Category: Flexi-Schooling Blog

Shared blog on adventures in part-time homeschooling as told by one improvising mom and one inspired 7-year-old.

The Super Adventurers!! take flight.

From my last post (Super Adventurers!!), you’ll remember that I promised to report back on our first day adventuring into project-directed learning (also called learner-directed) with the idea for August to pick the topic and for us to build some learnin’ around it. Since we start our flexi-schooling days out at the Guelph Lake Nature Centre watching the birds (see…

The Super Adventurers!!!

Learning can only happen when a child is interested. If [she’s] not interested, it’s like throwing marshmallows at [her] head and calling it eating. Katrina Gutleben … August has decided on a name for our flexi-homeschooling day. THE SUPER ADVENTURERS!!! Decided isn’t quite the right word, as, like with many kids, she hurled out the superamazingawesome adjectives without much apparent…

Hold onto your kids: I’m a Flexi-Homeschooler!

Christian? Nope. Hippy? Nope. Unschooler? Nope. Let me tell you about it. I’m doing this thing on Wednesdays, and, oooh, has it been ridiculously lovely for August and I. One day at home, mid-week: a day that is equal parts recovery, connection and inspiration. I could spend this post explaining all the reasons behind it but let’s just say that…

Bedtime for Bozo (me)

My boy and I are lying in bed talking about life. This is such a treasured time for me. He’s growing up so fast, which, right now, feels like growing away. He needs me less, which, yeah, yeah, is a good thing, I know, but not easy for a mom. Roots and wings, baby, roots and wings: the two essentials…

the mud ball factory

While other kids are at goalie camp, karate camp, and saultos gymnastics camp, our kids are engaged in factory labour. Production takes place in the gravel section of our backyard where worker Auguste digs down deep with her fingers for dirt to be dunked  into a glass vase full of water. She squeezes and forms the balls of mud to…

Back washed by baby.

Auguste and I take baths together. Kind of our thing. She likes them hot; my other can only take luke warm which I find unpleasant: sitting in murky wetness. Auguste’s latest greatest excitement is the hair growing on her legs. She explains it, I’m growing up so the hair is coming in. At three, this is a great source of…

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