Obviously, since I am sitting here typing this entry, something went right with my surgery.  Actually, it was much less traumatic than I had thought it would be.

My mom and dad drove me to the hospital, so Adrian could stay home with the littles.  After we passted the building a few times - thanks to my stellar directions - we walked in the main doors and then followed the hallway mazes until we finally reached the operating waiting room.  Soon after sitting down, I was greeted at the hospital by a very kind nurse - she explained that there had been an emergency and my surgery was going to be bumped ahead by an hour.  (I hadn't eaten all day, and it was already 4 in the afternoon.)  I reminded myself to be thankful that I wasn't the one with the emergency, then settled in for the extra hour of stomach rumbling and sitting.

Before I knew it, the kind nurse was calling my name.  She had me change into the (very sexy) gown and robe, then had me "get comfortable" on the table.  (Why do they ALL say that?  I am sorry, again, but those tables are NOT comfortable!)  Another nurse brought my parents into the room, then, yet another nurse, placed an IV in my arm as I held tightly to my daddy's hand.  (Yes, after 8 babies, I am still a big baby when it comes to needles.)  Various nurses and doctors came in to ask me questions like, "Can you verify your birthdate?", "What is your last name?", "What are your allergies?"....even though they had all of the answers right in front of them on my chart.  When the questions were done, a nurse said, "Okay, Rebecca, you will start to feel a little sleepy now".  She was right!  I didn't even think to correct her and tell her that she could call me "Beckie".  I vaguely remember being wheeled to the operating room, and moving to the table in there.  I was a bit concerned that my butt was showing, but was too tired to do anything about it except make a comment that I was sorry.  When I was on the operating table, a far away voice told me to take a few deep breaths.  For a quick moment I panicked, thinking I might not fall asleep completely, and would feel everything!..
...then I woke up.  (Whew!  I did fall asleep.)

The nurse brought my parents into the recovery room, and offered me a soda.  Mmmm....  CAFFEINE!!  Mountain Dew had never tasted so good!  She also brought me a graham cracker.  It tasted like a gourmet meal!

My mom told me that the doctor had been out to talk to them.  Everything had gone well - my kidney stones had broken apart.  Hooray!!  I was so thankful.  After eating my cracker and drinking my soda, I got dressed and the nurse gave me my discharge papers.  I would be sore, but they gave me a prescription to help with that.  After a quick thank you to everyone who had been so kind to me, my parents led me out of the hospital. 

Adrian had plans to go hunting the following day, but stayed home with me to help me as I healed.  (I was quite sore for a few days.)  Two days later, he ended up with H1N1.  He was super sick, and ended up needed my help more than I needed his help!  Then the kids got sick...and needed us both to take care of them.  I am still not sure how we made it through the week.  Only by the grace of God!!

"O Lord my God, I cried out to You, and You have healed me." (Psalm 30:2)

Thank you for your thoughts and prayers.
In Him, Beckie

Well, today is the big day.  I have surgery today. 

Let me go back a bit... 
I went to see my urologist last week to get the results of my lab work and my CT scan.  No cancer.  Praise God!  One large kidney stone in one kidney, along with another smaller one; several tiny stones in the other kidney.  My urologist and I spent a lot of time talking about my options - none of which sounded great.  We decided on extracorporeal shock wave lithotripsy.  I will be sedated, then the urologist will use shock waves to try to break up the larger kidney stone.  If he can break up the larger one, he may try to break up the smaller one.  Complications from lithotripsy are rare - mild pain when the smaller fragments of the stone pass, and muscle and back pain from the shocks.  Sometimes lithotripsy doesn't work in breaking up the stones and a more invasive surgery is required.  I am praying and believing that the lithrotripsy will work and that both stones will be gone when I wake up from sedation. 

While I am sedated, I will also have a cystoscopy - the urologist will use a scope to look inside my bladder to make sure that I don't have any cysts or cancer.  He feels fairly certain that I don't have anything wrong, except the kidney stones.

I am terribly afraid of being sedated.  I don't like that someone else is in control of my breathing.  It is the anesthesiologist's job to make me breathe.  He has no ties to me, and sees me only as another hour long surgery in his day.  (If Adrian screws up his job, someone goes without cable or satellite...  If the anesthesiologist screws up his job, someone can die.) 

My girls were listening to KTIS in their bedroom this morning and the dj quoted his favorite verse.  Isaiah 41:13 For I, the LORD your God, will hold your right hand, Saying to you, 'Fear not, I will help you.'  I am going to stand on that verse today!!  I will not be afraid. 

I am enjoying a quick Coke before my time runs out - no food after midnight last night, clear fluids until 10:30 this morning, then nothing until after my surgery.  Adrian offered to get me anything I wanted to eat last night at 11:30.  (He even said he'd go to McDonald's for a grilled McChicken sandwich!!)  I asked him to make me a bowl of chocolate ice cream.  It isn't bad, really, to skip a couple of meals when you are busy....but it feels like you are famished when you are required to skip meals.  So annoying!

Please say a prayer for peace for me today.  Thank you all so much!!

In Him, Beckie

Then your light shall break forth like the dawn,
And healing shall spring up quickly.
Isaiah 58:8

Who his own self bore our sins in his body on the tree, that
We, being dead to sin, should live unto righteousness, by
Whose stripes we were healed.
I Peter 2:24

He sent his word, and healed them, and
Delivered them from their destructions.
Psalm 107:20

Daughter your faith has made you well, go in peace,
And be Healed of your disease.
Mark 5:34

Whatever you ask for in Prayer with faith you will receive.
Matthew 21:22

And said, If thou wilt diligently hearken to the voice of the
Lord thy God, and wilt do that which is right in his sight,
And wilt give ear to his commandments, and keep all his statutes,
I will put none of these diseases upon thee, which I have
Brought upon the Eqyptians: for I am the Lord that healeth thee.
Exdous 15:26

Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases.
Psalm 103:3

My son, attend to my words; incline thine ear unto my sayings.
Let them not depart from thine eyes; keep them in the midst
Of thine heart. For they are life unto those that find them
And health to all their flesh.
Proverbs 4:20-22

But he was wounded for our transgressions he was bruised
For our iniquities; the chastisement of our peace was upon him;
And with his stripes we are healed.
Isaiah 53:5

Heal me, O Lord and I shall be healed; save me,
And I shall be saved; for thou art my praise.
Jeremiah 17:14

I had a urology appointment today, following an appointment I had with my family practice physician two weeks ago.  I have been dealing with horrible migraines and had an appointment to discuss my medications with my doctor.  At that appointment I mentioned that I was having Coke colored urine - I assumed this was a result of my migraine medications.  She ordered a urinalysis, and called a few hours later to tell me that there was blood in my urine and she wanted me to go back the following week for a repeat urinalysis.  She said that it wasn't uncommon to occasionally have a small amount of blood in your urine and that she didn't want to put me on antibiotics for a bladder infection, at that time, because I wasn't having any symptoms.  Last week I went in for another urinalysis and, again, had blood in my urine - this time there was much more blood, and white blood cells (which hadn't been present the week before).  My doctor put me on an antibiotic, assuming I had a bladder infection.  I took the medication for five days then, on the sixth day on the antibiotics, at 2:30 in the morning, I noticed that I had red blood in my urine.  I was freaked out.  I called my doctor the when the clinic opened and she put me on a stronger antibiotic and had me make an appointment with a urologist. 

At my appointment today the urologist explained that there are many causes for blood in the urine - kidney stones, tumors and cancer are the most common.  He asked me about my medical history, then told me what the normal protocol is for someone who comes into his office with blood in their urine: a urine culture, a CT scan with an IV dye contrast, and a cystoscopy (a small camera placed in the bladder with only local anesthesia).  Though I am not in the "high risk" category for cancer, the possibility needs to be addressed.  I collected my urine today, which they will culture and look for cancer cells.  I will have the CT scan tomorrow, which will be looking for stones or tumors.  (I am very nervous about the scan.  IV needles scare me terribly!  Having an IV is the worst part of having a baby.)  On Thursday I will have the cystoscopy (this, too, makes me nervous), then get all of the results. 

I think, at this point, the tests are almost as scary as getting the results.  I have barely slept since I saw the red blood in my urine, and now I have another week of waiting... 

I am believing that God is going to give the doctors wisdom and that He is going to heal my body.  I have eight babies who need their mommy, and I can't even think that I may have something terrible that will keep me from taking care of them. 

My mom was with me at my appointment today, and she will be with me again on Thursday.  She will be there to hold my hand, no matter what the results are.  I don't know what I would do without her.  She is my rock.  My dad was with my kids today, and will be with them again on Thursday, lovingly taking care of them.  My sister, whom I haven't spoken to in weeks, was holding me up in prayers.  She was the first person to call when we walked out of the clinic.  My dear friend, Ember, sent me a text this morning to let me know that she was praying for me before my appointment.  Adrian has been so positive, assuring me that everything is going to be okay.  With the prayers of my loved ones, and with their love and support, I know that I will get through this uncertain time. 

Am I nervous?  I would be lying if I said that I wasn't.  The Bible says that I only need to have the faith of a mustard seed.  I am not required to be Wonder Woman.  I just have to remember to lean on Him and trust that He will see me through this.  "Cancer" is an ugly word, and it immediately brings fear... even the thought of it being a possibility is scary.  I am going to lean on Jesus....and believe that His perfect will for me is to be healed.

Luke 17:6 So the Lord said, “If you have faith as a mustard seed, you can say to this mulberry tree, ‘Be pulled up by the roots and be planted in the sea,’ and it would obey you.

If you are reading this, I thank you in advance for your prayers. 

In Him always,
Beckie

Posted in The Simple Woman's Daybook

I miss my grandmas so much!  Grandma Maday and her purple personality.  She was so silly, and her smile would light up an entire room.  Her tiny little self left such a huge impression on anyone who met her.  Grandma Spinks and her lipstick personality.  She felt good as long as her lipstick was in place (even if it transferred to her teeth).  Her arms were always reaching out to offer help or a hug.  She was so giving, of herself and all that she had.

I will miss taking trips to Indiana with my sister... waiting in the airport, too nervous to speak sensibly, so we shared funny quotes from movies we've seen over the years and laughed so hard we almost wet our pants....  Trying to find our luggage on the round-about thing, recognizing everyone else's suitcases as our own...  Sharing a hotel room...  Frequent visits to Grandma's nursing home... Driving around for hours, lost and laughing... Staying up late, giggling in bed....

I will miss sharing time with my sister here in Minnesota, visiting Grandma and Grandpa.... Hanging pictures that we lovingly selected for Grandma and Grandpa's new apartment....   Sharing tears of lost moments, and enjoying the moments of today... Sharing laughs at the funny things Grandma would say....and shock at the things Grandpa would say.... Taking an extra minute in the parking lot to share a hug.... Stopping by her house on my way home to hug her kids, or eat with her family.... Painting Grandma and Grandpa's house together.... Laughing...always laughing.... Holding each other up....  I miss my sister.  I miss sharing things with her, and hearing her voice.  I miss praying with her and sharing words of encouragement.

I miss my brother.  I miss his humor, the way he could always make me laugh.  I miss knowing that he is only a 12 hour drive away...and that there would always be welcoming arms waiting for us at the end of the drive. 

I miss allowing comments on my blog.... I miss the encouraging words from my friends that would be left here....  For now, however, I cannot allow comments.  My friends are always welcome to email me, or find me on Facebook.  I love you all!

Psalm 30:5
Weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning.

Psalm 34:18
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.

Psalm 37:39
The salvation of the righteous comes from the LORD; he is their stronghold in time of trouble.

Matthew 5:4
Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.

Philippians 4:6
Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God

Revelation 21:4
He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.

In Him, Beckie

 

 

Posted in The Simple Woman's Daybook

I was cutting up chicken for enchiladas when Phoebie and I had the following conversation:

Phoebie : "Mommy, where do chickens come from?"

Me: "What do you mean?"

Phoebie: "Where do they come from?  Like..... Do they grow in the ground?"

Me: "Chickens?!"

Phoebie: "Yeah, chickens."

Me: "Phoebie, chickens come from eggs."

Phoebie : (blank stare)

Me: "You know, Phoebie... Chickens....  Brock, brock....  Grandma Penny has chickens in her yard."

Phoebie: (look of sudden insight) "OH, YEAH!!  CHICKENS!"


A few nights later, Phoebie was talking her dad's ear off.  He looked at her and said, "Phoebie, why don't you go out and plant some chickens."
Very seriously, she said, "But, Daddy, I don't have any seeds!"


Enjoying every moment,
Beckie

Posted in The Simple Woman's Daybook

Grandma is in the hospital, on the cusp of making her big journey home to Jesus.  My heart is breaking...
I will never forget how special it was when I was a little girl and Grandma would visit....  (Sometimes we would just pretend that she was coming and get our bedrooms all shiny.)  I remember watching out the window, waiting for her car to pull up....running outside to jump into her arms.  I remember her big purse, always filled with something special for my brothers, sister and me.  I remember the way she smelled, all sweet and clean.  I remember how her hands felt in mine, soft and squishy.  I remember her full lips, kissing my cheek, always covered in a bit too much red lipstick.  I remember her snuggling me, rocking me to sleep, even when I barely fit in her lap.  I remember her patience, listening to my never ending stories.  I remember her jewelry, always fancy. 
I remember last summer...visiting Grandma in the nursing home.  Helping her to make her hair pretty with a curling iron and a ribbon.  I remember applying her face cream, then her make-up....topping it all off with a bit too much red lipstick.  I remember her smiling, so proud of how she looked.  I remember talking about how she loved to dance, and how she missed dancing now that she was confined to a wheelchair.  I remember holding her hand, helping her eat, washing her face...  I remember the moment I had to say good-bye, with tears streaming down my cheeks.... promising to see her again.  I remember Grandma crying...waving as I walked away. 
Now, as Grandma is lying in a hospital bed, dying, I cannot keep my promise.  I am, instead, sitting on my couch...too pregnant to travel.  Why didn't I go see her in the Spring?  Now I will have to wait until eternity to see her... to smell her sweet, clean smell.... to touch her soft and squishy hands.  I can't put red lipstick on her lips to make her feel more ready to meet Jesus.  I can't pick out special jewelry for her to wear before her journey.  I can only ask others to tell Grandma how much I love her and to kiss her for me.  I have to hope that I said everything she needed to hear in our short telephone call three days ago...where I could only hear the hum of her oxygen machine and an occasional moan from her throat.  I can only sit at home, praying that God will take her gently home....and that Grandpa Bill will be on the other side to greet her.  I can pray that there is a make-up bag waiting for her, along with some Aqua Net hairspray and a jewelry box.  I can pray that she will feel the comfort of Jesus as she makes this final trip, from here to eternity. 
Please, God, hold Grandma in your hands.  Please guide her gently to heaven.  Please comfort us, as we say good-bye.  Please be with us all, Lord. 

In Him, Beckie

Posted in Thursday Thirteen

I have a friend who believes in letting her children express themselves in any way that they feel appropriate - throwing things, hitting things, talking disrespectfully, etc...  This behavior has caused a division in my relationship with my friend, as well as our childrens' relationship.  It is difficult for me to witness her childrens' outbursts, let alone to allow my children to witness them.  My husband and I are very strict when it comes to how our children are allowed to express themselves.  Even when they are angry, we expect them to be respectful.  They can share their feelings, but not in a way that may hurt others.

I feel that the Bible is very clear about this:

Proverbs 20:11 Even a child is known by his deeds, Whether what he does is pure and right.

Even a child is known by his behavior!  I want my children to be known as lovers of the Truth and seekers of His will.

Proverbs 13:24 He who spares his rod hates his son, But he who loves him disciplines him promptly.

God expects us, as parents who love our children, to discipline our children and to have Godly standards for them.  In obedience to this, I believe that we MUST expect our children to behave appropriately, even when they are angry. 

Proverbs 19:18 Chasten your son while there is hope, And do not set your heart on his destruction.
Proverbs 23:13 Do not withhold correction from a child, For if you beat him with a rod, he will not die.

If we do not discipline our chidren, we are setting them up for destruction.  What mother or father would intentionally set their children up for failure?  I think that, sometimes, we are so worried about how our children feel...we miss the mark.  It isn't about how our children feel, it is about their eternal soul.

Ephesians 6: 1-3 Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right.  "Honor your father and mother," which is the first commandment with promise: "that it may be well with you and you may live long on the earth."

I want my children to have long lives, and I want them to have Christ's hand upon their lives.  I want to set them up to succeed as adults, and to always seek HIS will for their lives. 

I know that I cannot always protect my children from the world, or the ways of the world.  I know that they will have friends who are disrespectful to their parents.  I know that my children, too, may be disrespectful to me.  When they are disrespectful, however, I know that I am called to follow the Word and to discipline them.

Hebrews 12:11 Now no chastening seems to be joyful for the present, but painful; nevertheless, afterward it yields the peaceable fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it.

I believe that my children will yield much fruit as adults.  I see their fruit already.  Do we fail?  Yes, we do.  We are still human and often fall short. 
Romans 3:23 For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.
When we fail we accept correction.  We want others to see our fruit and to have a desire to have what we have -- a relationship with Jesus Christ, our Savior. 

My heart hurts over the division between my friend and me.  I pray for her family, for her children.  I pray that the Lord will make it easier for me to be with her children and that He will give me a soft heart for them. 

In Him, Beckie

I was blessed on Monday with the opportunity to be with my cousin as she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl.  It was the most beautiful, awesome experience I have been able to be a part of....next to the birth of my own seven babies. 

I got a call on Sunday evening - Nikki's water had broken and she and Cory didn't know what to do.  I smiled inside, that they thought to call me.  Nikki wasn't feeling contractions, so I told them that they should just calmly call their doctor to see what he recommended.  Within an hour, they were on their way to the hospital.  I kept in close touch - not wanting to pry, but wanting them to know that I was there.  I could hardly sleep, knowing that they may call at anytime to have me go to the hospital.  As morning came, Nikki was still only dilated to one centimeter.  My heart ached for her.  I know how frustrating it can be, to be told over and over again that you are not making progress.  Adrian went to work, with his phone and pager close by so I could call him home if Nikki and Cory decided that they wanted me to go to the hospital to be with them.  Around noon I got the call!!  Nikki was dilated to seven centimeters and was asking for me.  I called Adrian home and ran out the door.  When I got to the hospital, Nikki looked fabulous.  She had an epidural and was feeling quite comfortable.  She was dilated to ten centimeters...just waiting for the baby to drop so she could push.  We spent an hour talking about their excitement over their new little one, and about how crazy she thought I was (having gone through labor seven times and being pregnant again).  I watched as Nikki's contractions became more intense and as she started to feel pressure.  The nurse came in and checked her - the baby had dropped and Nikki was ready to push. 

With Cory holding her hand, and me holding her head, Nikki started to push.  With every push the baby's head became more visible.  It was such a miracle, seeing the teeny head appear with a head full of dark hair.  After only 5 or 6 contractions, baby Emilee Nevina was gently eased into the world.  When the nurse put Emilee on Nikki's chest, she held her baby so tenderly...like she had been holding her forever.  I nearly got lost in that moment...just being a part of the beauty and miracle of a new life.

I will always be thankful to Cory and Nikki for giving me the honor of being there...and I will always hold a special place for sweet baby Emilee. 

Psalm 139:13-17
For You formed my inward parts;
You covered me in my mother’s womb.
I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
marvelous are Your works,
And that my soul knows very well.
My frame was not hidden from You,
When I was made in secret,
And skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed.
And in Your book they all were written,
The days fashioned for me,
When as yet there were none of them.
How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!
How great is the sum of them!

Blessings, Beckie

Posted in Thursday Thirteen

Posted in Wordless Wednesday

Posted in Little Hands to Heaven

Little Hands to Heaven
List of Necessary Supplies (Units 1-12)

Unit 1
Creation and the Fall

white paper

white crayons

colored crayons

black tempera paint

masking tape

Cheerios or dried beans

stuffed animal

bar of soap & mirror or ice cube & construction paper

Unit 2
The Earth and the Flood

magazines/catalogs

play dough, fingerpaint or water color paint

masking tape

colored construction paper

black construction paper

building blocks

chalk or crayons

*optional

coin

cotton ball

paper clip

paper fastener

rock

popsicle stick

small block

plastic lid

spoon

button

Unit 3
God Blesses Abraham

magazines/catalogs

cotton balls or yarn

glue

sheep stuffed animals

masking tape

toy car/vehicle

index cards

paper towels

white tempera paint

black construction paper

clear tape

bathrobe or towels

blanket

3 stuffed animals

spoons

napkins

cups

snacks

juice

baby pictures of kids

cooking oil or liquid soap

aluminum pan or plate

Unit 4
Isaac and His Sons

magazines/catalogs

stuffed animal

masking tape

black marker

white marker

color crayons

dried macaroni or raisins

two stuffed animals

balloon

pudding, chocolate syrup, baby food, or fingerpaint

plate, pan or piece of paper

Unit 5
Young Joseph

Q-Tips

coffee filter, napkin or paper towel

tempera paint

masking tape

magazines/catalogs

pennies

nickels

dimes

quarters

muffin tin

large white paper

glue

salt, coffee grounds, glitter, or any kind of spice

favorite stuffed animals

markers, marker boards or carpet pieces

Unit 6
Joseph Becomes a Leader

empty jar

magazines/catalogs

masking tape

brown construction paper

sticky note

glue

salt or sugar

ten stuffed animals

Cheerios or dried beans

pictures of relatives

bar of soap & mirror or ice cube & construction paper

Unit 7
Young Moses

blocks

green construction paper

blue construction paper

brown construction paper

glue

masking tape

finger paint, water colors or play dough

stuffed animal or baby doll

paper towel and tape or diaper

spoon or bottle

burp cloth

baby toys

baby bed or pretend baby bed

magazines/catalogs

*optional

measuring spoon and cups

ladles

wire whisks

egg beaters

strainers

basters or medicine droppers

funnels

Unit 8
The Exodus

3+ toys

cotton balls or yarn

glue

stuffed animal

magazines/catalogs

masking tape

toy car or vehicle

shiny white painting paper

crayons

water colors

*props for:

Moses

the Egytptians

the Israelites

a staff

a path

the sea

cooking oil or liquid soap

aluminum pan or plate

cotton balls, torn bread, torn paper towels, or dry pasta

basket

Unit 9
God's Laws

white paper

stamps or stickers

dried macaroni or raisins

glue

magazines/catalogs

5 duplos or blocks

tin foil

small dark towel or napkin

coloring napkin or wrapping paper

coins

perfume

blanket

flashlight

brown crayons

green construction paper

cotton balls, Cheerios or fingerpaint

glue

masking tape

Unit 10
Joshua Leads Israel

magazines/catalogs

plastic knife or butter knife

peanut butter

plate

waxed paper

square or rectangular crackers

masking tape

*props for:

branches

rope

napkin, drink coaster or bean bag

glue

salt, coffee grounds, glitter, or any spice

blocks

stuffed animals

Unit 11
The Time of the Judges

pieces of paper

mirror

unopened cans and boxes of food or drink

variety of small items to weigh

Cheerios or dried beans

blocks

balls or pairs of rolled up socks

bar of soap & mirror or ice cube & construction paper

masking tape

stuffed animal

white paper

brown crayon

flakes of cereal, popcorn seeds or grains of rice

glue

Unit 12
Samuel Listens to God

pictures of children on special days when they were younger

fingerpaint, water colors or play dough

stuffed animal

white paper

gold covered block

1-3 cups

masking tape

blocks

white paper

crayons

Q-Tips

cooking oil

Posted in School Stuff

I have to get on a better schedule.  The kids and I seem to wing it so often, and many days we never really "finish" school.  I am determined to get organized and to get a better schedule.  (Is this going to be possible while we are getting ready to move...and while I am pregnant?  I don't know.  I am going to give it my best, though.)

Here is my plan:

9 - 10:30AM - bigs will work on journals and handwriting, then do independent work (file folder games, etc...)

9-10:30AM - littles will have preschool/kindergarten (Little Hands to Heaven - just bought it!  WOO HOO!)

10:30 - 11AM - bigs will work on math while littles work on independent work/play (file folder games, activity bags, etc...)

11 - 11:30AM - unit study story

11:30AM - 1PM - lunch and free choice play

1PM - 2PM - bigs will work on grammar & science while littles watch a quiet movie/take naps.

2PM - 3PM - bigs will work on unit study and finish anything that is left while littles play independently/finish naps.

I will feel a whole lot better knowing that I have a plan....even if it isn't perfect.  I know that I can't stress out about the plan, but will use it as a guide.  Some days we might be done with school by 2PM, other days we might be done by 4PM.  I just want to be sure that every day we are finishing school. 

In Him, Beckie

Posted in Wordless Wednesday