There is Rice All Over My Living Room Floor

Our table is covered with projects. We are in the living room for dinner, watching Little House on the Prairie and listening to the kids tell us how yucky their dinner is.

LA is particularly disgusted by the fact that I wrapped bacon around the chicken and put sauce on it ("what is dis yucky red stuff?!"). He loves chicken, he loves bacon, but how dare I mix them together? And to add sauce? What kind of terrible parent am I? There has been wailing and gnashing of teeth.

SG is much more subtle. She just moves the food around on her plate, only eats the rice, then claims to be full. She's too concerned about where baby Carrie is to focus on her food, as Mr. Edwards has misplaced her in this episode.

SG started working on her first Weekly Painting. I ran across this idea while obsessing over Charlotte Mason homeschool blogs late one night, and I thought it would be fun for SG as well as a great way to collect memories from the year. She will choose something from our lessons as the subject of a painting, and she'll paint it on a trading card size piece of watercolor paper. This painting is from The Trumpet of the Swan, which we read for our family read aloud over the summer (until I got behind reading it and let SG just finish it by herself).

We'll officially start school next week, and SG will have more choices for her paintings.

 SG and I have been working on a watercolor mixing chart to go in her nature study bag. I wanted to show her how to mix colors in a way that wouldn't mess up the color pans. I really should do this with my tube colors - at least with greens and browns. It seems like I'm always struggling to get the right green and brown colors.

According to LA, this is Robocar Poli - a robot police car from a TV show he watches on Netflix. He's suddenly gotten really good at drawing, but with this new talent has come a lot of distress. He wants the picture to look exactly like the subject he's drawing, but his fine motor skills just don't match his ability to notice details yet - I mean, the kid is 3. When something doesn't turn out "right" he screams, stomps, and throws the paper. There are tears shed. It is dramatic. Then he gets over it, gets back to work, and does a great job (but is never quite satisfied with his work). He is the 3 year old version of me. Sorry kid.