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(pronounced slew, up here on the Canadian prairies…so it rhymes!) So for the last two years I’ve been struggling with my home school. Nothing seems to work the way I want it too. I plan, buy books, schedule, and then hate the outcome. I know that no plan survives contact with the enemy, but what . . . → Read More: The Homeschool Slough 61. The squirrel who is burying seeds in our yard, whom I dubbed “Nuts”. 62. Hot chocolate with a scoop of vanilla ice cream in it. 63. Lullabies. 64. Michael Card. 65. Water. 67. Clothes. 68. The Penners 69. Canada Geese. 70. Pink clouds at sunset. “Child” Said Aslan, “did I not explain to you once before that no one is ever told what would have happened?“ – C.S Lewis (The Voyage of the Dawn Treader) Overhead at my house today in the potty training area: Sometimes my bum whistles. I can’t. But sometimes my bum does. I love the complete honesty of small children! If you live to one hundred you’ve got it made. Very few people die past this age. – George Burns |
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