint at our own kitchen table.

Making Suet for the Birdfeeder

Today we tried making suet for the cage birdfeeder. It was very easy and did not take long. The boys enjoyed helping, they did everything but melt the peanut butter and suet.

I searched around on the internet and found a no melt recipe. I was looking for something that wouldn't melt when the weather gets warmer. It's still cold here, I'll let you know if our concoction melts when the weather warms up. I've always put the cage feeder away in the spring. I'm looking forward to see who visits it later in the season.

I didn't do the math, but I think it was probably a lot cheaper than purchasing the suet cakes. I've placed the tray in the freezer to harden it, and then I'll cut it into 4 cakes and store in the freezer between wax paper until needed. The squirrels are sometimes interested in the suet feeder, so I added some cayenne pepper to the mix to deter them. We'll see how well that works.

I've been stocking up on all my different birdseeds so I will have lots of food available as more birds begin to arrive this spring. We have had a pair of Hairy Woodpeckers visiting our suet feeder recently, and I wanted to have some extra suet cakes on hand for them.

Tobogganing

I'm just trying out the video upload feature of blogger. The first video is my 3 yr old enjoying tobogganing on a small hill near our house and the second is my five year old (he was fine at the end where he fell off). Click on the video to select it, and then click on play to watch.

This week I realized we had been tobogganing only once this winter. Considering we have had at least twice as much snow as we usually do for this part of the country, I thought this was terrible. The problem has been what to do with Baby Cookie while the boys are sledding. It was difficult to get her stroller near enough to the toboggan hill. It was also challenging helping the boys drag their sleds to the hill while pushing Cookie in the stroller at the same time.

Also, figuring out which sled works best with which kid has been tricky. We have many many sleds. At the moment, the favorite is the red disc. It is light and fast. On the downside, it has no steering. The old fashioned toboggan is not as fast and is heavy to pull up the hill. We also have a black one that you can steer, but it is tough for these little guys to pull it back up the hill again. We have a plastic carpet that we haven't tried yet, I think the kids will find it frustrating trying to unroll it and sit on it at the same time. Lastly we have a large old fashioned toboggan, also untried this year.

Well, the video uploads worked, but they took a long time. Maybe there's a better, faster way? Perhaps I need to make my videos smaller somehow. The video was taken with my Canon G7.

The Perpetual Cackle

They must be let alone, left to themselves a great deal, to take in what they can of the beauty of earth and heavens; for of the evils of modern education few are worse than this––that the perpetual cackle of his elders leaves the poor child not a moment of time, nor an inch of space, wherein to wonder––and grow.

by Charlotte Mason, Home Education, Vol 1, p. 44

I find it very difficult to avoid constantly cackling at my poor children when we go on our nature walks. Did you see the needles on this tree? They are so soft. Here are some tracks in the snow! Listen, there's a bird calling, did you hear it? Oh, holes in a dead log, maybe some bugs are at work here!

Surely their little minds are crying out to be filled with the knowledge I possess?

No. It does not work that way. They are not cups to be filled, not paper to be written on. Even if they were, the cup eventually overflows when you try to pour more into it, and the original contents are lost. The paper becomes illegible after you've written on it so many times, garbled and confused with words upon words.

So, I must learn not to speak, but to listen. I must learn to wait for when they say "Mom! Come look at this!" And when that moment occurs, shall I jump in with all my facts and information?

No. This is the time for more questions. Why is that interesting? Why do you think it grows there, and not over here? Are there more around, or only one? What does it eat? Why is it that colour, and not a different colour? Not the sort of questions I necessarily know the answer to, perhaps we will find out later, then again, maybe not. Rather, the sort of questions that make us look closer, think about what we have found.

It might not even be the time for questions, but just shared interest and delight in what they have found. Are these questions just more cackling in disguise?

"Education is not the filling of a pail... but the lighting of a fire."

William Butler Yeats

I try to limit myself to sharing only one of my discoveries with them per walk (I can't seem to give up cackling completely). I'm usually received with a blank stare, a disinterested glance, and then they move on to find their own treasures.

However, that little bit of kindling works in their brains until the next nature walk, when they hunt out for themselves the treasure I had pointed out last time. If I had pointed out twenty interesting things on the walk, the discoveries would have been smothered, there would be no air, no space for the ideas to catch fire. They would have remained words, lost as easily as they are found, and they would not have made the magical transformation into ideas.

The above photo was taken on March 3rd, 2008. My five year old has his arm inside a hollow tree, trying to see how far he can reach.

Our Obstacle to Nature Study

A mighty creature is the germ,

Though smaller than a pachyderm.

His customary dwelling place

Is deep within the human race.

His childish pride he often pleases

By giving people strange diseases.

Do you, my poppet, feel infirm?

You probably contain a germ.

by Ogden Nash

One of our greatest obstacles to getting out and exploring nature has been . . . nature. In particular, those teeny tiny viruses and bacteria so freely shared among family members. It seems that someone in our house is always coming down with, or recovering from, the common cold.

I had hoped that one of the side benefits of homeschooling would be that we wouldn't catch as many colds, since we wouldn't be exposed to all the germs from school. Sadly, that has not been the case. In the fall we made the mistake of regularly visiting a veritable germ paradise, the indoor playground. It took us awhile to recover from this error, at which point we wholeheartedly headed outside into the freezing weather, rather than take the path of never ending illness again.

Yet, here we are, watching the different phases of dripping noses and hacking coughs making their way through each child, knowing that we will be the next victim. We haven't seen the inside of an indoor playground since October, yet the germs still found us. It is obvious that stronger defenses against such a formidable foe are needed.

All of these colds have left us stuck inside the house. It is difficult to justify going outside when one child is running a fever, even if everyone else is fine. The frigid air is not good for their congested lungs. We have been thwarted by a microbe.

Finally, all comes to a grinding halt and falls apart when the germ conquers Mom. She bravely staggers on, undaunted by the ominous signs, until at last, her sinuses and lungs filling with fluid, she sinks. She is replaced by the television, which faithfully mesmerizes her children until she can regain consciousness. Her husband bravely holds down the fort, while wading knee-deep through all the stuff that has managed to accumulate on the floor in the last 24 hours.

I am on the mend, and slowly uncovering our living room floor and kitchen counter tops. The battle is over and the germ has emerged victorious.

The above photo was taken on February 8.

Winter gear

My boys drinking hot chocolate

With a little magic from photoshop, you can make your child look like you have chained them to a bench.

Jokes aside, our local groundhog announced an early spring, but it hasn't arrived yet. I know it's the end of the season, but I'm going to do a post on how I dress my kids for the cold weather. These photos were taken today, it was a balmy minus two degrees Celcius (28 F).

A few things have made all the difference this year. First, all the kids have fantastic mittens. They're water repellent, and they have a gauntlet that covers their wrists, keeping the snow out of that space between their mittens and coats. Mittens are also warmer than gloves. After I got these mittens my kids were happy to stay outside in very cold weather for a few hours, their only complaints were about being tired.

They also have water repellent snowpants. They're fairly thin, which lets them move around easily. These ones happen to come over top of their boots, keeping the snow out.

Lastly, they all have a good set of long underwear. Cookie has an infant's long underwear set, I especially want her to be extra warm since she is not active when we are out. I put her in a one piece fleece sleeper to keep the heat in as well. Her mittens are on top of the stroller, she's drinking hot chocolate out of her sippy cup.

Cookie has been in the jogging stroller all winter. It has large tires and can handle snow that is a few inches thick. When the snow was too deep I used my frame pack, although I'm finding she is getting rather heavy. I should have tried putting her in a small sled. She's young enough that I really needed something I could strap her into so she didn't crawl out when I wasn't looking. She seemed very comfortable in the jogging stroller so I stayed with it, although it limited our explorations at times.

Sunglasses for the kids would have made today's trip more enjoyable. The sun on the snow was very bright. We used to have 4 pairs and now we only have one.

My friend Woman North, living north of the arctic circle, has highly recommended wool to me. She says it's even better than fleece. Next year I hope to knit some wool sweaters, and maybe socks, for the kids.

I have a very warm and soft sweater from New Zealand that was knit using possum wool. Apparently there is a possum epidemic in NZ, and making sweaters out of them is good population control.

These pictures were taken using my digital point and shoot, a Canon Powershot G7, which I got mostly so I could take small videos of the kids, something I couldn't do with my digital SLR. It also fits in my pocket, something else I can't do with my SLR.

Snow face

My middle child

I like taking pictures of my kids when they are crying. Somehow, it represents our day to day life a little more accurately than all those happy, smiling pictures.

This is my middle child. This year he has discovered that snow is tasty. At the beginning of the winter I did not mind letting him eat the snow in our backyard. It was fresh and fluffy. I foolishly let him feast to his heart's content. Now, when we are out and about, he does not listen to my pleas to stop eating the dirty, salty mounds at the edges of parking lots. Hindsight is 20/20.

On my last post womannorth asked about the difference between jpeg versus raw images. I have been shooting using a digital SLR, which gives me the option of saving my images in the camera as jpeg files or raw files. The only reason I have been shooting in raw recently is that I can easily adjust the exposure of my image on the computer using photoshop. I talked about how pictures of snow can be underexposed here.

I also have a very good digital point and shoot. I looked through my manual and it does not shoot raw files, only jpeg. Look in your manual under 'image quality' or 'compression' to see what options are available on your camera.

When I shoot jpeg files, I almost always select the setting for the highest image quality (which is also the largest image size). It will say 'fine' or 'superfine' or 'large' or something along those lines. You never know when you will get a great shot that you might want to print and enlarge. The drawback is that the larger files take up more room, and fewer images will fit on your card. The only time I would reduce the image quality would be in a situation where I was running out of room on my card and I was nowhere near a computer to download them. Even so, I would probably go through my full card and delete some images that I knew weren't good before I would switch to smaller files. If I was running into this problem often, I would seriously think about purchasing a card with more memory.

This picture was taken on February 13th, 2008. I didn't have a chance to get out with my camera today.