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Bannocks for the Feast of St. Andrew

November 30, 2007 @ 12:14 am | Filed under: Little House

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I was reading a lovely post about St. Andrew by Elena at My Domestic Church and, to my surprise, stumbled upon my own name. Elena mentions that St. Andrew is the patron saint of Scotland, and adds:

Our family has been reading Melissa Wiley’s Martha
Books for almost nine months now and these stories are set in Scotland.
Young Martha, the laird’s daughter, is always helping in the kitchen
with baking bannocks, or eating bannocks, so the kids and I have
decided to actually make bannocks tomorrow in celebration of the feast
day. I’ll post pictures and let you know if they turn out okay!

I look forward to seeing those pictures!

I posted a recipe for bannocks here a long while back.

And here’s a Martha/Scotland-related resource & activities page.

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November Carnival of Children’s Literature Serves Up Some Good Advice

November 28, 2007 @ 7:35 am | Filed under: Carnivals

Head over to MotherReader this morning for a terrific collection of posts from children’s book authors, editors, reviewers, and readers: the latest Carnival of Children’s Literature.

(And the joke’s on me: I got so wrapped up in forwarding the BlogCarnival code & stuff to this month’s gracious host that I forgot to submit a post of my own. Ha!)

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Gifts Sticky

November 28, 2007 @ 7:29 am | Filed under: Best Gifts for Homeschoolers

Best Gifts for Homeschoolers Master List.

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I’m Not Just Doing This Because She Linked to Me This Morning

November 28, 2007 @ 7:20 am | Filed under: Uncategorized

I was going to link to this post by Karen before I saw her next post. Her daughter’s remark (and approach to life) deserves to be shared!

Betsy, you’re a girl after my own heart.

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There Is No Hot-Air Balloon Like a Book…

November 27, 2007 @ 4:51 pm | Filed under: Books

…to take us lands away.

I keep meaning to finish entering our books into LibraryThing. I’m not sure why. It doesn’t help me keep them better organized. It’s just satisfying to see the list, I guess.

I started cataloging the books months ago, and then about three hundred books in, I rearranged all the bookcases and mixed up the catalogued books with the not-yet-entered ones. And now all my rearranging has begun to be undone, too, because I’m the only one who remembers where to properly reshelve things, and I seldom bother to do it.

Ah, well. I can still have the fun of LTing them, can’t I?

Jane and I had been working a shelf at a time. She likes to use the CueCat (that would be Laurie’s CueCat, STILL) and when she gets going, she can barrel through a bookcase in no time.

I have this crazy notion involving reading all the books we own before I acquire any more. I know, it’s nutty, isn’t it?

I was looking at the shelves today and realizing how many favorite read-alouds we have that Beanie has never heard, or has no memory of hearing because she was itty bitty when Jane and Rose enjoyed them. I got all giddy, thinking of the fun in store for us.

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For example: we (Bean and Rose and I) started William Pène du Bois’s The Twenty-One Balloons this morning. It grabbed them immediately. How could it not? A guy sets out to cross the Pacific by hot air balloon, and three weeks later is found floating in the Atlantic amid the debris of twenty deflated balloons?

And he won’t tell his story to anyone except his pals in the Explorers Club? No matter how persuasive or prestigious the people who urge him to spill ASAP, because the world is dying of suspense to hear his tale?

My girls were deeply impressed by Professor Sherman’s fidelity to his Explorers Club oath. Not even the Mayor of New York City can persuade him to break his promise. Nor can the President of the United States, who has his secretary invite the balloonist to the White House!

"Will he get in trouble, Mommy?" Beanie worried.

"The President can’t force him to break his promise, honey."

"Whew."

Beanie likes to know in advance how worried to be about a main character. She was greatly relieved to hear the President’s response to the good professor’s "I’m not talking" reply. The President respects the Professor’s position and offers the him use of the presidential train for speedy passage to San Francisco where the Explorers Club is waiting.

This is good stuff.

Of course then we had to Google the presidential train, and the kids wanted to see pictures of Air Force One’s interior.

Rose wants to start our own Explorers Club. "We can give speeches about our adventures! Like when we looked through the spyglass at the hills at Mission Trails!"

There’s an idea with promise…

I can’t wait for Chapter 2.

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Speaking of the Funny

November 26, 2007 @ 11:22 pm | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up

Beanie said to me tonight, "Did you know I saw a moose at the park today?"

Me: "A moose? Really."

Bean: "I think so. It was big like a moose, and it had a moose’s tail."

(Because, you know, a moose’s tail is its distinguishing characteristic.)

Bean, continuing: "But it was a long way away."

Me: "Like, say, in Maine?"

Beanie (laughs): "No, Mommy, at the park. Here."

Me: "Ah, yes. You said that. Here. In San Diego. A moose. How did I miss it?"

Bean: "You were at the swings. I saw it from the climby thing. It might have been a dog. But I’m pretty sure it was a moose."

Me: "Well."

Bean: "Or…it could have been a person."

Hmm. Could it be that we are not quite the astute observers of nature I had supposed we were? I mean, there I was all proud of myself for identifying a viceroy butterfly on a eucalyptus tree, and I completely missed seeing the large dog-man with the tail of a moose.

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A tiger? In Africa?

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The Very Best Thing about Having a Blog

November 26, 2007 @ 8:31 pm | Filed under: Blogging

Is getting to go back and re-read the funny stories you would never have remembered otherwise. Like this one:

So I’m on the phone with Alice, and I hear one of her daughters say something in the background.

Alice says to me, in all seriousness, "Can you hold on a second, Lissa? I just need to teach the girls to decoupage."

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November 26, 2007 @ 2:53 pm | Filed under: Uncategorized

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No, Dear, That Would be the Cucumber Sandwiches

November 23, 2007 @ 7:26 pm | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up

Beanie, on the subject of Oscar Mayer weiners: "Are they named after Oscar Wilde?"

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Online Word Games

November 23, 2007 @ 7:52 am | Filed under: Fun Learning Stuff

I know I read a post somewhere recently that linked to a free online word game in which players make as many words as they can from a certain number of letters. I played the game once, but now I can’t find it. Anyone know what I’m thinking of?

It wasn’t Babble (a combination of Boggle and Scrabble), which we love.

It was a lot like Neopets Word Poker (my favorite Neopets game), but without the pirates.

I can’t remember what it was called, nor where I saw the link. Hmm. This is…puzzling. (Ba dum bum.)

UPDATE! Hypatia found it. It’s Eight Letters in Search of a Word, which I’m sure I, like Hypatia, first read about at The Common Room.

There are other fun game suggestions popping up in the comments. Thanks, and keep ‘em coming!

By the way, my kids and I are back on an iSketch kick. I go in first and create a private room, then send an invitation to the other computer. (We have two usernames.) Much shouting and hilarity ensues: this game, which is an online version of Pictionary, is a blast. In years past, we used to have great fun setting up iSketch dates with faraway friends. Might be time to resurrect that tradition!

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