Yeah, I'm not too sure about all the changes happening around here either, friends!  I'm too old-fashioned, and it worked most of the time before - and it's not too user-friendly around here anymore unless you want a crash course in page design and html(-ing).

We're continuing our studies, well into 1st grade if you feel the need to keep track (she's a year ahead of her PS peers), and well into 2nd grade for math - because IMHO, she's a genius.

Unit study-wise, we're still learning about our bunny, Luna.  She's going thru those terrible teen years (well, relative to bunny age, at any rate, LOL) and needs corrections and gentle leadership if she's not going to become a nipper.  We've got the water bottle out, and use 2 fingers to the neck to prevent those adorably sharp teeth from sinking into our flesh when she gets in the mood to play rough! (just a tap, it doesn't take much to deter a bunny!)  She's a playful one - loves to veg out, and is a bit of a diva, with wanting all the attention when she's out.  She's likely to nudge you when she is in the mood, and she'll hop on you if you're not looking at her all the time! We even got a cute video of her 'attacking' a beanie baby-style giraffe, it's just hilarious.

We're also learning about stages of pregnancy, week by week kind of thing.  She's looking forward to being a big sister, and we're taking on bits of baby care before the baby gets here.  How to swaddle, change a diaper, what kinds of toys can a baby play with, that sort of thing.

She also knows the PG version of what happened to Tara Grant.  We're near where all this happened, and it's gained national attention, so I thought it best to give her the watered-down, age appropriate version, told with love for her, so nothing was too difficult on her - no details. (the husband was mad at his wife, so he killed her and tried to hide it.  The bad man had kids around your age, and now those kids don't have a mommy or a daddy, because when someone does something that horrible, they have to go to jail.) and she said to me, "That's not right, because even if he was mad at her, he should have just taken a break and gone to his room!" (brief pause) "That daddy should have loved his kids more, because now they have to live in a new home, without all their toys and clothes and stuff!"  I told her the kids would do fine with relatives, and told her they most likely have all the important toys with them by now.  She was relieved to hear that part, LOL.  She was also told what would happen to her if we were to die, and with whom she would most likely live - toys included!  It was a good way to open that door for that type of discussion, for our family, anyhow. 

I couldn't believe that sort of evil existed around here.  I mean, I knew it was a possibility, but it's just always so hard to realize it's REAL, and it was in our stomping grounds, you know?  Just eerie...