Frequently I’m asked what I use for curriculum. The truth is, I don’t. When I find something that works for us, we use it, and then move on to the next thing. Initially, I made up my own “curriculum”.
We are heavy into history, because I feel understanding the past helps us to deal with the present. One day, a friend of mine mentioned “Story of the World”. Open to any and all suggestions, I checked it out. Low and behold, everything I was doing had already been done! I decided to purchase this curriculum and have been mostly pleased. For an in depth study of history, it falls woefully short. For two young kids who are being exposed to history for the first time, it’s great.
So there you have it, my history pick of the moment. What do you use? Comment below with why, someone might benefit from your experience.
My birthday coincides with Thanksgiving. This year, I had a big birthday and wanted nothing to do with domestic chores. This is a major deviation from my normal line of thought. I thought about what would make this birthday memorable. My birthday list was pretty simple; I wanted to go to some shows and have awesome meals that someone else would clean up after. I wanted to lounge by a pool whilst consuming fruity beverages served by adorable cabana boys. I wanted night life with enough activity during the day to keep the kids busy. Where oh where could we go?
The answer came to me in a vision of a flashing neon light: LAS VEGAS! I promptly informed my husband of my birthday wish, and he dutifully arranged the flight, hotel, and a show. Before I knew it, people beloved to me were making their arrangements to meet me in Vegas, and a party was born!
We stayed in the ARIA. Our room was lovely, but what really put me over the edge was the bathtub. When you live on a sailboat, showers are all that’s available. A bath is a serious luxury for me.
Since it was Thanksgiving evening, we headed out to rustle up some grub. There were all kinds of Thanksgiving buffets to be found, but the prices were a little more than we were willing to spend. We decided to take a walking tour of the strip. Along the way, we ducked into a steakhouse and had our holiday dinner. This did not sit well with the kids initially, but a few mouthfuls into dinner and all complaints were silenced. The girls enjoyed all the lights and unique architecture, but were befuddled as to the lure of the city itself.
The next day, we took the kids to the Springs Preserve. This is actually where the city of Las Vegas started. The history of the area was displayed beginning from prehistoric fossils, to current flora and fauna, to modern Vegas. Outside, there was a small zoo of local animals. The best display there, in my opinion, was the flash flood room. We were able to experience a flash flood from the safe and dry vantage point. If that’s not cool, I don’t know what is. We had lunch at the Café there, which afforded us not only a phenomenal view, but also gluten free pizza. The kids were in heaven. That night, the girls spent with Grandma, while hubby and I went out with some family.
We ate at a place called Bizarre Meats. The restaurant certainly lived up to it’s name! Foi Gras on a stick wrapped in cotton candy, pork rinds instead of chips or bread, and appetizers served in a glass tennis shoe. It was a vegetarian nightmare. I think the wine was the only thing I consumed that didn’t have some animal product in it. To say I enjoyed myself would be a vast understatement. The food was delicious and entertaining, and even the staff was amazing. They accommodated my gluten-free requirement zealously. After that, we were off to Fremont Street. If I hadn’t have been wearing a dress, I would have done the zipline. Alas, I had not planned for that. Regardless, it was an experience.
The next day, we went for a light hike at Red Rock. This resulted in a new item being added to my bucket list. Someday I am going to cross the Mohave Desert. We spotted a desert hare and a few birds, so the desert didn’t feel devoid of life at all. The landscape is hauntingly beautiful, though admittedly a bit phallic.
Our Lyft driver met us at the entrance to the park, and brought us back to ARIA. We had some down time, left the girls with their other Grandma, and headed out to dinner at the Mandarin. That’s definitely my favorite spot in Vegas. The feel of the whole place was calm and relaxed. After my pad thai and crème brule birthday treat, we went to Ka. It’s a Cirque Du Solei performance that entertained the socks off me. The highlight of the show for me was the moving stage. Just a tour of that stage would have been intriguing. What could we possibly do after dinner and a show? Dancing!
We went to the club at ARIA, mainly because it was painfully cold outside and we had received a comp from the hotel. (that’s a story unto itself) Regardless, we made our way inside and had a blast with dancing and cocktails while counting down the minutes to my birthday. It was an epic night, but I had to get to sleep so I could be a quality Mom the next day. So once I turned into a pumpkin, I was off for some well deserved shut eye.
The next day, we went to the Bass Pro store for a while, then explored the strip as my Grandparents had never been to Vegas before. It was a mellow, relaxed day, and is one of my favorite memories. The day was topped off with dinner at the Excalibur. We watched the Tournament of Kings, which oddly coincided with our homeschool; our studies have moved from the ancient world to medieval Europe. The girls watched the show with wide eyes and complete focus. Horses thundered back and forth in front of us, fireworks exploded, all in the midst of “Hazaaaa!” being shouted by actors and spectators alike. There was jousting and sword fighting. Finally, my kids understood the lure of Vegas. We made it back to our hotel, but I needed some time with my Grandparents.
I dropped off the kids to be with hubby while I spent some time in the casino with my Mom. The two of us had cocktails and gambled away pennies. It was $30 well spent. When I left Vegas, I didn’t feel like I was leaving “Sin City”, but that I was leaving a place that had afforded me a wealth of cherished memories all in a four mile stretch of road.
With all the craziness with the most current election, I opted NOT to follow it in our homeschool. There was frankly way too much being brought up that I wasn’t comfortable exposing my kids to. Yet, given the climate, I felt we should do some kind of Government study. Since the Federal Government was going to be off-limits for now, the logical place to start was local.
This gave me a great response for when I asked by others why we weren’t following the presidential election. “Oh, we’re starting with local government.”
Anyway, I contacted my local City Hall in Redwood City. They were absolutely great and penned us in for a tour. We arrived bang on time, and were met by the Deputy City Manager.
He took us into the council room, and since there were only two kids, the girls got to sit in the Mayor’s chair!
Now THAT was exciting! The girls learned a lot about our city and it’s charter. They even got to see minutes that were taken over one hundred years ago.
This brought home the idea that we should have nice handwriting; you never know who is going to come along in a century or so and read what you have left behind.
In all, I think it was a very worthwhile field trip and am very thankful to Alex and the rest of the people in City Hall for their time and willingness to share their knowledge.
I’d been thinking about it for a while. We had already visited the fire station, which was a great experience for the girls, but how about the police station? My concern was that the kids would see something that would either scare them, or would prompt questions with answers that are decidedly age inappropriate. Finally, I asked our neighbor who happens to be an Officer what he thought of the idea. His response was highly enthusiastic. We set up a day and time.
The girls and I showed up Tuesday morning with a batch of chocolate chip cookies. Unfortunately, it turned out that our neighbor had to make an appearance in court. On the plus side, there was another Officer who was happy to step in.
Officer Rassmussen met us minutes later and escorted us throughout the facility. The girls met the 911 dispatchers, saw the shooting range, crawled through the vehicles, and learned a great deal about what goes on in the station. He literally left nothing out, stopping along the tour to pick up his mail. On our way out, he gave them each a bag of swag, and told them to remember when they go to bed that the Police are out in the streets making sure things are safe for them.
We don’t have a television, so my kids haven’t seen the news of late. They did, however, hear about an “incident” on the radio as I was flipping stations. That one piece of a story was enough to shake their complete trust of the entire police force and cause them to question the role Police fill. This field trip was a great way to combat them developing fear. It sparked a wonderful conversation; my kids now realize that while there are a few cops who are not so nice, most of them are there because they care about their community. A big Thank You to the entire Redwood City Police Department!
A beautiful thing happened today. We were invited to come to the Citizenship Ceremony of a family member. What a fantastic way to be supportive to a loved one and get some civics in today! This is what I love about homeschooling. Without a thought I packed up the kids and away we went on a field trip.
The location was the Paramount Theatre in Oakland. My photos of the venue itself did not turn out, but trust me, it is a treasure. The ornate, art deco styled, historical building stood proudly whilst we waited for the ceremony to begin.
We busied ourselves by getting familiar with the ceremony agenda..
It began promptly, and we soon were singing along to patriotic melodies with TOSCA. Some of these songs I don’t think I’ve heard since I was a child. My heart was uplifted, and excitement was in the air.
Then my kids were introduced to the concept of Social Security, and registering to vote. Even the concept that you have to go get a passport was a new idea for them. They have had one since birth, so they don’t recall that process.
There was a lovely address by President Obama (on recording, of course, but still very cool), another one by Madeleine Albright, and even the Secretary of State for California turned up to speak. All of them did a beautiful job recognizing the hard work and persistence our new citizens had displayed to get to this moment. I don’t know if there was a dry eye in the place.
We stood for the Pledge of Allegiance together; a moment that moved me to my core. There were over 1000 new citizens, and the spectator section was packed. In that moment, regardless of our ancestry we were American; standing tall and together.
With all that went on, the kids came away with a sense that being a citizen of the USA is a privilege. They were lucky enough to be simply born in this country, while others wait literally years on the path to citizenship. The golden ticket these people have worked so hard for, my children and I were handed without question at birth. It was a sobering moment of realization for all of us. The kiddos had questions, and lots of them.
We went to this event to support our loved one, and hoped a little civics might rub off. Not in my wildest dreams did I imagine that we would come away so enriched. I’m proud to be an American.
One of the greatest things about kids is how flexible they are. I’m amazed at how mine adapted to life afloat so effortlessly, when I still feel discomfort from time to time.
Before moving onto the boat, we lived in a 2400 square foot home, and then a comparably sized flat in London. It was a comfortable amount of space for us. Then we decided to liveaboard.
Initially, it felt worse than cramped. I woke up a few times at night feeling horribly claustrophobic. Oh my, how times have changed. Being aboard for over four years now, my boat feels quite large. I’ll confess there are even times when I have thought we should really scale down; usually that is immediately followed by a tiff of some sort between the kids. My thoughts then flip flop, and I consider picking up a small island archipelago somewhere so we can all have our own land mass. (Mine of course would be staffed with attractive Cabana Boys bringing me fruity beverages and waiting on me hand and foot.)
As things settle down, I get to feeling we are just where we are supposed to be. We have 600-ish square feet to live in, and that includes two heads/bathrooms. Both kiddos have their own rooms/berths, which offer them the personal space they are craving more as they get older. We couldn’t ask for anything more. One of the great things about a small space is that it forces a lot of interactions. Since we are all in the same area, games happen with greater frequency, and I get so much joy out of hearing the kids singing and playing together. I ALWAYS know what they are up to.
The biggest thing people wonder about is how to scale down. I don’t know how to answer that except to say that you just do it. Bringing something onboard, you have to ask yourself if you have room for it, or if you can make room for it. We are all thus very conscious about bringing things home.
While sailing, we are constantly aware of each other and looking out for one another. That’s led to a special closeness.
Overall, I think this has been a great experience for our family so far, and am looking forward to what the future brings.