Christmas Decorations

This was our first Christmas on our new property, Livin’ The 10, and there were some changes in store for us this year. First, our house is 1,000 sqft less than where we were last Christmas. Plus, our entryway isn’t a sprawling gallery with 20′ ceilings and a balcony overlooking the 10′ Christmas tree.

But nobody missed any of it. In fact, as nice as our old house was, we’re so much more content out here. More importantly, we’ve relaxed…and we enjoy the simple things in life again.

 

This was the first year that the kids did the decorating for Christmas. In addition to having all sorts of fun, we (the adults) didn’t have to do any (well, didn’t have to do much) work! I think I feel a family tradition coming on….

They had loads of fun stringing lights on the front porch, tossing garland here and there, and hanging ornaments in all sorts of interesting places. They’ve done a great job of turning the front yard into a South Texas Christmas Wonderland.

Why Homeschool?

One of the first questions home educating parents get asked is why did you choose homeschooling as opposed to government school. Every person who has broken from the norm has their why; for some, it was a traumatic event in the system that pushed them or their children from it, others, not trauma, but neglect drew them away. There are still others who never even chose to give the system a chance to mold and direct their children. We fall mostly into this category.

It was the act of becoming a teacher that cemented my resolve, and ultimately our family’s decision to not expose our children to the ugliness and culture of ignorance displayed by the up and coming teachers. We all know the phrase, “It takes a village…” I’ve seen the village, lived in the metaphorical village, and quite frankly, I don’t want it anywhere near my children, let alone raising them.  This doesn’t mean, as some believe, that we are raising or educating our children in isolation, on the contrary, we are building a new village! Instead of an individual who’s eyes glaze over when given a math lesson to present (almost every “teacher” I’ve encountered), my kids get math they can see and touch, that has value to them in a concrete sense. Instead of an adult who has to consult a teachers manual before answering a question, we find experts and engage them in conversation, usually learning not only the answers to our questions, but discovering cool tidbits that we wouldn’t have even thought to ask. Instead of being taught grammar and sentence structure by someone who speaks and writes in “text speak,” well, you get the picture…

I don’t know everything. My children know this about me, it takes humility to give your child, who thinks that you do, access to that information. But they get to see me learning, they have my life long learning process as their example. They, in turn, learn every day. There is no summer or Christmas break, there is no weekend; learning happens every day, for all your life.

So can you do this?

Repurposing a Laundry Bin

We found these old laundry bins through SlapSale.com, an online auction house that deals in distressed merchandise liquidations. SlapSale handles a lot of hospitals and universities in Texas, and in some other areas as well.

These laundry bins came from a hospital in or around San Marcos, and we’re using them as a raised-bed solution for our side yard project. The bottoms are wooden pallets, so drainage won’t be an issue. Several came with laundry bags, which will make a good permeable barrier. Now to find some rocks and twigs for the bottom, and some fill dirt… I foresee more loader and grapple fun in the near future.

Chicken on a Stick

These are our 3rd batch of chickens, if memory serves. Michael and Sue Laprise gave us our first batch. My Dad (who has delighted our kids by taking them to the feed store and buying birds, rabbits and other critters) furnished the second batch…and this third batch.

It’s interesting to me how the different age groups hang out together. They all get along, and they’re fine together when they’re all in the coop at night. But during the day, when they’re foraging, they wind up splitting into groups that seem to be formed around relative age.

That Thar’s a Swale Pond

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We’ve been having fun with the tractor. Here’s one example of that – beginning in on the pond. Right now, it’s only a few inches deep, as we’re digging the outline. When we had a deluge the other day, those “few inches” filled up rather quickly and became an effective swale, catching the water rather than letting it run off the property. Didn’t really think about that until it happened…and now I’m itching to trench in some more swales “upstream” on the property.

Reflections

Chronologically, these are way out-of-order. We took these months before we started this blog. But they’re part of our story, so here they are.

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When we first moved onto the property, there was a tree limb on the fence with our back neighbor…and their cows regularly came to visit our back pasture for breakfast. I’ll never forget sitting down at the breakfast table, looking out the window, and seeing a huge cow staring back at me from the other side of the glass.

Once the kids realized “we got cows,” Iain wanted to “pet” one. So, while this calf was enjoying a respite in the grass, Iain slowly walked up to him. He got pretty close before the calf got up and ran to mama.

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As soon as we announced that we won the bid on the property, Mike and Sue Laprise bought us six baby chicks…and here they are on our first days on the property. Unfortunately, only two of the original six remain. But the good news is that we learned a lot about raising chickens from these gals, and the two that survived it all are now the “mother hens” of our ever-growing flock.

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This is Max, the day Dad brought him to us. Cute little stinker.

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This is Max and Opal a few days after Max arrived. Back then, Opal – even as small as he was – was the dominant personality in their friendship, mostly because Max was so pudgy that he could barely walk straight, let alone climb the stairs.

 

We Got Stairs!

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Another day project on the outdoor kitchen. Finally got tired enough of hearing my bones creek every time I lurched up onto (or down from) the deck. First time I’ve ever built stairs, and I’m sure if you peered in from the other side, you’d be aghast at what you saw. But, hey, they hold my 300+ pounds without any shimmying or shaking, and that’s good enough for me.