Homeschoolers, Hippies & Heirloom Tomatoes {Book Review}

When author and blog reader Philip Ward Newton contacted me asking if I’d be interested in reviewing his new book, Homeschoolers, Hippies & Heirloom Tomatoes, you can bet I jumped at the chance. Not only because I am an avid reader but because the title was so intriguing. Hippies and homeschoolers? It doesn’t get much better than that in my mind. And the tomatoes aren’t too shabby either.

Homeschoolers, Hippies & Heirloom Tomatoes tells the fictional story of the Masat family who are not quite your average homeschoolers. For one thing they live on a floating farm…a tugboat and three barges to be exact. And have more contact with Asian carp than most of us have ever dreamed of. And flash mobs? The book covers those too.

The story is narrated by twelve year old Grace Masat, so we get an honest if unsophisticated view of family life (imagine if your twelve year old was telling about your family). The story focuses mainly on Grace and her father, Jeffry Masat, who strikes  a lovely balance between Allie Fox, the father in Mosquito Coast, and traveling evangelist Billy Graham.

We follow the family as they homeschool (my children are hatching plans to sell the house and buy an RV now), grow and sell organic produce  and share Jesus with anyone in their path. The {mis}adventures they have are likely to strike a chord with any large homeschool family. And it’s guaranteed to make you laugh no matter what your views on homeschooling or religion are.

Not only does the book tell a great story, but it’s all filled with engaging discussion questions, Scripps National Spelling Bee words and Masat family recipes. This book is a fun, easy read that endorsed not only me, but the Baker’s Dozen children as well.

It is well worth the $12.99 price tag (or $9.99 for the Kindle version).

 

Oh the Things they Say {Mama’s Sister and the Fulgurites}

Judah (14) and Apollo (19 mo). Photo by littleearthling on Instagram.

I’ve mentioned before what a big talker Apollo is. Well, several times recently I’ve asked him, “are you Mama’s boy?” and “are you Mama’s baby?” Usually he’ll repeat “Mama’s boy” or “Mama’s baby” to me. So cute.

Well the other day he asked for “hot chocolate” his name for the dark chocolate he eats (one of the few dairy free sweets he can have). The name is a bit ironic in and of itself since  we keep in the fridge, so it’s technically “cold chocolate”. But I digress.

Adalia gave him a piece of chocolate and I said, “Is Adalia your favorite sister?” and he answered, “No, Mama’s sister!” and snuggled up with me. So for the last few days he’s been snuggling with me and saying, “Mama’s sister”.

I told Adalia I’ve always wanted a sister…I just hoped she’d be female…and not my son.

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A week or so ago Tucker was playing in the living room and hollered, Mo-om, Avi’s using her magic powers to knock my tower down!

*sigh*

And speaking of arguing…yesterday I heard Hezekiah yell, “Stop calling us fulgurites!”

And in other news, I finally got a Waldorf doll assembled for Apollo. We’ve been gently talking to him about going to hospital, how the doctors are going to fix his heart so he can eat and breathe. So while he was snuggling with his new “baby” I asked him, “Are you going to take your baby with you when you go to the hospital?” to which he responded, “No! Baby wa-wa park!” Poor little guy, any time we mention the hospital he insists he’s going back to Great Wolf Lodge.

And yes, I did just  tell Avi not to put knitting needles in her nose…

A New Year a New Blog?

I’ve been toying with the idea of switching my blog to WordPress for quite a while. One of the reasons is so that I can post my photos bigger. So I thought, with the new year and all, I’d try things over here for a while. Please chime in and let me know what you think.

So, Murphy’s Law came to visit our house. A mere two days after I spent hours with the boys sorting they LEGO by color into  our new fancy-schmancy bins, Apollo learned to climb out of his crib. Why does this matter, you ask? Because the LEGO were stored in the  boys’ room where Apollo slept. a fine situation when he was caged in. Not so fine now that he has learned to escape. So, the LEGO need a new home.

And at the moment that new home happens to be our dining room. It’s not so bad since they are all contained in two plastic bins with drawers. And since they were up here, all sorted and handy, Kalina, Mordecai, Jubilee, Hezekiah, Avi and Tucker spent from 8 am to 2 pm playing with them (with a break for breakfast and lunch). My theory is that it is better to have the LEGO up here in plain sight where we can teach Apollo to stay out of them rather than have him be able to climb out of bed and access them in secret.

Another bonus is that since they are up here, I was able to supervise the mess being made. Every hour or so I would have them pick up any pieces that had fallen to the floor and at dinner  time any loose pieces were put back in the bins (projects were stored on our dining room counter). We shall see how long this arrangement lasts.

And we shall also see how well Apollo adjusts to a new bed. Perhaps this will be the key to a night’s sleep?

Christmas 2011

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We had a lovely Christmas over here. It began with the much anticipated candlelight service at our church on Christmas Eve. Adalia and Tilly took advantage of the opportunity to dress up. Chuck and I decided to take turns staying home with Apollo, so I took the children to the Christmas Eve service and he took them Christmas morning.

Once my painfully shy children saw the camera come out it was all over. More and more wanted in the photos until it deteriorated into pandemonium.

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But that’s okay. We love them all the same.

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I set out the new Jonathan Park Cd’s we bought along with cups of hot cocoa and candy canes waiting and waiting and waiting for someone to notice them on Christmas morning. Finally, Enoch noticed and the children cheered with joy. I was able to buy all the Cd’s we didn’t have yet for 50% off last week. Yay for me (and Vision Forum, of course).

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While Chuck and the children were at church and Apollo was napping, I was able to stuff the stockings. It has been our tradion since we moved to Washington in 1999 to have the children put out their boots the night before Christmas…and it has served us well, but I’m afraid we need to come up with a new method. Why, you ask? Back in the day the rubber boots were occupied by preschoolers who stomped in puddles. Now they are occupied by teenage boys who mud wrestle and girls who muck out horse stalls. Enough said. Good thing I have 364 days to come up with a new plan.

Yesterday was filled with worship, family, food and fellowship.

Keziah and Boaz both chose to stay with friends they made through Job Corps for Christmas. We missed them but I am so glad they are making their own connections and putting down roots. Ezra spent the day with the Adams, so we had only eleven children here. It was our first Christmas without all of our children present, but that’s what growing up is all about I suppose…

I hope you holiday was filled with plenty of love and laughter.

 

LEGO Organization Part I

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LEGO organization part one is in full swing over here. I spent my morning sorting, sorting and more sorting, with a variety of children in and out. This was my sons' idea, not mine, so I hope it will stick. I purchased two five drawer bins last night and we are sorting by the main colors, a drawer for mini figures, and I'm not sure what else, since we haven't gotten that far yet. 

The majority of these LEGO came this summer when we purchased about 40 pounds of LEGO from a friend's son. He is in middle school with new interests, and was willing to sell his entire collection of LEGO for a hundred bucks. I'll keep you posted on how the organizing goes and how well the boys keep the system up.

In other news, Apollo is doing great during the day, napping and doesn't seem like he's in any pain. Nights, however, are a different story. He has slept less each night he has been home. He can't get comfortable and won't sleep in his crib, in our bed, or being held (upright or lying down). Last night he didn't even sleep for a two hour stretch. Today I am giving him Tylenol and Advil hoping to reduce any swelling or pain so we have a better night. 

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly at the ENT

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Having a little snack at the Children's Hospital.

Wow, where to begin with yesterday's appointment? At the beginning I suppose.

Apollo weighed in at a whopping 20.7 pounds. He may just make it back on the growth chart yet!

The ENT did a larygnoscopy as we expected. Seven months ago, at the age of 10 months, the larygnoscopy showed inflammation of the adenoids, esophagus and voice box. These findings along with his other symptoms led to a diagnosis probable milk allergy and severe acid reflux. The expectation was after being on reflux medication and off of all dairy, the stridor would disappear and he would gain weight and begin sleeping. 

Well, the stridor has disappeared, except when he eats, but he doesn't sleep or eat well and is only gaining weight because of his high fat diet. And while the stridor is better he now retracts constantly as his normal form of breathing.

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Yesterday's laryngoscopy showed HUGE adenoids and nodules on his voice box. The ENT said his adenoids were large and inflamed last time but now they have grown exponentially. The nodules are also new and likely causing the noise when he eats (the extra saliva from eating getting caught in the voice box and causing the wet, raspy sound). The nodules could be caused by any number of things, but some of the causes are: inadequate airflow, allergies, and reflux. Obviously any of these three could apply to Apollo. 

The  ENT, while a competent doctor, was lacking in people skills and bedside manner. He was nice, but none to clear in his explanations, even when we asked direct questions. He told us that while the pulmonlogist wanted him to do a rigid bronchoscopy, he thought his upper airways looked fine. "But if we're going to put him under anesthesia, I'd really like to remove his adenoids. They are  much bigger than last time and really need to come out." I could see Chuck's posture stiffen as the ENT went on and on about the need to remove his adenoids and said nothing about the bronchoscopy. I was equally anxious. Once we could get a word in, we both asked, in different ways, if he was planning to remove the adenoids while he did the bronch or instead of doing the bronch. He finally assured us he wanted to do it in addition to the bronch. Chuck and I are fine with this, we actually had Jubilee's adenoids removed several years ago due to extreme snoring, chronic runny nose and dark circles under her eyes.

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The good? The doctor is going to do the bronchoscopy and remove the adenoids while he's already under the general anesthesia. Surgery date is set for December 20th. The ENT believes removing the adenoids may very well solve his sleep problems (though after 17 months I'm not holding my breath on that one) and from reading on the internet I am hoping it will allow him to eat more.

The bad? This doctor believes Apollo's windpipe (trachea) looks fine. Even though the pulmonlogist is convinced it is obstructed and causing the reflux, feeding issues and retractions. Chuck asked the ENT if the adenoids would cause Apollo to retract while breathing. His answer? No. 

He had no interest in pursing the reasons for Apollo's retractions. These are the same retractions that our family doctor, who has known Apollo since the day he was born, is concerned about. We very much got the feeling that the  ENT can't see past Apollo's Ears, Nose, and Throat….

When we brought up his feeding issues, he asked if he has been seen by the GI doctors.

*sigh*

A never ending trail of doctors and no answers. The thing is, his adenoids are not causing the retractions and shortness of breath when he is active. That can clearly be heard with our without a stethoscope. That, too, is not explained by huge adenoids, nor by GI issues. And while the reflux meds give him relief, he should not still have severe reflux at 17 months of age…Unless, as the pulmonologist contents, something is pressing on the trachea and causing the reflux.

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A tired baby ready to head home…

The Ugly? More hope, but no answers. Doctors who can't agree on a diagnosis. A possibility that if the rigid bronchoscopy shows nothing, Apollo will have to have a flexible bronchoscopy done by the pulmonologist. Oh, and the ENT says he believes Apollo will be "a very allergic kid". Blech. 

So there it is. Forgive me for the rambling, but I am trying to get this all done while it is fresh in my mind.

Fractured Root

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This little guy was my running partner yesterday. He was awesome! Except for the fact that he can out run me…

Thursday afternoon I noticed one of my teeth felt a bit odd…I touched it with my tongue, then my finger and found it a bit loose. This bicuspid happens to be a crown on a tooth with root canal. Hmm…crowns should not be loose. It was Thanksgiving afternoon, so there wasn't much I could do. I also happen to know my dentist's office is closed on Fridays, so first thing yesterday morning, I did what any mature adult would do. I called the dentist.

The "squeezed me in" at one o'clock in the afternoon. I didn't give the tooth a whole lot of thought beyond hoping the crown didn't fall off entirely over the weekend. Worst case scenario I figured was a failed root canal, but even if that was the case, the crown should be just fine. Even if another root canal was necessary, at least I wouldn't have to buy a new crown. Best case scenario? He could just clean underneath, glue the thing back on and send me on my merry way. 

Somewhere between 2008, the Year of Dentistry,  and now I had somehow forgotten my oh so terrible luck when it comes to teeth. I should have run away when the x-ray machine in room number one was malfunctioning and I had to me moved to another room. How could I ever have dreamed of a best case scenario when I came to my teeth?!

"I sincerely hope it's just a bonding issue" said my dentist…ever the optimist.

"Oh, I doubt it's a bonding issue" I answered. "I've spend plenty of time in here with you".

Yes, it did take him a moment to "get it", but he has a great sense of humor.

Next came an exam which consisted of numbing the area then poking, prodding and wiggling my tooth in every way imaginable, then x-rays, then finally a CT scan of my head revealed a fractured root. To the best of my dentist's knowledge (and lacking actual x-ray vision) he believe the crown is still attached to half of my tooth…the other dangling into fractured nothingness. 

So, this means not only extracting the tooth as soon as possible (as in, at 7:45 this morning) but prepping the area for an implant. Personally, I don't mind morning appointments, but I thought I better ask my babysitter…aka Mom. Who happened to be right across the hall waiting to see the dentist. Yes, they "squeezed me in" at 1 o'clock and in some weird twist of fate my mom had a 2 o'clock appointment. And my dad was right down the hall getting his teeth cleaned. It was a regular family reunion.

So, not only do I get my tooth extracted but I apparently have only the bare minimum of jaw bone available in which to lodge this implant, so I get a graft of cadaver bone on one side and perhaps more depending on what he finds.

I asked if I could bring a cadaver of my own in, to save money. He said no.

So I am bummed. New best case scenario is a straightforward extraction and implant. Worst, oral surgery, bone grafting, and other gross and painful stuff.

So I'm throwing myself a pity party. I am not at all happy with the timing of this. Apollo goes back to the ENT December 15 and Lord willing will have a bronchoscopy and surgery shortly after that. I will get the prep work done tomorrow, go back for several follow up visits, let the gums heal for several months and be in the midst of a year long Adventure in Dental Implants. 

Oh, and as far as "why" the root fractured, apparently it just happens sometimes. There was no trauma to the area. My dentist said, "It's like getting struck my lightening". 

So please, whine along with me. Tell me something (big or small) that you need pity for so when I come home I can feel sorry for you too. Let me know I'm not the only pathetic human out there. I'll send some pity your way. I promise.

The Winner and Edible Cells

The winner of the Lilla Rose give away is Anna who left this comment:

I love the Lilla Rose flexi. I see them on other blogs I follow and I've been wanting to try them out myself!

Anna please email me (bergerondozen@yahoo dot com) and I'll get you in touch with Linda. 

Thank you to everyone who participated!

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Don't be fooled by the photos- these were taken over a month ago. It's downright chilly now.

I have done a terrible job of planning activities for school so far this year. It's been bookwork heavy with very few fun projects sprinkled in. I plan to change that. I must change that. 

Here is one of the few fun projects we have done. Making edible cells. I honestly did very little prep, and the younger kids in particular would have learned a whole lot more if I would have planned better, but it was fun and making school and learning fun is an end in itself. 

Adalia, Judah and Tilly are all studying Biology this years so this was a great way to help them remember the parts of a cell. 

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The plans for this are here on the blog Spell Outloud. A great little blog if you are looking for some hands on projects or unit studies.

What are you up to these days? Please, inspire me. I need it.