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Back to School

Today was our first day back to school. I have been "talking it up" to the boys for a few weeks now. We have had such a fun summer, that I wanted to make sure that they knew our summer fun would not last, and that they were as excited as possible about starting to learn new things. It must have worked, because both were eager to get started this morning. I wish I could say that I was as eager as the boys were. I was happy to start again, but I was very nervous too!! This surprised me because I thought that the homeschooling jitters would go away after I completed my first year. I guess the nervousness is a good thing. My children's education is a weighty thing to take on.

So, I woke up earlier than I had been so that I could make it to the gym and be completely ready before J and K woke up. I was almost done eating breakfast, when the first boy, K, descended from the upstairs. I tried to make it special for them this morning. I decorated the window in the kitchen and each boy got a small crate with new school supplies and a puzzle. I made their favorite for breakfast, chocolate chip pancakes.

We began school at 9:30 AM with prayer and Bible study. We then moved to the kitchen for handwriting, reading, math, science and history. I would like to say that the day went flawlessly. There was complaining. I was frequently asked, "When will we be done?" But, I am so thankful that we have started again. As difficult as it can be sometimes, I enjoy teaching my sons. I enjoy watching them grow in knowledge. And I like that our normal routine is starting again.

Here's to a wonderful new school year!

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  1. Congratulations on starting a new school year with a great start!

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  2. It sounds like your off to a great start!

    I really like your crates. That is a great idea. It really does make the day a little more special....so do chocolate chip pancakes:)

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