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.
Ryan has always loved books. He treasures books, carries books around in his backpack at all times, and has even been known to take a stack of books to bed with him. Since infancy, he has loved to sit and listen to a story, and at age six, this has not changed. He loves to…
We’ve had an unusually rough day here on the homeschool front: crying, temper tantrums, and slamming doors seemed to be the norm rather than the exception. It was a frustrating day; one of those days that makes me question our decision to take on the task of educating our boys at home. After all, it…
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…
Of their own accord, Ryan and Connor decided to sit and watch the birds at our backyard feeder this afternoon. Connor first, and then Ryan, pulled up a chair, and the two of them sat for longer than I ever believed possible, first simply watching the birds and then identifying and recording the birds they…
We woke this morning to a light dusting of snow on the ground and rain pattering on the roof. The radio reported a mixture of snow, ice, and rain for the remainder of the day and a host of school closings. Upon hearing this, Connor, our 7-year-old, looks at me and sleepily asks, “Are you…