I love homeschooled kids

It’s a snow day here in Maine. But my kids are plowing through school work. Even the one in public school is doing homeschool work.

I love homeschooled kids.

I have an appreciation for public schooling. We need as many people educated as possible. And I was really good at it, high honors and all that. But one of the things I learned from the classroom was that there was little reward for completing work. I still had to sit there. And people that didn’t complete their work didn’t really have any consequences.

One of the things I learned from the way school was set up (public and private) was the importance of warming a seat. Attendance was half of the battle. And the kids that didn’t act up or cause trouble were the “good kids.”

But homeschooled kids are not only learning the same subjects, they’re learning the importance of work. The system is different. There is a freedom to choose what to work on. And the reward of being able to be done when the work is done.

When I was in New Zealand with my 8 year old daughter, she always started her day doing her math work. It wasn’t her favorite, but she knew if she did it first, she would be done with it for the day.

It strikes me that this is so important with life too. There are increasingly few jobs that reward people for simply warming a seat. Today, people need to know how to work. They need to know what constitutes accomplishing a task and how to manage their own workflow.

As an entrepreneur, I get paid for work I do, not the time I take to do it. Home schooling creates a structure that teaches this by it’s very nature.

Just like my kids are doing today.

Songs for new parents and their baby girl

My sister-in-law and brother-in-law are having a baby girl. So my job at their shower on Sunday was to get song suggestions from people and make two CDs: one for the baby, one for the new parents. (My wife has lots of cool ideas like that.)

Here’s what we came up with. Some songs were suggested by family and friends. Some are just songs that I love. And on the parent CD, some are songs that they can sing and think of each other.

Songs for Baby

Songs for New Parents

What songs would you add?

Wicked Simple Pea Soup

I made my first pea soup today. It was really easy. I looked at a few recipes and made up my own:

  • 6 cups chicken broth
  • 1 lb split peas (rinsed)
  • 3 carrots (cut in 1/4 inch slices)
  • 1 onion chopped
  • 3 teaspoons garlic powder
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 teaspoon thyme
  • 1 teaspoon black pepper

You mix everything together in a crock pot. Let it cook on high for 6 or so hours. And voilà! Pea soup!

The spice measurements are only approximate. I just guessed with those. And the chicken broth was because we didn’t have any ham and didn’t want to go out to get any.

Best part? The kids ate it up without complaint.

It went especially well with the loaf of bread my wife made.

Daddy bragging

As a social media guy, I’m so proud of how my kids are using email and starting audio and video recordings.

Over the last couple days, my 10 year old son — on his own initiative — “borrowed” my wife’s camera and tripod, designed this scene, and took the over 500 pages that it required. He even knew what song he wanted it paired with. AND he was determined to have it uploaded to YouTube.

Yep, I’m a proud Dad.

Hippo Chrissy

Tonight at dinner, I asked…no…I told my son to stop making noise.

Later in the meal, I started singing along with a song on the radio.

Son: That’s not fair.

Me: You live under the illusion that this should be fair? It doesn’t have to be fair. That’s life.

Son: No, dad. That’s hippocrissy.

My wife and I cracked up. We couldn’t stop laughing!

We asked him if “hippocrissy” was a large gray animal named “Chrissy.” 🙂

He was good enough to join in the fun.

Daddy, what do these words mean?

Eating dinner with the kids tonight, my 7 year old daughter asked me if they could ask me they could repeat the all the words they’re not allowed to say and ask me what they mean.

What an interesting dinner discussion! Fortunately too, they didn’t throw me any curve balls.

We covered definitions, etymology, gestures. And why people use them even if my kids can’t.

I was so proud when the conversation moved into how God wants us to use our words. And how we can use our words to tear others down or build others up.

I was even more proud when my 7 year old daughter pulled out Wise Words For Moms. This is a useful matrix of negative behaviors, probing questions, and Scripture with to show how to put off the bad and put on the good. But my 7 year old daughter read it to her brother and sister.

My heart is very full right now.

(Even more so because she said the title should’ve said “Moms and Dads.”)