What can I say? I'm a BLITZ blogger!

I usually have a lot to say. I don't always have the time to say it. This is why I post several blogs in one day. I like to sit at the computer for a few hours and just get it all out there. In the interest of time, I am just going to do another week in the life through photos.

We made lop-sided houses, a helicopter and marshmallow men with mini, fruity marshmallows (stale and on sale for 25 cents) and tooth picks.



We stole our friend J's cake decorating idea and made a birthday caterpillar for my niece's birthday.



Izzy rediscovered puzzles and she is really, really good at them.



I made some lemon and lemon cherry bread. Everyone *LOVES* this bread, which is actually a cake recipe that I fiddle with. Sometimes I add poppy seeds, sometimes blueberries. Really anything I just have in the kitchen. Recipe is found at Martha Stewart's site. Oh, and I've made it as the cake too, with the lemon curd and and fruit. To. Die. For.



Alex took the left over lemons and made himself some lemonaide.



Alex started his week long stint as a pioneer student at Black Creek Village.



Rob took Tuesday off to meet the teacher at Izzy's JK intake interview.



She looks so tiny at the school. Plus it is a pretty small school!



Mrs. F-T even handed out homework for the first day in. Cut out pictures of your favourite foods and glue them to a piece of paper. Check out mommy's little perfectionist! The pictures were pretty good squares and they had to be neatly arranged in rows.




She wrote her name on the back. Not bad for a kid who isn't 4 until November.



We picked some tomatoes and made more bruschetta.



Packed a special *Mommy & Izzy Day* picnic, including the cupcakes Izzy made and decorated that morning.



Took the babies for a stroll along the waterfront trail in Whitby.



Found some great stones to skip on the water.



Came back to Heydenshore Park the next night, this time with Daddy, Alex and a bucket of KFC chicken in tow. Had a nice family picnic along a pretty stretch of vacant beach. Found a table mere inches from the water on the rocky shore. The children chased the seagulls from the table and we took a walk down the pier.



Took Izzy to her first real day at school.



She lined up with all the other kids and smiled. A few seconds later she realized she was waving good-bye and would be entering the building sans parental units. There was a little panic and hesitation. I knew she would cry a bit and prayed it would be short lived. I walked back down the path and waited for a friend away from the window so we couldn't see each other. It was hard enough. Thankfully the day turned out well for her.

What is your favorite day of the week?

Another MDC Blog Challenge!

The problem is I don't think I have a favourite day of the week. I blame this squarely on homeschooling. As a homeschooler with an unschoolish, eclectic bent, Friday and Monday just do not have the same significance as it does to the rest of the world. Of course, this is about to change with Miss Iz throwing a wrench into that picture. Now we have to contend with the Monday to Friday grind just like everyone else. Hopefully Alex and I can keep our bitterness at bay. At least a little bit.

Ask me again in a few months.

Blogging for Bloggers

I've accepted a challenge from a fellow homeschooler/mom/blogger over here at MDC. I will try to do as many as possible but this has been a very trying week so it may not be as verbose as my posts tend to be. Maybe that is a good thing, lol.

Describe a place you remember from your childhood.

For some reason it seems appropriate that I should write about my kindergarten class. Izzy and I went through some old photos (and gosh I wish I had a scanner because that kid looks scarily like me, in a freaky clone kind of way) and found my kindergarten picture. Now we only had kindergarten way back when. None of this Junior and Senior stuff. I remember my entrance interview and the teacher asking me to count as high as I could. She cut me off some where near one hundred. I remember the tiny blue bathroom stalls near our cubby holes. I remember the circle mat and the nap mats. Geez, we had naps for a half day of school. Weird. There was milk time. And the french teacher would come in - which must have been a Northern Ontario thing because the kids here don't touch french until the fourth grade. Shocking. I don't remember much about the teacher except that she was very kind. That and she wore a blue terry cloth-like dress with brown and orange stripes.

So, with a heavy heart and lots of pretty decent memories of my own, Izzy started her own kindergarten memories this week. It is still shocking to me. 29 years after my own school debut I took Izzy to hers. Time truly flies by!