A boy's point of view

Here's a tiny tad of a conversation I heard on the long (9 hr) ride home from Christmas in OH.

As we pass the Indiana sign, Dustan hollers to the kids, "Hey, We're in Indiana now. There's the sign."

And Weston pipes up.
"Yes. Indiana. That is the place where Indiana Jones was born. Only his real name is not Indiana. They just call him that because he was born here. And it's not Hans Solo either. I just can't remember what it was."

Great stuff. And I am recording it all here because I will forget to tease him about it when he is a teenager.

Here are some more Westonisms in case you get bored:
Meet Albert

A really weird conversation from a couple of years ago


A little something to melt your heart

And my own personal favorite glimpse inside Weston's head:
Bad Thinking

Some Christmas Eve Baking

My Dream House is a Green House

And apparently it is made of gingerbread and covered in candy. Who wouldn't want THAT kind of house?
It's lighted by candle light, and just outside the back door is a garden, with a garden gate. Oh, it makes my heart wiggle with desire. You can't see it, but it also has a compost heap. Oh, how I have always wanted a compost heap.

Stained glass windows and a teeny tiny well for water supply. How adorable is that itty bitty bucket?


My dream house is heated by a vine covered fireplace and has a pile of wood just waiting to be used for a cozy fire.


It has a teeny tiny clothesline with teeny tiny clothes- made from bubblegum. That way you can wear your clothes and eat them too!

Every year at the Yorkville Family Thanksgiving, there are about fifty (or more) gingerbread houses that are baked and decorated. there isn't a contest, but I won anyway. I judged the non contest myself and though I have been told that judging an imaginary contest and giving myself an imaginary prize is rather unethical, I had to do it anyway. That house just deserves to win.

My kids made one too. But I am showing you mine. I am just that kind of morally debased person.

Come visit Death Island

For those not in the know- I homeschool my demented children. The title of demented is well-deserved, as you shall soon see.

The curriculum that we use is Moving Beyond the Page. At the end of each unit, there is a big final project. This unit was on the land and for his final project he had to create a tri-fold brochure about an Island that he created. he had to include landforms, weather, location, natural resources, and all sorts of other interesting facts. And when I say "interesting", what I mean is, "demented".

We used ipages to create his brochure and he has a blast playing with the fonts.
Here is Marcus' third grade project on our "Land" unit.

Read it and DIE!!!!
PS, it's a tri-fold, so you have to imagine how it would look folded up.

Death Island Brochure

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I sometimes take dictation for my children,

Especially for my oldest who loves to write stories and poems, but hates to actually WRITE them down.

Today was the first time that Esther asked me to type something up for her.

"Mommy. I have a book to write. Can you type it for me on you puter?"

Me: Sure baby, what is it?

Her: Well, it's a book has a title. Type this up now. "Kids know everything, and adults know nothing"

Me: Umm, I don't think so. That sounds like a not so nice book.

Her: See. You don't even know what a nice book is.


I kind of feel bad for nipping it off at the title. Maybe it could have been one of those shrinky dink self-help books and been a best seller. What do I know?

Apparently, nothing.