The First Two Weeks

We have just finished our second week of school. We are slowly getting into the new routine. Anna and Jack are spending most of their non-school time at the children's theatre. They are in a production of Les Miserables, taking a theatrical tap class, and a Shakespeare class taught by a professor at USC. Thursday was the first Shakespeare class. To make things work out, we have go early and set up the computer for Anna to attend her online classes and then immediately head into the theatre. This was our trial run and I would say it was successful. The younger kids and I hung out in Barnes and Noble and did schoolwork, then played.

Anna is also in a homeschool band once again and I am so glad we could make that happen. Some people are on a youth bowling league. And auditions for a play for Therese and Peter will be next week. I think we have enough extra curricular activities for now.

The other day, I was scrolling through my photos, looking for a particular picture, when I noticed that my subject matter has changed. I used to document our days and now, not so much. I want to go back to documenting our days. These days are so short that we have with our children and I want to be able to look back one day and remember what fun times we had.

We had finished our schoolwork and they were trying out the how-to-draw books.

I have never had a kid into Pokémon, but his friend introduced him and he is serious about it.

Books to be shelved

He will be making his First Reconciliation and First Communion this year. We did a demonstration with pepper in water to show how sin hides Jesus in our souls. A little soap dispersed the pepper and made Jesus visible again just like confession cleans our souls.

Fridays are catch up days or fun days. Today was both. We caught up and then went to the splash pad.

A good balance of work and play is how it should be.

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