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Monday, October 29, 2012

Halloween can make your hair stand on end.




California Gull & I took our broods to a local senior citizens home to celebrate Halloween with the residents there.
Mockingbird was begging to go home as soon as we stepped in, and honestly, I didn't blame her. We've not been to a residential center before ever, and to see 50 people in wheelchairs lining the hall plus all the costumed orderlies was initially a bit of a shock.
Especially since there were some green-skinned witches, very convincing zombies with gauges, and a big, tall man poured into his tights, tutu, and pink wings later identifying himself as "Gerry the Fairy." (I thought the barbed wire tattoo on his left bicep really brought the whole outfit together.)




Bowery Bird won the prize for best Children's Costume as the Bride of Frankenstein.
(I think it was due solely to the clapping and cheering of  Frankenstein in the back.)
Add some black rain boots and a sheet--literally draped and cut (see the fairies in Sleeping Beauty for directions) to an amazing up-do and you've got a pretty creepy gal.

How to achieve the 14" do?
1 water bottle
6 bobby pins
Lots of regular and colored hairspray
and my talented friend, Puerto Rican Parrot.

 
Some silhouettes I did for Bantam Hen.
 
 
And Canary running from the paparazzi.
 
 
 

Friday, October 26, 2012

On the Hunt for The Homeschool Yearbook


I'm no pro with organizing, printing, or even taking photographs--as you can obviously see from this blog. Someone that is amazing at this is Heidi over at Mount Hope Chronicles where I go for homeschool Eye Candy (yes, that is the name of my Favorites folder her blog is in).

But I've successfully printed two Homeschool Yearbooks out of our 3 years of school. (That middle year, when I had a baby, we're still filling in the pieces from--which is perfectly understandable, right?)

 

Homeschool Yearbooks are a different beast

--in that, organizing photos chronologically would be fragmented, and virtually everything else overlaps creating a potential BLAAAH everywhere. 
But, unlike a brick and mortar school yearbook it's incredibly rewarding when done because instead of having to search through the entire thing for the 3 pictures of your children and things relative to them--they are on EVERY page.

I create a Yearbook because I want to:

1. Motivate myself to keep going.

 It gives validity to what I do everyday. To look back and say "Yeah, we did learn something. Here's a picture of my daughter painting a letter "A", and in this other book she's reading! Oh, and here she's doing another painting--with the brush upside down." Hmmm.

2. Make sure my children see that we had fun.

Who knows what memories will stick in their head, or come out later in therapy? At least I've got proof that it wasn't just an isolated cell they were educated in with rats rummaging through the endless piles of broken pencil leads, chipped abacus beads, and flash cards. We went on field trips, frequented the park, had friends over, and enjoyed being together.

3. Reward my effort with something pretty.

 I can crop out the laundry pile in the other room, dirty diaper smell doesn't translate to photo paper, and if you were grumpy that day--you're not in that spread. See how nice that is? All I'm left with is a cute corner of life to look fondly back on as the rest fades-thankfully- into oblivion...
4. Remember what we did.

Because, if I don't put it on paper somewhere--I forget about it. I want to remember what we enjoyed, and the things we tried that worked well so we can be sure to repeat them. I'll know what field trips are worth the effort and what field trips ar---Never mind. If it's a field trip, I'll go.
5. Capture a child's predisposition.

Family Albums to me, are more general--and I just don't have the get-up-and-go to do an album for each child every year. But if I do a yearbook, I can capture who that child was at 6...8...10 y/o. It's been sometimes surprising when I've noticed patterns. Oh, you were into climbing up everything that year, you were the one always Right There when the camera came out, and you  are happily somewhere in the background--to busy to be bothered.

Aha! You thought you'd see some of our faces here, huh!?


Art Class: Ceramics 2

 Busts

"A Very Vain Lady" by 9 y/o


To get our weird started, we watched this YouTube clip of the Swiss mask theater troupe
Mummenschanz on Muppet Show "Clay Faces"

Demo How to Sculpt a Face We breezed through--based on their attention span, not mine.

Clay Faces Step-by-Step I gave a quick demo based on these instructions and they worked great.

In case the link changes they are basically:
  • Make a boat shaped hollow base.
  • Make a ball of clay for your head.
  • With two thumbs, push in eye sockets, pull out nose, make opening for mouth.
  • Build up browline and lips with clay tube, and add eyeballs to the sockets and eyelids.
  • Add details of hair, neck, etc.

7y/o working on Head


Some pieces fell off if they weren't attached well enough.
Older kids helped younger kids make their base.
It was near Halloween, so things got a little creepy, and by that I mean they grew horns and pointy teeth (I drew the line when only one eye was suggested).


Girl's head by a 7y/o



"Shapeshifter" by a 12 y/o


Friday, October 19, 2012

Mary Cassatt and All That


So on weeks when we don't have our "Art Class" with friends, we ideally, copy a work of art by our term's artist. This term was Mary Cassatt, we had already read a couple children's biographies and watched a film about her. For today's project, "Young Mother Sewing" was the voice of the people.

 
 I pulled out oil pastels and chalk pastels, pushed back sleeves, and gave strict orders to stay at the table until completion; in that order.
Earlier we had played the memory game where I hide the picture and ask them "what color is the mom's hair?" or "can you see her needle?" and "can you see the dragon out the window?" so they had really looked at it carefully before this.
We just briefly talked about the focal point, major dividing lines in the picture, and the tone of our cardboard (we're big spenders around here) compared to the lightest/darkest values in the picture. Then I noticed their eyes glaze over and went to do dishes and leave them in peace.
And what a peace it was--silence for the better part of an hour working on these:

 
by 9y/o Bowery Bird
 
by 7y/o Mockingbird

 
Then we have a 4y/o boy's interpretation of "Young Mother Sewing."

by 4y/o Kingfisher
It was smeary, but fun. I think the tactile nature and vibrant color of chalks really appeals to children, and I'm going to have to pull them out more often.
 
 


Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Parenting Books

My family and I were getting on the light rail in downtown SLC on a Friday evening to find the car pretty full. I had my toddler in a sling and was going to stand since a young man had his leg folded comfortably across half of the only available seat. Re-thinkng this and realizing it was silly of me to enable rudeness, I went ahead and sat down, adjusting the baby onto my lap. He didn't move his leg. He didn't seem to notice. He didn't even pause his conversation with the pretty girl behind him.

Granted, it was an engaging topic about how the fake baby she was holding for class might start to cry....  Then an amusing interchange ensued with my husband loundly asking me in an overly concerned voice, "Are you alright?...Do you have enough room?...Are you sure you're comfortable?" Then, when that didn't have any affect,  "Do you mind moving over--she is holding a baby." To which the young man acted as though I had suddenly appeared right before his eyes, and was all politenss.... I could wax poetic on the irony of it all...but instead I'll just list

My Favorite Parenting Books:


Power of Positive Parenting
Healthy Sleep Habits Happy Child
Christlike Parenting
Parenting Breakthrough
Babywise
How to talk so your Teen will listen, how to listen so your teen will talk
How to train a child
CM series
Love and Logic
Ready or Not Here Life Comes
10 Habits of Happy Mothers
Spirited Child
Highly Sesitive Child
Raising Joy
Scream-free Parenting