unschool monday :: busy

You know those days that almost get away from you? I had one of those, which is why I'm writing an unschool monday post when it's almost tuesday.... Moving from one activity to the next and following owlet thought processes... I'm pooped. We did so much and I can look back at the day and how it all panned out and on paper it looks like a brilliantly structured plan, covering so many subject areas. But there is no plan. Most of my at home days are like this. In the moment I feel like I can barely keep up, particularly as all three owlets are at stages where they need my attention - one on-one. I seldom have time to catch my breath and it can be hard to stretch myself three ways... but those moments where we are working together, creating and playing make it all so worthwhile. So here's how my day went from baking to archaeology in three moves...



Baking. Little owlet is baking chocolate muffins. Big owlet is making bread. Both insist on minimal help, but they need some guidance from time to time...



Tiny owlet eats measuring cups while we bake...



Big owlet makes several different attempts to put her own stamp of individuality on the bread. After some discussion, she wisely avoids praying mantis bread and settles on a ladybird shape. Seven is the age where we must do everything our own way...



Sometimes burning the bottom of the bread can be a good thing. "Hey Mum, the baking paper looks Ancient! I'm really into ancient things."



Lets write in hieroglyphs and try other methods of making the paper look old. Lets also research ancient Egypt and try and work out what those hieroglyphics say. " I'm going to write the recipe for making bread in hieroglyphs"....



Now lets go and dig for ancient treasures in the mud pit. Then run mud through the house on the way to the shower...



All the while, tiny owlet chats and coos and rolls and her newest trick - crawling backwards - gets a workout. She's particularly enamored with that other baby in the mirror...

And so our day rolled to a close. Huz came home and cooked dinner while the owlets cleaned the day off and I attempted to catch my breath before dinner and story time. Oh yes there were also tears and battles and more television was watched than I'd like, but everyone went to bed happy and tired and nourished. And so I pause for a moment, wondering what tomorrow will bring...