Sack learns his ABC's

My philosophy has always been "early to bed, early to rise." But these Olympic games are really cramping our style! How can we go to sleep when Shaun White is snowboarding like a maniac? We haven't been in bed before midnight this entire week- kids included. Poor Aaron has to get up early for work, but the rest of us are sleeping in and ready to do it all over again the next day. This morning I didn't wake up until 11 am. We had breakfast at noon. We went on a bike ride at one. And we started school at 2:30 pm. I love the flexibility that homeschooling gives our family. But I also feel irresponsible for being so out of whack with our routine.... the Olympics only come around every two years, right?


Zack has officially joined our homeschooling routine and I am so impressed with his sudden interest in reading! I always thought he was the silly one without a brain (kidding, sort of.) He has picked up quickly and is writing his own books... always titled: "Zacks Book By: Zack". He is doing an awesome job sounding out words. He knows how to spell everyone's name in the family and constantly writes messages to us. The other day he handed me a note that said: "Mom, Simon neds hs bky." I gave a binky to him and asked him if he would put it in Simon's mouth. Zack said he couldn't because he's the one who delivered the message. Apparently, if you write messages, you don't have to do anything else... hmm. Valentine's Day was extra fun for him. When you know how to spell LOVE and everyone's name in the family, the amount of love notes you can make is unlimited. I ended up throwing a lot of them away (because you can only keep so much junk around..) Zack found one of his homemade Valentine's in the garbage, taped it to another piece of paper and tried to write out DID YOU LOSE THIS? When he gave it to me, he said, "I didn't know how to spell THIS, so I just drew an arrow to it." I thought it was so cute. I scanned it in & was very careful where I threw it away the second time...


He struggles with S and Z.. he constantly gets them mixed up. When he writes his name with an S, we call him SACK. It's become a family joke because Zack's old nursery teacher used to call him Sack. Her native language is not English and it's hard for her to say the Z sound. Every day after church he would tell us, "I keep telling her my name is ZZZack, but she still calls me SACK!" I tried to explain that she has a hard time saying her Z's. He nodded his head and matter-of-factly said, "I know. Because she doesn't have white skin." Albino children can be so prejudice sometimes. We sure love our Sacky!