Tag: Issac

Interview with Issac

Interviews continued.  If you missed the first one: Jennifer over at Path Less Taken has been interviewing her kids.  I did that  several years ago with all three (here) so I decided to do it again and see how things had changed.   I started with Rachel which is here, Essie here, and now Issac (who was the hardest to pin down– he doesn’t like to be put on the spot. His initial answer is always I don’t know, then when he thinks a bit he answers.)

Issac does Kung Fu with marker sticks.

1. What is something Mom always says to do?

Nice to meet you, Hungry. (In response to his constant “Moo-oomm, I’m hungry”)

 

2. What makes Mom happy?

If I make her tea or clean up the living room.

 

3. What makes Mom sad?

I’m not sure.

 

4. How does your mom make you laugh?

Jokes or tickling.

 

5. What was your mom like as a child?

I don’t know, I forget.

 

6. How old is your mom?

37

 

7. How tall is your mom?

2 ft taller than I am. (a foot off– I am 1 ft taller.)

 

8. What is her favorite thing to do?

Painting

 

9. What does your mom do when you’re not around?

I don’t know because I am usually asleep.

 

10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?

I have no idea.

 

11. What is your mom really good at?

Painting.

 

12. What is your mom not very good at?

Tripletown

 

13. What does your mom do for a job?

Paint

 

14.What is your mom’s favorite food?

lettuce

(Apparently I like salad a lot.:))

 

15.What makes you proud of your mom?

When you finish a painting.

 

16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?

I don’t know.

 

17. What do you and your mom do together?

Board games

 

18. How are you and your mom the same?

We both make weird faces sometimes.

(Weird=silly)

 

19. How are you and your mom different?

Your hair is longer.

 

20. How do you know your mom loves you?

You listen to what I am talking about.

 

21. Where is your mom’s favorite place to go?

Um, to the computer.

(First kid who got this close to right– essentially unless I am taking a road trip my favorite place to go is “home”.:))

Issac on Ice Skating

Ice skating


Being nervous and doing it anyway is the hardest part of the battle.

Ice skating


Once you decide to do it, do it with all your heart.
Ice skating
Enjoy the company, take turns doing new things, and of course racing.
Ice skating
Be willing to race, to jump, to turn, and inevitably, to fall.
Ice skating
And when you fall, take some time before you get up to explore the ice– the look, the feel, the texture, and imagine what is down below, remembering what it was like in summer.
Ice skating
And when you get tired, take a break, but don’t take your skates off because you are bound to want to skate some more.

Unschooling snapshots: Issac borrows the camera

While waiting for food during our weekly trip to my gandmothers (she likes taking us to what is known locally as “The Deli” where Issac always orders French toast, Rachel gets a burger, and Essie always orders a hoagie and fries, where the waitresses all know us and seem to enjoy the kids, and where grandma never can decide what she is hungry for) Issac was bored.  I handed him my camera and here are the results (they just NEEDED  to be black and white.)

Unschooling Photo journal 14

My boy is growing so fast.

He is no longer a baby, no longer a toddler, no longer does he have baby fat.

He is long and thin (his rib cage shows but I promise you, he eats, lots.  My brother was the same way.)

He is thoughtful, diligent, easily embarrassed, intent on what he wants to learn, avoids things he is uncomfortable with.

Recently he has started recognizing words without having to sound them out.  It is shocking to hear him read a word that he sees then to look and realize he is right.

He is learning to read, because he wants to and because it is natural and right that he should.  He does the same thing with math, science, whatever.  What he is not interested in makes not even a dent, but what he loves gets soaked in as if he were a damp sponge, absorbing more than you could imagine it would hold.

Bike

Today the girls decided that Issac was old enough to be riding without training wheels.  They took his trainers off his bike, grabbed their own bikes, helmets, and first aid kit, and wheedled him into joining them for some bike riding lessons.  By the time they were done he was able to travel several feet on his own and I realized that he needed a bigger bike.  (also, posted a new painting at Elasah.com–One Sad Bunny.)