Made in Egypt: Mummies
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(purchased for $1.00 @ at a local thrift shop)
Washing the body with wine Rubbing it with oil & spices.
Washing the body with wine Rubbing it with oil & spices.
Today marked the first official day of our 2008-2009 homeschool year: Ryan’s first day of second grade and Connor’s first day of a modified PK/kindergarten curriculum. Our day went well. Ryan was ready to resume his Singapore Math lessons and after our field trip yesterday, was interested to read and learn more about butterflies during…
Connor and his new best buddy, Dawson, were talking in the car this evening: Where do you go to school? I’m homeschooled. What is your school like? I don’t know about inside a school building because I go to school in my house. — Silence — I get to stay at home all day and…
In an attempt to do something special with Connor while Ryan is in Williamsburg this week, I registered the two of us for a three-day art workshop led by Barry Stebbing, founder of How Great Thou Art! So, for the past three mornings: sketchbooks, markers, and colored pencils in hand, Connor and I headed off…
Ryan ran into the bedroom this morning to inform us the radio had just announced that “All Fairfax County Public Schools and Cornerstone Schoolhouse are closed due to the snow!” Patrick informed Ryan that since Cornerstone Schoolhouse is located in our basement and requires only a short walk downstairs, where there is indeed no snow,…
Our future engineer – or maybe, architect – hard at work In one day we managed to accomplish something that took thousands of Ancient Egyptians twenty years to do: we built a pyramid… actually two! Of course, our pyramids were not 200-foot tall structures built with 4,000 pound stone bricks, but six-inch high sugar cube…
After my little exchange with Connor this morning, he fell back to sleep for two hours. When he finally awoke, we ate breakfast, and then headed downstairs to start our schoolwork. Connor whined, complained, and cried his way through math, usually a favorite subject. “Are you feeling alright?,” I asked with concern. “No,” he…