You could call it, Unplanned Parenthood (thank you Molly for the brilliant terminology) or maybe we should refer to it as slow learning? Hmmm… If I call my kids “slow learners” I’m pretty sure that the reference to this movement might not be what leaps to mind.
What I mean, of course, is that in the way the Slow Foodies are railing against a fast food culture, we are attempting a departure from a force-fed education. I’d rather one that is thirsted after.
To that end, we didn’t go with my plans today either. Maybe tomorrow.
Over breakfast we got caught up in reading Netter’s Atlas of the Human Body. The boys were fascinated by the drawings of the skeletal system. They asked about the “blue” parts at the joints, so we had a discussion of cartilage. For a visual, I nested two tea cups together and made a fantastic grinding noise, pivoting one inside the other. We then put a tea towel in between and understood, right away, the value of cartilage.
We had a brilliant time on You Tube, playing this a million and one times (and acting it out, of course):
Then there was Schoolhouse Rock’s Not So Dry Bones.
At this point, it was abundantly clear that my list would get shelved once again, so that we could head downtown to the Austin Nature Science Center, where the array of bones (not to mention skins, antlers, insects, fossils, rocks, shells and more), is astonishing.
In a perfect world, our school room would be this cool:
Even cooler is the fact that they have an exchange program, whereby you find objects in nature (there are some guidelines regarding acceptible collecting), or you can photograph, draw or journal them. You have to learn something about the object, and present it (or your other documentation) to someone at the Nature Center. You then receive points, which you can use in trade for things like geodes, shells, snake skins, and even various bones.
The boys have their eyes on a few skulls and an Armadillo shell. So, they are now half crazed, on FIRE, to journal and draw nature.
Yep, I’ll take that over accomplishing the laundry. Something tells me that we’re just going to get dirty again anyhow.
All of this is to say, if you ever pop in for a visit, you might feel a bit like you’ve called on the Adam’s Family.
You will have to push clean clothes off the couch in order to have a seat, and the good Lord only knows what might be hiding under there… bones, insects, seed pods. Sounds pleasant, right?
Oddly, it is.
And speaking of spooky and yet pleasant, I’ve been neglecting to mention that I was treated to a fantastic package from Anne of Green Jello. You can read all about our super-sized Halloween extravaganza here. Thanks to Anne’s generosity, we have discovered a new love – old monster movies. They are just spooky enough, without being gorey or too long. Good to the bone 🙂