So we talked a big talk of taking the kids out of school this year, and going on a traveling adventure… and here we are, 4 September. I have just finished day 3 of home-schooling the kids here in Newport and so far, it is brilliant! I love it, the kids love it and it will not surprise anyone that they are phenomenal students. They are industrious, willing and good listeners. For this to work, we have to have the right combination of parenting/teaching style and the right child/children/learning style. It is early, and we have ‘many miles to go before we sleep’*… but so far, I think we are a good fit!
(…from one of my favorites… “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” – Robert Frost) …see full poem at bottom.
We created a classroom out of an under-used Sun Porch in the house – which we now call the… “schoolroom” – a space dedicated for learning. Though sometimes there just needs to be Math at the dining room table… (It will be nice to pop home for a week or two, spread out our books and create messy art projects – not as easy to do on the boat, nor in small hotel rooms in Europe).
Our schoolroom is small, cozy and bright. Though the kids seem comfortable to move about the house, work on the floor or read in a soft chair and I like that they are expanding their space this way.
In some of these photos, Sophia and Oliver are both working on their research projects for this week. Sophia is studying Venice, Italy and Oliver: Ibiza, Spain. Two places that we plan to visit within the next month.
We have morning recess and snack time scheduled in, and each day we have stopped to play family kickball in the yard. What a great idea, recess!
It is our goal to spend the first two weeks at home, getting used to the routine and schedule of a school day. Then we are off to Europe for “Adventure School Abroad”.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.