Yesterday I walked to the bus stop to pick up the younger boys. This isn't something I normally do - the bus stop is at the end of the block, and James and Jacob are more than old enough to walk that far on their own. But the big snowstorm was growing thicker, and a couple of cars were having trouble holding onto the road, so I wanted to make sure they stayed away from the road.
It was worse than I thought. Living this close to Lake Michigan, we have almost constant wind, and gusts up to 55 miles an hour were whipping the flakes directly down my throat. Breathing was almost impossible. By the time I got to the end of the block, I was shivering hard and couldn't feel my cheeks.
Fortunately, the wind was at our backs on the walk back home. The kids were excited by their "first real blizzard!" I got them inside and gave them mugs of rich hot cocoa with whipped cream to warm up, then set them to doing their homework.
About 45 minutes after he got home, James came to me complaining of a headache. Lately, he's been making excuses for why he doesn't want to do his homework, so I didn't quite believe him - then I saw something red on his temple.
"Hey, James, what happened to your head?"
"Oh. Zach tripped me at school, and I fell and hit my head."
I took a closer look at the mark - it was a small abrasion directly on his left temple, surrounded by an inch of slightly swollen tissue that was going to discolor in a few more hours. I began to suspect he had a mild concussion.
(which reminds me - why is it that the kids always seem to get injured when the resident paramedic ISN'T home? Is it some sort of twisted version of Murphy's Law?)
I called Grandma Debbie, who works as a nurse, and she walked me through a few steps to see if he had a minor or major concussion. I was freaked out by his eyes for a few minutes, because his pupils were dilating and contracting in a quick pattern, but we quickly realized that was because he was standing in the living room by the windows. The storm was blowing snow around, and thus the light quality was shifting constantly - and so were his eyes, in response. Once I took him over to an artificial light, the shifting stopped.
So James had a concussion - a mild concussion, to be sure, but still...poor kid. I started to get angry that the school hadn't called me about him taking a fall, but he explained that it happened as he was getting in line for the bus ride home, and that he hadn't told a teacher.
I also asked about this Zach kid, the one who tripped him. Turned out it was Zach who was tripped by a bully, and when he fell, he tripped James on accident. Just one of those random things that happen, but I am still going to talk to the school administrators about this.
Night fell, and the storm and wind picked up in intensity. The younger boys had lost their excitement over the blizzard - now it was just plain scary. Didn't help that the wind howling around the house sounded like it came straight out of a horror film. It had also found a crack in the attic, and occasionally something blowing around up there (probably an empty box) made hollow thumping noises. It sounded like a ghost walking around in the attic, and the younger two were totally freaked out.
Bedtime came, and I made the decision to switch beds for the night. James usually sleeps on the top bunk, but with his head aching and spinning, I didn't want him climbing up there. So Jacob took the top bunk for the night, and James curled up on the lower bunk.
Around 11pm, James came staggering out of his room, announced "I'm going to throw up", and then made it to the toilet just in time to vomit. This seriously concerned me, as I know that vomiting can be a sign of his brain swelling. I called the ER and spoke to a nice male nurse, who walked me through the symptoms. We discovered that James was still fine - he wasn't walking around like a drunk, he wasn't incoherent, and he had just thrown up - not projectile vomited. I was told if he showed any of those symptoms, to call an ambulance pronto - but if not, he would be fine.
I gave James some Ibuprofen and rubbed his back until he fell back asleep. Then I sent a text to Sean informing him of what happened. He called a few minutes later to check up on the situation.
He also reassured me that James sounded fine - just had a killer migraine from the concussion. He also informed me that his ambulance had broken down, and they were waiting for a tow truck to pick them up.
Fast-forward to this morning. James woke up bright and chipper, headache gone - and declaring that Ibuprofen was some kind of wonder drug, which made me laugh. We all trooped to the big windows in the living room to look at the results of the storm, and I opened the blinds to a chorus of "Oooo".
The snow was so high, it had covered the lower six inches of the windows. This seriously impressed the boys. The wind had sculpted the snow into peaks and gullies, and the effect was beautiful - stark and cold, but beautiful.
Then Jon groaned. "That's a lot of snow to shovel, isn't it?"
"Yup."
He had such a woe-is-me look on his face that I laughed. "No worries, Jon - we'll trade off on shoveling. You don't have to do it all by yourself." He brightened up at that.
While the kids ate breakfast, I called Sean to see if he was on his way home. I reached him, only to discover that he and his partner were still waiting for the tow truck! They are completely snowed in and stranded until the tow truck arrives, and he's not sure when he will be getting home. I'm a little bit worried about him, because they are not the only ones stranded in this storm and it might be several more hours before a tow truck gets to them. But my husband is young and strong, and they still have heat in the rig, so I know he'll be all right.
I'll post more updates as I can.
Update: 11:15am. Went outside to shovel snow. Was out there for over an hour and had barely made a dent in the snow. Shovel broke under the pressure of the wet snow. I stood there feeling like an idiot, wondering how I was going to get all this snow moved so that Sean could park the car. Just then a couple neighbors driving by stopped and offered to help. One of them even took the broken shovel out of my hand and told me to rest!
The neighbors across the street pitched in, despite the fact that they had been shoveling their own drive for three hours. We ended up having three grown men, one woman, and two kids shoveling out our driveway. I felt useless, so I ran inside and made them all hot cocoa. Now the majority of our drive is shoveled clear, and there is a pathway cleared for safe passage to the front door.
As of this time, Sean is still waiting in the ambulance for the tow truck.
Update: 12:15 Sean is finally freed from the ambulance and is now on his way home.
02 February 2011
01 February 2011
Updates
First of all, my apologies for not having updated this site before now. I've been down with a particularly nasty flu and just wasn't up to typing much of anything.
Last Thursday was the day we went to see Cirque du Soleil. It was wonderfully magical! Alternating between breathe-taking acrobatic stunts and clowns whose antics were so funny, James literally fell out of his seat laughing. If you ever get a chance to see Cirque du Soleil, don't think twice - GO! It's totally worth it.
We decided to let the boys buy a souvenir with their Christmas money. I had been leaning towards having them get a tee-shirt, so they could take it to school...and the boys loved that idea up to the point where we got up to the merchandise counter. They took one look at the dragon masks and started clamoring for them. And, admittedly, the masks ARE pretty cool, so I let them each buy one.
I meant to have pics up here the next day, of the boys wearing their masks, but unfortunately I fell ill and haven't been up to anything until today. I plan to take pics tonight and will post them as soon as possible.
For those not in the area, we are under a severe weather warning and are expecting to have between 18-24 inches of snow dumped on us by tomorrow morning. Sometimes during severe weather, we lose our internet connection (stupid wireless internet), so there is a very real chance we won't have internet until the storm clears - if you don't hear from me in the next day or two, no worries.
Last Thursday was the day we went to see Cirque du Soleil. It was wonderfully magical! Alternating between breathe-taking acrobatic stunts and clowns whose antics were so funny, James literally fell out of his seat laughing. If you ever get a chance to see Cirque du Soleil, don't think twice - GO! It's totally worth it.
We decided to let the boys buy a souvenir with their Christmas money. I had been leaning towards having them get a tee-shirt, so they could take it to school...and the boys loved that idea up to the point where we got up to the merchandise counter. They took one look at the dragon masks and started clamoring for them. And, admittedly, the masks ARE pretty cool, so I let them each buy one.
I meant to have pics up here the next day, of the boys wearing their masks, but unfortunately I fell ill and haven't been up to anything until today. I plan to take pics tonight and will post them as soon as possible.
For those not in the area, we are under a severe weather warning and are expecting to have between 18-24 inches of snow dumped on us by tomorrow morning. Sometimes during severe weather, we lose our internet connection (stupid wireless internet), so there is a very real chance we won't have internet until the storm clears - if you don't hear from me in the next day or two, no worries.
26 January 2011
Adoption
I'm pleased to report that Eggnog has been adopted by a young couple from Chicago. His new family came out to meet him on Monday, and they all seemed to get along well. Eggnog was so very excited to meet new people. It was bittersweet for us, because we had grown to love him very much - but we are all very happy to see him go to a new home.
His owners have renamed him "Riggs" after a character from a movie they both love. He was given his new tags and collar on the spot, and seemed to like the jingle sound the tags made. He pranced out the door with his new owners, head held high - and didn't look back. He looked ahead to his new life.
The house has felt kind of empty with him gone. In the last two months, we've had Hamtaro (our hamster) pass away, Sapphire (another foster animal) got adopted, Alf (another foster cat) was sent to stay at the vet for a while because of reoccurring illness. All we have left are our two cats, Ayla and Gryphon, and Lewis, a foster kitten.
Ayla just seems happy that the dog is gone. She spent all yesterday purring and letting me know how very happy she was. Gryphon, on the other hand, seemed stressed and kept coming to me for reassurance - but other than that, he seems fine.
Poor Lewis. He and Eggnog were close friends, and he feels his loss very keenly. The first night Eggnog was gone, Lewis ran into his doggie crate and kneaded the bedding, crying out every few minutes. He really missed his friend! I tried to distract him with other activities, and for a while it worked:
Today Lewis seems more accepting of the quietness in the house. He's more relaxed, and spent some time tussling with Gryphon this morning. But the house still seems too quiet. I actually debated sending an email to Adopt-a-Pet asking if any other dogs needed fostering, but decided against it.
I just hope it doesn't stay quiet for too long. I like an active household!
His owners have renamed him "Riggs" after a character from a movie they both love. He was given his new tags and collar on the spot, and seemed to like the jingle sound the tags made. He pranced out the door with his new owners, head held high - and didn't look back. He looked ahead to his new life.
The house has felt kind of empty with him gone. In the last two months, we've had Hamtaro (our hamster) pass away, Sapphire (another foster animal) got adopted, Alf (another foster cat) was sent to stay at the vet for a while because of reoccurring illness. All we have left are our two cats, Ayla and Gryphon, and Lewis, a foster kitten.
Ayla just seems happy that the dog is gone. She spent all yesterday purring and letting me know how very happy she was. Gryphon, on the other hand, seemed stressed and kept coming to me for reassurance - but other than that, he seems fine.
Poor Lewis. He and Eggnog were close friends, and he feels his loss very keenly. The first night Eggnog was gone, Lewis ran into his doggie crate and kneaded the bedding, crying out every few minutes. He really missed his friend! I tried to distract him with other activities, and for a while it worked:
Today Lewis seems more accepting of the quietness in the house. He's more relaxed, and spent some time tussling with Gryphon this morning. But the house still seems too quiet. I actually debated sending an email to Adopt-a-Pet asking if any other dogs needed fostering, but decided against it.
I just hope it doesn't stay quiet for too long. I like an active household!
13 January 2011
Electives and big plans
When I was starting high school, I made the interesting decision to take both Spanish and German in the same semester. Feeling (foolishly) confident, I figured I could easily learn two languages at once.
My confidence lasted a week, ending at a painful episode where my German teacher asked me to count to ten in German, and I started out "Uno, dos, tres..." The laughter of my classmates still rings in my head all these years later....
...which is probably why I broke into laughter when I was handed Jon's picks for his high school electives, and saw that he had picked Spanish, German, AND French.
I'll admit I have to admire his determination to improve himself, but damn - three languages??? No way can he handle that. We've told him to pick one and save the others for later in high school (or maybe even college).
He's got an impressive list of choices for electives. I don't think I had that many to chose from, and my hometown was twice as large as the little township we are currently living in. He needs to choose four electives out of 52 choices! And some of the electives are just plain awesome. He can choose guitar lessons, for cripes sake. I don't remember guitar being one of my choices when I was in high school.
We've made it clear to Jon that we will be having a hand in his elective decisions. For example, he didn't even think of taking computer keyboarding, and without that skill, he's not going to do very well in high school (why the heck that is an elective rather than a requirement in this day and age, I have NO idea). So we told him that while the school does not require him to take this course, WE do - and we explained why. Fortunately, Jon agreed that knowing how to type quickly and accurately was a wise decision.
Now, what you should know is Jon has BIG plans for life during college. Rather than paying a dorm fee or renting an efficiency while in college, he wants to build his own Tiny Tumbleweed home. Here are a couple pictures from the internet of these tiny homes:
The concept behind the tiny homes is very simple. The home is built on a trailer, and the size of the home depends on the size of the trailer you start out with. Despite their size, these homes can include a small kitchen, bathroom with shower, living room and loft bedroom. Ever since he saw these homes for the first time, he's wanted one.
Having a tiny home built for you costs about $50,000...but building your own, using salvaged materials, can cost less than $10,000. Jon did the math and discovered that if he works full time during summers, and part time during the school year, all the time at minimum wage, then he will have earned about $15,000 by the time he is ready for college - more than enough to build his own tiny home. He also figures that living in the tiny home during four years of college will save him more money than he spent building the home in the first place.
So since this is a dream of his, his first choice of electives were "Intro to Production Tech" (Wood Shop) and "Intro to Welding". And he just decided this morning that he wants to take Spanish as his foreign language option.
And last but not least, Jon discovered that he can get a head start by taking some of his required classes (and some of his electives) in the summer. He figures that he can't get a job until he's sixteen, so until then he's going to take extra courses in the summer. If he does well enough, he might be able to finish school a semester early, which would give him more time to work full time and save up money for college.
~GRINS~ He's got big plans, and he's looking at planning for his future rather than living in the now. I don't know if he'll see all his plans come to pass, but I'm proud of him for thinking ahead.
My confidence lasted a week, ending at a painful episode where my German teacher asked me to count to ten in German, and I started out "Uno, dos, tres..." The laughter of my classmates still rings in my head all these years later....
...which is probably why I broke into laughter when I was handed Jon's picks for his high school electives, and saw that he had picked Spanish, German, AND French.
I'll admit I have to admire his determination to improve himself, but damn - three languages??? No way can he handle that. We've told him to pick one and save the others for later in high school (or maybe even college).
He's got an impressive list of choices for electives. I don't think I had that many to chose from, and my hometown was twice as large as the little township we are currently living in. He needs to choose four electives out of 52 choices! And some of the electives are just plain awesome. He can choose guitar lessons, for cripes sake. I don't remember guitar being one of my choices when I was in high school.
We've made it clear to Jon that we will be having a hand in his elective decisions. For example, he didn't even think of taking computer keyboarding, and without that skill, he's not going to do very well in high school (why the heck that is an elective rather than a requirement in this day and age, I have NO idea). So we told him that while the school does not require him to take this course, WE do - and we explained why. Fortunately, Jon agreed that knowing how to type quickly and accurately was a wise decision.
Now, what you should know is Jon has BIG plans for life during college. Rather than paying a dorm fee or renting an efficiency while in college, he wants to build his own Tiny Tumbleweed home. Here are a couple pictures from the internet of these tiny homes:
The concept behind the tiny homes is very simple. The home is built on a trailer, and the size of the home depends on the size of the trailer you start out with. Despite their size, these homes can include a small kitchen, bathroom with shower, living room and loft bedroom. Ever since he saw these homes for the first time, he's wanted one.
Having a tiny home built for you costs about $50,000...but building your own, using salvaged materials, can cost less than $10,000. Jon did the math and discovered that if he works full time during summers, and part time during the school year, all the time at minimum wage, then he will have earned about $15,000 by the time he is ready for college - more than enough to build his own tiny home. He also figures that living in the tiny home during four years of college will save him more money than he spent building the home in the first place.
So since this is a dream of his, his first choice of electives were "Intro to Production Tech" (Wood Shop) and "Intro to Welding". And he just decided this morning that he wants to take Spanish as his foreign language option.
And last but not least, Jon discovered that he can get a head start by taking some of his required classes (and some of his electives) in the summer. He figures that he can't get a job until he's sixteen, so until then he's going to take extra courses in the summer. If he does well enough, he might be able to finish school a semester early, which would give him more time to work full time and save up money for college.
~GRINS~ He's got big plans, and he's looking at planning for his future rather than living in the now. I don't know if he'll see all his plans come to pass, but I'm proud of him for thinking ahead.
11 January 2011
Cirque du Soleil
Our local library had a drawing for free tickets to go see Cirque du Soleil perform. The entrants had to be 14 years of age or younger, so I signed up James and Jacob.
Yesterday I got the call - James had won the drawing and was the proud owner of two tickets to see Dralion!
The kids wanted to know what the show was going to be like, so I found a video on youtube.
After watching that, the two younger boys grew VERY excited - which presented a problem. James only won two tickets. If I am to take both boys, we would need an additional ticket. Fortunately, Jonathan doesn't want to go, and neither does Sean. But finances are tough right now, and I was fairly certain we couldn't afford an extra ticket.
But Sean told me to make some calls and find out how much a ticket would be - if there was even a seat available next to the ones we had won. So I called the library and explained the situation, and they happily gave me the seating info on the tickets - Section 110, Row 15, seats 15 & 16. They also confirmed that the tickets did not specify adult or child, so could be used either way.
A quick call to the show center found that Row 15 was completely booked. However, Row 14 had seats available - seat 16, right in front of the two seats we won! When I explained the situation, the ticket lady was sympathetic, and gave me a small discount, enabling us to buy that needed third ticket for $78.25.
Now, we honestly can't afford that, but Sean said to go for it anyway. We'll just have to be very very careful with our food budget this pay period - but I was able to work out a menu plan that should have us eating well the entire time for under $100.
Long story short - WE'RE GOING TO DRALION!!!!
Yesterday I got the call - James had won the drawing and was the proud owner of two tickets to see Dralion!
The kids wanted to know what the show was going to be like, so I found a video on youtube.
After watching that, the two younger boys grew VERY excited - which presented a problem. James only won two tickets. If I am to take both boys, we would need an additional ticket. Fortunately, Jonathan doesn't want to go, and neither does Sean. But finances are tough right now, and I was fairly certain we couldn't afford an extra ticket.
But Sean told me to make some calls and find out how much a ticket would be - if there was even a seat available next to the ones we had won. So I called the library and explained the situation, and they happily gave me the seating info on the tickets - Section 110, Row 15, seats 15 & 16. They also confirmed that the tickets did not specify adult or child, so could be used either way.
A quick call to the show center found that Row 15 was completely booked. However, Row 14 had seats available - seat 16, right in front of the two seats we won! When I explained the situation, the ticket lady was sympathetic, and gave me a small discount, enabling us to buy that needed third ticket for $78.25.
Now, we honestly can't afford that, but Sean said to go for it anyway. We'll just have to be very very careful with our food budget this pay period - but I was able to work out a menu plan that should have us eating well the entire time for under $100.
Long story short - WE'RE GOING TO DRALION!!!!
06 January 2011
Letter to Teacher
Dear Ms. Tripp,
I know this is the oldest excuse in the book, so forgive me for having to use it. But this afternoon, the dog DID in fact eat Jacob's homework.
Jacob had spilled his drink on the kitchen table, and in the hustle to clean it up, homework got swept to the floor. I was alerted to the catastrophe by my son's shriek of "Bad dog! BAD BAD DOG!" I spun around to discover our puppy happily munching on a sheet of paper. The bits of mangled, slobber-covered paper I managed to recover had math work on it, and I could just make out the words "Even and Odd".
Could you please give him another copy of this worksheet? I will make sure the baby gate is up from now on, so the dog can't get into the kitchen while the boys are doing their homework.
Sincerely,
Patricia Betts
I know this is the oldest excuse in the book, so forgive me for having to use it. But this afternoon, the dog DID in fact eat Jacob's homework.
Jacob had spilled his drink on the kitchen table, and in the hustle to clean it up, homework got swept to the floor. I was alerted to the catastrophe by my son's shriek of "Bad dog! BAD BAD DOG!" I spun around to discover our puppy happily munching on a sheet of paper. The bits of mangled, slobber-covered paper I managed to recover had math work on it, and I could just make out the words "Even and Odd".
Could you please give him another copy of this worksheet? I will make sure the baby gate is up from now on, so the dog can't get into the kitchen while the boys are doing their homework.
Sincerely,
Patricia Betts
03 January 2011
Improptu Geography lesson
It's the last day of Christmas break, and the kids were happily watching TV while I did some internet research. I placed a couple orders for free seed catalogs, and decided to look up what hardiness zone we are in. For those who aren't familiar with gardening, each plant grows best in its own climate, and hardiness zones are a great way to know what will grow best in your area.
Each seed packet comes with info telling you what zone (or zones) it will grow best in. (I pulled the above image from google - and you can see that it has the hardiness zones listed for Australia).
Anyway, I was looking at the above map to double-check my hardiness zone (click the map above to see it larger). I lived in La Crosse for so long that I keep having this mental feeling that I am in zone 4, and I have to forcibly remind myself I am now in zone 5. ~sighs~
"What's that, Mom?" Jacob was staring at the colorful map in fascination. "It looks kinda like the map hanging behind Ms. Tripp's desk." I grinned and started to explain that Ms. Tripp's map was probably colored by state, while this one was colored by temperature. The warmer the overall temp, the brighter the color.
At this point, James came up and pointed at the state of Texas. "That's the largest state." he said confidently.
"Actually, James, Alaska is larger than Texas" I said. He looked quizzically at the map (which DID make Alaska look slightly smaller than Texas)...then grinned at me and laughed, thinking I was pulling his leg. So I pulled up a more realistic-sized map of North America, and he caught on. He also was indignant at the makers of the zoning map for "lying" about the state size (which was so cute).
Then the questions started coming fast and furious. "Which country is the biggest?" So I pulled up a map of the world, and they quickly figured out it was Russia. ("Wow...you could fit three United States inside of Russia!") With a little bit of prompting, they realized that Russia and Alaska are very close to each other, even though they are on the opposite sides of a traditional map. "It's because the world is round, right, Mom?" Yup!
"Which country is the smallest?" So I pulled up a map of Italy and showed them Vatican City. "Wow...that's really small!"
"Which country is the one that's been in the news lately?" That one caught me off-guard a bit, because a lot of countries have been in the news recently - so I asked for more details. "You know, the one with all the big bombs."
"Oh, I think you mean Iran."
"No, Mom - it was "North" something, like North Carolina but a country, not a state...and you said your Grandpa fought there? And their leader is sick all the time."
"Ahh, you mean North Korea."
"Yeah! Where is North Korea?"
I showed them where North Korea was, while puzzling over the "leader is sick" comment...then I realized the name of the leader of N.K. is Kim Jong Il (which sounds a lot like "ill"). I have to admit it made me chuckle a bit.
After the North Korea conversation, they kinda lost interest in the maps and turned back to the TV. The whole "lesson" couldn't have taken six or seven minutes, but they learned a lot.
This isn't the first time they have shown an interest in geography. I'm thinking I might have to get a couple of large, classroom-quality maps to hang up for them. Definitely a United States map, and I think a world map as well.
" A child educated only at school is an uneducated child"
- George Santayana
Each seed packet comes with info telling you what zone (or zones) it will grow best in. (I pulled the above image from google - and you can see that it has the hardiness zones listed for Australia).
Anyway, I was looking at the above map to double-check my hardiness zone (click the map above to see it larger). I lived in La Crosse for so long that I keep having this mental feeling that I am in zone 4, and I have to forcibly remind myself I am now in zone 5. ~sighs~
"What's that, Mom?" Jacob was staring at the colorful map in fascination. "It looks kinda like the map hanging behind Ms. Tripp's desk." I grinned and started to explain that Ms. Tripp's map was probably colored by state, while this one was colored by temperature. The warmer the overall temp, the brighter the color.
At this point, James came up and pointed at the state of Texas. "That's the largest state." he said confidently.
"Actually, James, Alaska is larger than Texas" I said. He looked quizzically at the map (which DID make Alaska look slightly smaller than Texas)...then grinned at me and laughed, thinking I was pulling his leg. So I pulled up a more realistic-sized map of North America, and he caught on. He also was indignant at the makers of the zoning map for "lying" about the state size (which was so cute).
Then the questions started coming fast and furious. "Which country is the biggest?" So I pulled up a map of the world, and they quickly figured out it was Russia. ("Wow...you could fit three United States inside of Russia!") With a little bit of prompting, they realized that Russia and Alaska are very close to each other, even though they are on the opposite sides of a traditional map. "It's because the world is round, right, Mom?" Yup!
"Which country is the smallest?" So I pulled up a map of Italy and showed them Vatican City. "Wow...that's really small!"
"Which country is the one that's been in the news lately?" That one caught me off-guard a bit, because a lot of countries have been in the news recently - so I asked for more details. "You know, the one with all the big bombs."
"Oh, I think you mean Iran."
"No, Mom - it was "North" something, like North Carolina but a country, not a state...and you said your Grandpa fought there? And their leader is sick all the time."
"Ahh, you mean North Korea."
"Yeah! Where is North Korea?"
I showed them where North Korea was, while puzzling over the "leader is sick" comment...then I realized the name of the leader of N.K. is Kim Jong Il (which sounds a lot like "ill"). I have to admit it made me chuckle a bit.
After the North Korea conversation, they kinda lost interest in the maps and turned back to the TV. The whole "lesson" couldn't have taken six or seven minutes, but they learned a lot.
This isn't the first time they have shown an interest in geography. I'm thinking I might have to get a couple of large, classroom-quality maps to hang up for them. Definitely a United States map, and I think a world map as well.
" A child educated only at school is an uneducated child"
- George Santayana
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