Last week was full, but I'm resurfacing.
I had a writing dreadline that didn't kill me. A living, breathing, not-in-the-throes-of-a-panic-attack mother is always a good thing in a homeschool.
We finally did our dissection unit. We dug into the usual suspects: an earthworm, a crayfish, a perch and a frog. Anne relished every minute and I surprised us all when I manhandled the frog and examined its tongue for the benefit of a curious teenage guy in our humbly-dubbed coop (we consist of two families.) The other mom kindly left us the three extra specimens from the kit, and Anne is looking forward to cutting open a starfish, a grasshopper and a clam in her spare time.
Why are Anne's safety goggles safely on the table?
We visited the local animal shelter and found out the beagle we wanted to see had already been adopted. We kept praying for the right dog to come our way.
"Lord, what fools these mortals be!" We headed to Omaha to see some friends perform A Midsummer Night's Dream at their homeschool learning center. And though the course of true love never did run smooth, our day did. Loads of fun.
God answered our pet prayers and we are thoroughly enjoying our first-ever dog. So far, I am pronouncing her to be the sweetest dog in the world. The girls love her and still can't believe she's ours.
And we think she's content with the situation, too:
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