But on days like today, when we've been sitting in the orthodontist's office (all younger children in tow) and then in a hot car delivering meals, I welcome the ICT with a smile and a shout of "ice cream for dinner!" That's always a huge hit. (Note: I'm on the receiving end of the bringing a meal tradition far more than on the giving side. I write it here only to
assuage my guilt remind myself, some day down the road, that I actually did cook for other people once in a very long while).
We're plugging happily along with our summer math lessons and history readers. I'm loving all this early American stuff because I managed to pass the Higher Level International Baccalaureate history exam in high school (and it was my best score) and major in History at an Ivy League college without studying the overall history of the US. At least not in depth. The IB curriculum focused on "the Americas" and we read books by Howard Zinn and Carl Degler. I wouldn't call that a "fair and balanced" approach. In college, for some reason I focused on British history. So I'm learning a lot of this for the first time myself. We just finished The Witch of Blackbird Pond tonight - next up is Johnny Tremain. Bobo's reading The Skippack School and Elbow is poised to finish Squanto.
The Patriot is being baptized this Sunday by his dear, old dad. Pictures will be forthcoming I'm sure...