I pulled Micheline out of public school over Christmas break to homeschool her. I didn’t feel that her classroom was meeting her needs on more than one front and am a strong supporter of homeschooling, so decided to bite the bullet and pull her out.
May I say that we are loving homeschooling? I homeschooled Ben before and it was incredibly tough so I was a bit uneasy this go round but I put much prayer into the decision and know that this what we are supposed to be doing.
In History, we just finished studying the Mayas, Incas and Aztecs. We checked out a few books from the library that showed many artifacts left over from their societies. Micheline was fascinated by the small statues, masks and hieroglyphics and asked me why many of the women didn’t wear shirts. I didn’t have an answer for her other than that was what their society deemed acceptable attire.
The next day the girls were happily playing outside in the back yard when I looked outside and they were not wearing their regular play clothes. Two of the girls had towels wrapped around them like loincloths and one at least had a towel wrapped all the way around her middle section so she was completely covered.
I ran outside and asked them what on earth they thought they were doing. They looked at me quite puzzled and said, “We are just pretending to be Aztecs.” I guess I should be happy they weren’t offering any human sacrifices as well.
I realized I have not posted about Micheline’s braidlocs in forever…well, I haven’t really posted anything in forever, but that’s beside the point. 😉
I wanted to add a recent photo of her so you can see how much they have grown and filled out compared to when they were first locked. I am loving how easy to care for they are but am sad that we are still working on length. Micheline has some sensory issues and last year decided that chewing and breaking off her locs would be a way to satisfy some oral issues. As a result, she had some that were about 7 inches long, some that were an inch or two, and then some along her neck that she totally broke off down at her scalp. So, I had no choice but to trim all of them so they wouldn’t look quite so unkempt.
To say I was a tad bit upset at the time is probably an understatement, but she is slowly regrowing them and we are working on getting length again so that hopefully sometime in the future we will have more styling options than we presently do. This photo was taken 6 months ago and although they have grown a bit since then, I have also trimmed them to even them up so they really aren’t much longer now than they are in this picture.
I had an African-American woman at the airport last year come up to me and say, “Who did her Sisterlocs?” When I told her they weren’t real Sisterlocs but were actually started with Braidlocs and that I was the one who did them, she said, “Do you mind if I take a closer look? I’m a hairdresser myself.” My heart was pounding, but she looked closely at them, felt them, and then nodded at me with a smile and said, “you do good work.” Let’s just say I floated out of there. Yes, dear lady, you made my day.
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For those of you who aren’t blessed to be around Micheline on a daily basis, you miss all of her gaffes when it comes to the English language. Just last week she shared with us, “I’m lovin’ it…that’s McDonald’s slongo.”
I don’t know about you, but I personally think slongo is a much more interesting word than slogan. Maybe she’s on to something. If Frindle can make it, why not slongo?
Well it isn’t Easter Sunday, but this blog is being resurrected after being in the blogworld grave for the past year. I refrained from blogging last year as it just seemed impossible. How do you write about your life when you aren’t allowed to write about your foster children or post any pictures of them? Not to mention the pain in your heart at having some removed from your home against all of your wishes! I didn’t want to blog a year of whining, so I chose to write nothing at all.
Thankfully that problem is being resolved. We adopted one of our sweethearts last month, and the other will be adopted by us this month, leaving me free to post and write just about anything I dang please without the state stepping in and shaking their finger at me. The one who is being adopted this month? Peanut! Yes, she indeed came back to us!
For Christmas a few years ago, my daughter scrapbooked my entire year of blogging for me. It is a gift that I treasure. Just last week, she gave me a few last pages from that year that she had not finished, and as I read over them, they inspired me to start writing again. So, I guess I’m back. As my kids are my favorite topic, they just might want to run for cover while they still can. 🙂