Do you know what? I have lived in New England for almost 37-years and I pride myself in not complaining about New England weather, and particularly its winters. I’m always amazed at the grumblings every single winter from people who choose to live here. And then, come summer, the very same people complain about the humidity. It’s laughable! Yes, our weather can be wacky but we get to experience all of it. And there’s nothing quite like spring in New England, folks. Once it hits forty degrees everyone is outside in short sleeves and smiles. Everyone is so happy to shed the layers and drink in the sunshine. I have lived here all my life and I love it- all of it: the humidity, the blizzards. I pride myself in not complaining about the winters.
Well, I have to be honest with you. I complained about this winter. Between the constantly-sick kids, the construction, and crazy amount of snow we received (which my snow-lovin’ crew had serious trouble walking in, even with shoeshoes), I found myself complaining quite a bit come March. I just wanted it to end. I wanted the sun. I wanted to shed the layers. I wanted to see my fellow New Englanders smiling and happy.
Spring is finally here, folks! I’m happy to report that there is sediment in the tub once more. My kids have been outside most of their days of late. Their feet and hands are filthy. They are happy, even when I’m checking them for ticks. Spring is here.
I thought it would be fun to do a Day in the Life post in honor of spring, as I’m realizing that there is a homeschooling happiness that occurs with spring, too. We are no longer stuck indoors, trying to drum up interesting things to do. We are outside, experiencing the world. It’s wonderful. If we hang out on Instagram, you already know what we’ve been up to, so my apologies! Without further ado, I present to you our Day in the Life of a New England Homeschooler in SPRING:
Day in the Life of a New England Homeschooler in SPRING
Folks, I slept until seven. That right there has to be a sign of spring and all of its outside goodness.
First things first: coffee.
The kids arrive in our kitchen dressed and happy. All three of them! The nudist walked into the kitchen fully clothed for the first time maybe ever. Again, I thank spring because I think he wanted to go outside. We eat breakfast while reading the latest letters from one of our beloved pen pals.
By this time, Leo has already practiced piano and T has been happily reading on the couch. Seuss finally finishes his breakfast. I send the kids upstairs to brush their teeth. Did I mention that Seuss needs to be at school at 8:45? I was never late before I had this child and now I fear I will be late for the rest of my life. He functions on island time, folks. When he is grown and living on an island, he’d better invite me to spend as much time there as he wasted here!
After much drama, we manage to make it to school and we’re only five minutes late (side note: when does the get-your-shoes-on-and-into-the-car-and-clip-yourself-in-drama end? At what age??).
One of our most favorite weekly activities is visiting our local farms. I love that our children have such a wonderful relationship with our local farmers, the farm animals, and that they witness the transformation of their food from seedlings to their dinner plate.
After our two farm morning, we headed over to our beloved library. Did you know that it’s National Library Week? We visit our library two-three times a week and our library (and librarians!) have been instrumental in helping us to have a successful first year of homeschooling. First, we visited the library’s playground.
Drama. Armed with our large library bags, we approached the front door only to learn that the library had to close unexpectedly due to a building issue. Oh, the tears, folks. They had been so excited, and we are actually out of books for a change. Major drama.
Plan B, as in bacon. This mama, who had a hankering for a second cup of coffee, decided to take the kids to our favorite breakfast spot for a breakfast numero dos.
We head over to the preschool to pick up Seuss. The kids run amok for a bit before getting in the car. On our drive home, we decided that since we are reading Frog and Toad for our My Little Poppies [virtual] Family Book Club, we should go on a frog quest.
We head home and Seuss has his lunch: the muffin the kids picked out for him with a side of fruit. While he eats, T and Leo help me to make a bird nest kit. We filled a suet feeder with yarn and twine and hung it outside so that the birds can use the bits for their nests. The kids are all about the birds lately. Yesterday, we made a butterfly feeder (a sponge soaked with sugar water), and put out our hummingbird feeder.
We head outside for some play: digging, mud kitchen, running, and swinging.
We decide to plant the seeds for our root viewer. Leo chose the carrot seeds, T the green onion, and Seuss the radish.
Want to hear my latest mom fail? My boys have been wearing snow boots everywhere because they have no other shoes. Oops. As I said, it’s been a long winter. We head inside and Leo cleans up for me while I measure everyone’s feet with this handy little shoe sizer.
Once we were done figuring out shoe size and sweeping, it was time to add the sea monkey eggs to our tank.
We have been waiting patiently (or if your name is Leo: not patiently) for 24 hours for the water purifier powder to work its magic.
Quiet time! Unless it’s 90 bajillion degrees, I always brew a cup of tea and read a book or write for a bit. Today, I enjoyed my tea and started this post. It’s also possible that I ordered Pandemic because it was on sale and so many readers told me that it is amazingly awesome (Schizz, I’m totally kidding! I definitely did not order another game. That would be crazy!).3:00
Quiet time is over. My littlest two head back outdoors to play in our beloved mountain fort while Leo and I prep dinner and open this kit from ThinkFun:
Leo was still in ThinkFun Heaven, while T, Seuss, and I danced in the kitchen. Kenny Hour has been happily restored in our kitchen, thanks in large part to Schizz’s generous gift to me (because he thought my old radio was “ugly”). Love that construction is done and that dancing has been reinstated!
Hysterical moment when Schizz discovers a gigantic formaldehyde-soaked grasshopper in a ziplock. A friend gave it to me for homeschoolin’ dissection and I hid it so that the kids wouldn’t crush it before it was time. Plus, I knew Schizz would find it and his face would be priceless. I was not disappointed, folks!
Followed by bedtime stories:
Time to finish this post, have a glass of vino, and hang with Schizz.
Do you notice a difference in your homeschooling energy when spring rolls around? What spring projects are you guys doing? Share here!
No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow.