summer learning – it’s elemental

 

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Although there was absolutely no forethought given to it, I realized this afternoon that we have fallen into some very hands-on learning about the four elements this summer. It made me think of a song on an old cassette from my crunchier days about the earth, the air, the fire, and so on. (I was pretty darned crunchy before crunchy was cool let's just say ; ))  It was a tenet of wholistic education that learning be as multisensory as possible as well as incorporating lots of natural elements. I can't say that I worked very intentionally on that beyond what our faith already wove into our lives – candles, incense, baptismal water, Easter fire etc. 

Somehow without trying (in the sense of not have a 'program') I realized that all those earthy things are filling our days. There are fires for roasting around, tidepools to wade in, gardens for digging, sand to dig toes into, wind to whip your hair every which way. We are gone alot finding wild places.  When we are back home we have had many discussions like why did the forest fire burn faster and longer than the prairie fires did? What does drowning look like? Which way should you stand so the bubbles blow away instead of popping in your hair? Why does the dirt blow in great clouds over the fields when the rains stops falling? What is inside a shell? What is growing on the rocks?  Why do we need more water in the summer? Why does the sunscreen work?

So many questions. So many talks. So many afternoons out under the sky. 

This whole outdoor thing pushes a mom out of her comfort zone.  The elements can be dirty and dangerous, but also lifegiving and sustaining.  They are to be used and channeled not avoided in a healthy life.  This is the messy world we were born into.  It's wild and wonderful. We are happier out in it. We sleep better.  We all smile more.

Ok,  we wash more clothes and shoes too.  But it's worth it. 

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I should add the disclaimer that there have been other summers with new babies or illness that confined us to more backyard adventures.  The four elements are found there too. Sand and water tables, sparklers, pinwheels, windowboxes. Even on a smaller scale they have made for happy kids. 

in the kitchen – tex mex

 

Dinner has sort of morphed into a group sport of late.  I thought it was due to a little bit of a lull in the daily schedule but when I look at the schedule it's pretty full.  The weeks are full but the days seem to have a nice steady pace and we have been able to dig into some new projects, one of which has been cooking putzy food together. My husband started this train rolling earlier this summer and we have just kept chugging along trying new techniques and new tastes. I am sharing the keepers. : ) 

This dinner came from Eva Longoria's book. I didn't realize it was the actress until I had it home honestly.  Turns out it is full of fresh natural ingredients that taste just like the dishes we enjoyed living in San Antonio.  My family has really enjoyed it all so far. 

 

Flank Steak with Lime Marinade

mix together:

3T extra virgin olive oil

3T lime juice

4 garlic cloves thinly sliced

1 serrano pepper cored and sliced

2 tsp chili powder

1 tsp cumin

1/2 tsp kosher salt

 

Marinade 1.5 lbs flank steak in above for at least 2 hrs. Using paper towel, thoroughly dry the steak before grilling. (to prevent steaming vs browning crisply)  Grill 8-10 min total turning once for medium rare. Let sit on cutting board for 5 more minutes. Cut across the grain in thin slices. 

Turned out great. Husband's plate looks more rare than it was in the sunset. ; ) 

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Amazon (linked above) saved me time here by including the recipe for the mint lemonade (we did the limeade version) which I loved.  For the hater's who dis'd her for including the ants on a log recipe, shame on you. Turns out Eva has a developmentally disabled sister who asked her to please put her 'recipe' into the book too.  She did. 

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absolute all

 

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“Dogs have given us their absolute all. We are the center of their universe. We are the focus of their love and faith and trust. They serve us in return for scraps. It is without a doubt the best deal man has ever made. ” 
―Roger Caras 

If this is so, our Aidan without a doubt has made the best dog deals ever made.  He is in Germany this week.  His buddy is waiting patiently for his return.  

Literally.  

By the door.

a sew-sew project

 

Sewing books have been on and off the shelves for months now but today we actually got the sewing machine set up.  First time in this house. We moved in 11 mo ago so don't be too impressed.  I have a copy of Absolutely A-line and thought it might be a good first dressmaking project for Moira, not to wear, but to make for the little girls. In many respects it was that, but the caveats shared on Amazon do apply.

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The pattern is very simple.  There are four pieces to cut out and the written instructions are straightforward. There are no illustrations showing how to lay out the pattern pieces however. (no guidance re:right side up etc) If you have sewn before you can wing it.  It's a great base pattern to teach someone else to assemble a garment.  For $2 used, the paper templates are cheaper than you could buy at the fabric store.  I would not try it for your own first sewing project without an experienced seamstress available. And this folks, is how we keep our amazon credits nice and low around here – discourage you from purchasing lol.  

The measurements given were pretty accurate.  I went a size up for Tess because she has gone through a few sizes in the past year.  It's pretty roomie right now but I expect it won't be by summer's end.  

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I worked up this first dress and made enough mistakes to feel confident helping Moira make the second one tomorrow.  

there were books

I sat on these pics thinking I was going to pull together all they represented, all that I felt looking at them.  I realized however, that this story is probably just too big to be contained within the pages of this blog.  This epic journey doesn't sum up neatly in 4 or 5 paragraphs.  I can give you the highlights at least and they begin with this picture. 

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Once upon a time there was a boy, a beautiful boy.  And he needed to stretch and move and reach and learn and push past the limitations imposed by his condition. (Spina Bifida)  So his mom and dad set him on this blanket every day and enticed him with words and pictures.  He grew stronger and more determined to get to those stories himself.  Before long he was rocking, then crawling, then sitting and holding books by himself.  So our story began…

 

By four, he knew all his letters and had been a regular at library story hour for years.  We had only this grand plan: check out a few books from each section of the children's library every week.  So there were animal books and poetry books, fairy tales and cookbooks.  The Caldecott list was in the diaper bag.  Books by educational pioneers and reformers like Marva Collin's inspired and challenged the cartoon-y twaddle the local preschool offered.  Alternative medical books made their way into the book bag as well.  Those educated us and helped us to help him.  We read and read and read. 

 

By five, he was reading independently, thanks to copy of Alphaphonics another library mom shared.  Following that success there was a big box of first grade materials from Calvert School with his name on it.  He devoured that too and became an official homeschool student.  This proved to be a critically important choice because this busy, happy boy found himself in the hospital part of nearly every year.  His mom would find herself housebound periodically with pregnancy complications.  There would be a few of those too. ; )   And there were the relocations due to military life, 13 of them during his childhood.  

 

Despite all those odds seemingly stacked against success, school went on very consistently if non-traiditonally.  It was soon clear there was no reason why math had to be completed at 9 am.  Or at the table.  So books were read in lobbies, on hospital beds, at hotels, in the car, and on the way to sports practices.  When pain prohibited reading otherwise, they were read aloud. We adapted, adjusted.  We read.

 

Words and images filled his heart and his mind and carried him far beyond his physical confines. In one medically challenging high school year he devoured 32 books – Jane Eyre, Frankenstein, Up from Slavery, 1984.  Every week another novel, another continent, another era, another world. 

 

College came.  There were more challenges.  There was still that dogged determination.  All those magical words which culminated in a cum laude English degree, with much loved courses in poetry and short story composition.  

 

This is where we found ourselves on a warm Saturday morning in Denver.  I squeezed in close to catch him passing by in procession and my eyes welled.  All around me were people fanning themselves and idly texting, waiting for the endless line of graduates to snake their way through the grounds.  I could no longer see anything more than blue satin swirls.  In my mind there was only this picture of a beautiful baby boy on his blanket with his books.  There was hope and fear and worry and needles and anesthesia.  There were the two of us, reading Pearl Buck in a hospital room in VA one year, me fighting early pregnancy nausea and him recovering from surgery, coming in and out as I read.  There was a boy and his Dad maneuvering a chair through off road paths in Rocky Mountain National Park.  There was the crashing of wheelchairs against one another during basketball games. I was deluged with memories and the sudden realization that he did it, we made it. Against crazy odds. 

I can't possibly explain to you what that meant to me. To him. To all of us. 

 

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"Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers."

– Charles William Eliot