First Day of School

One thing I love about homeschooling is that you can choose which day you are going to begin. I like to take the traditional route and begin the day after Labor Day. It just doesn't seem right to start school in the middle of August because it's still summer. The first three weeks in September are technically summer too, but it's September and it has a different feel. August still feels like summer vacation.  Another thing I like is that I don't have to wake up at an unnatural hour. We wake up at 7am. School begins at 9am.

So today was our first day of school and we took some pictures.

The kids taking the bus to school. 

It's a crazy ride.

Sarah almost missing the bus.

Bradley - Fourth Grade

Wendy - First Grade

Jason - Kindergarten

Sarah - Second Grade 

Her backpack is totally empty, but she really wanted one, so I bought it for her at  Target for $3.98 so she could feel like a student.)

Emily - Fifth Grade

I can't believe she's in fifth grade!

The downside is that this school bus drops the kids back off at home, which means they come right back inside with me and there is no quiet time for mom. Also, we only take the bus on the first day of school. We don't do this everyday. I'm sure our neighbors already think we are weird enough, we don't need to give them more reasons to support their thoughts.

Here is a small sampling of our day. The pictures make everything looks so silent and peaceful. Don't let that deceive you:

Rosetta Stone

Spelling

Reading

Break Time

Piano

So that was our day. I hope to post more about our schedule this week. 

Pregnancy update: I'm not pregnant. I'm having Luteal Phase issues, meaning my period (AKA Aunt Flo) likes to visit a week early and hang around for about 12 days which does not help any potential embyros to snuggle in the lining of my uterus. Not only does she like to visit early, but she likes to come with a vengeance and create a very unnatural amount of blood flow. When I say "unnatural" I mean I'm afraid I'm going to pass out from the loss of a large amount of blood in a short period (no pun intended) of time. It happened this past Saturday morning at 4am. I didn't pass out, but I woke my husband up in case I did. I have a call into my doctor to help me fix this.  My guess is progesterone or hormones-out-of-whack issues. Or maybe my uterus is just old and cranky. In the meantime, if I do happen to pass out I'm glad to know that Jason knows how to call 911. Right now I'm fine though. Aunt Flo is in the process of leaving, thank goodness.