Mobile Emus

We went mobile again today. We went to a homeschooling group at Landa Park, one of the GORGEOUS parks in our area. I met Amy, of the obnoxiously-glorious-red-and-perfectly-curly hair. She's nice, except for the unforgivable sin of having better hair than I have.


Ian LOVED it. Kept asking me "I can stay with you?" as though in disbelief of his good fortune that he gets to stay with me, go to the library, come to park days, and generally be at home instead of going back to daycare. Bear in mind that he LOVED the daycare he was attending. LOVED it. Was the spoiled crown prince who got extra treats and special treatment there. And yet, he feels he has won the little kid lottery by getting to be with me instead. That makes me feel good.


Cory disappeared instantly to the creek to torture small water creatures. He brought back a net with a crawfish in it and then was indignant that I insisted he return the crawfish to the water before we leave instead of leaving it next to the playground to slowly die. Honestly, Mom. No one else's parents insist they behave less like a future serial killer. I swear. My life... it's like unbearable. Except that he too, can't believe his good fortune at being homeschooled now. And it isn't that he works less. He is achieving more already than he was in school simply because he's one of three and gets more ground covered and more personally than ever happened to him in his whole school career combined - and we've always lived in good school districts.

We went with "the cousins" because we spent today with them. Jim is helping acclimate me to this exciting new world and he's introducing me to other homeschoolers. This park day was part of that process.

And I knew I was in the right place when a little boy who I assume belonged to someone in the group was having a conversation with one of the little girls who I knew belonged to someone in the group. I don't know what they were discussing, because I wasn't paying attention until I heard him declare loudly "I poop out of my butthole!"

And although I don't know which one was his mother, I identified with her immediately and felt right at home.

-k