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Titanic

Last week we had a bit of a Titanic theme.

We started off on Sun­day with a visit to SeaC­ity in Southamp­ton.  The pho­tos aren’t great sorry but I was on no flash set­ting as I wasn’t sup­posed to take any, sneaked a few at the start but missed the one inter­est­ing bit which was the court room.

He’ll steer it away from that iceberg

eye spy…

Decid­ing who to save

mod­ern lifebelt

Titanic style lifebelt

The museum was rather rub­bish really, no soul and noth­ing that really fired mine or the kids inter­est.  We had a very nice day though as we met up with a lovely fam­ily we’d met through A Lit­tle Bit of Struc­ture.

For the rest of the week we worked though var­i­ous lit­tle bits to flesh it out.

fact work­sheet

We looked at replica packs and in par­tic­u­lar the posters and they drew their own with oil pastels. 

                             

We talked about why peo­ple would have been on the Titanic. Dis­cussed that many would have been emi­grat­ing and we looked at what they would take if they had to pack every­thing into one bag.

                           

We researched the dif­fer­ent types and prices of accom­mo­da­tion and made first class tickets.

 

We plot­ted the route using lon­gi­tude and latitude.

And used the time­line of events to prac­tice hand­writ­ing and telling the time.

We made and sank models

  

And hav­ing seen at the museum the diver­sity of nov­els avail­able that fea­ture the Titanic (Indian Jones and Dinosaurs stick out) they wrote Dr Who sto­ries on the Titanic.

                  

We also read

 

 

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Rivalry…

…no not sib­ling, boys are get­ting on well at the moment, it’s me who’s jealous!

Over the years I’ve got used to the kids beat­ing me at games and things.  I even lost a chess game to Sam recently.  There are lots of things they do bet­ter than me or know more about.  Gen­er­ally the only emo­tion I feel about that is pride, I’m pleased for them. And if I’m hon­est for myself too.  Yes, Jack’s spelling may be as good (if not bet­ter) than mine, but that must mean some­thing is going right with his education.

But there are one or two lit­tle dreams I had when I was younger.  One in par­tic­u­lar relates to a cer­tain TV pro­gramme of which from the age of 7/8 I rarely missed.  Over the years I must have raised £100’s for their var­i­ous appeals as I always took part.  Now Jack rarely watches it, has a spell of watch­ing for a few weeks and then for­gets and loses interest.

But look!

A sec­ond one!!!! Oh yes, there are a vari­ety now-a-days!

It is not fair!!!!!! E-mail, now if email had existed when I was a girl…

On the plus side they read his story (why he got the badge — first was for a poem) and sent him a badge rather than con­tact­ing social services.

(I am proud of him really!)

The find of a lifetime

My name is Jack and I am about to tell you a story. Not one of rub­bish made up baloney sto­ries with cats in hats and foxes in socks. Not of space bat­tles and demons. Nor of glam­orous high­way rob­bers and detec­tives deduct­ing clues.

 This is not one of those sto­ries with aliens or under­ground mon­sters. No my friends this is a true story of one night when I was 14.

 I was once walk­ing down the road late at night when this crazy idiot jumped out of the bush.

 He must of had one too many at the pub because he started chas­ing me with a jagged bit of a bro­ken bot­tle. I knew I had to get away from him quickly so I ran for the river with him in hot pursuit.

 When I got to the river I jumped in and swam away before he could fol­low. When I was sure he wasn’t fol­low­ing me I trod water for a minute.

That’s when I noticed the croc­o­dile. It was glid­ing slowly towards me with a men­ac­ing look. I swam des­per­ately to shore.

 When I climbed up I was in a spooky grave­yard. Sud­denly the drunk­ard who had chased me walked towards me.

 “Every­thing is going to plan” he said “I lured you to my robot croc and the croc brought you here. “What do you want with me”? I yelled.

 The man told me he must kill me to bring trea­sure out of the earth.

 I came up with a plan. I dodged behind the grave­stones and hid behind the robot.

 I opened a con­trol panel in the crocs head and set it to self destruct. I dived into the river as the croc blew up shat­ter­ing the man who wasn’t drunk and some of the ground. When I swam back to shore there was a trea­sure chest in the ground.

7 years later

I’m sit­ting in my man­sion now writ­ing this and I hope the story will be passed on for generations.

The end

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Gosport Gang Show 2012

Back in Octo­ber Jack audi­tioned for, and got into, the junior cast of the Gosport Gang Show.

For those who don’t know, Gang Shows are the­atre shows put on by Guides and Scouts (and Brown­ies and Cubs).  They are based on the old musi­cal hall con­cept with songs, danc­ing and drama sketches.  In Gosport, at least, they are not some quickly cob­bled together, school stage affair, they are prop­erly laid on the­atre shows run­ning for a week and per­form­ing to prob­a­bly well over 1000 peo­ple.  All organ­ised by a tremen­dous team of volunteers.

What has it meant for us?  Well it has meant that Jack has been out a lot (not alot!).  Rehearsal one evening a week at which he stayed late most weeks (since the friend giv­ing him a lift had a daugh­ter in the main cast too) and on a Sun­day day­time too from Feb­ru­ary.    It has meant that we are extremely grate­ful to my friend who scooped him up with her brood and drove him there and back every Thurs­day mak­ing it pos­si­ble for him to do it.  And it has meant we have become very thank­ful for the car (the car that we weren’t sure we wanted, never mind needed) being able to take him there on a Sun­day was good and as for show week when he was there until 10pm/11pm every night, well it was worth its weight in gold.  It has been a con­straint!  We have not been able to go over to South Wales for the last 6 months as Jack had com­mit­ted not to miss rehearsals, week­end trips have been cut short, we’ve had to be home by 3pm on a Thurs to make time to eat before rehearsals mean­ing we’ve missed home ed group activ­i­ties… The late night on a Thurs did effect moods (his and there­fore mine) on a Fri­day and not in a good way.  And as for show week (and the week before) well there was no point try­ing to achieve any­thing at all then for any­body (I think Pete and I were more tired than Jack).

Was it worth it? YES!

Jack has had the time of his life, he loved every minute of it.  Which makes every­thing else insignif­i­cant really.

Rehearsals gave him the oppor­tu­nity just to hang around with kids all his age or older.  He is older (if only by a month in some cases, but in oth­ers by a year or two or even three) than pretty much all his friends so he appre­ci­ated not being the old­est.  Because they were older they were less super­vised and given more respon­si­bil­ity and free­dom, which they seem to have used up play­ing Top Trumps. There was also a (cheap) tuck shop which was a draw :-)  He made new friends and reignited old friend­ships.  His best friend from pre-chool, whom we lost touch with over the years despite them liv­ing 2 mins walk away, was in it and the boys got on as well as ever and are now at the age where they can just go down the park and keep the friend­ship going them­selves with­out need for the dreaded ‘playdates’.

His con­fi­dence and inde­pen­dence have come on mas­sively.  If at this point last year he had been required to get up on stage in front of sev­eral hun­dred peo­ple dressed in a skirt, wig and bra top and do the can-can (no unfor­tu­nately I couldn’t take pho­tos :-( )then I’m not sure of the response, I had enough trou­ble get­ting him into cos­tumes for his drama plays (he didn’t want to ‘look a fool’).  He didn’t bat an eye­lid, indeed he was rather pleased with him­self and acknowl­edged that skirts are comfy but no he won’t adopt them as his style :-)

But this con­fi­dence is more than just about prac­ti­cal things he is not afraid to do.  I can see it com­ing through inter­nally, he is more con­fi­dent in him­self.  I see it when I watch him with groups of other chil­dren, he is less of a fol­lower and has more sense of his own value.  He is still qui­eter than most but a lot of that is down to man­ners, he is never going to shout his way to the front of a group he is too polite for that.

This inner con­fi­dence is also com­ing through at home.  He is less reliant on my good opin­ion and guid­ance and more keen to go his own way.  Which although in prac­ti­cal day to day terms is not nec­es­sar­ily good, lead­ing to a period of rene­go­ti­a­tion of bound­aries and rela­tion­ships aka shout­ing and door slam­ming, it is as it should be.  I am a con­trol freak, it is bet­ter I learn to back off a bit now and let us build a more equal rela­tion­ship (although with well estab­lished bound­aries) as we head towards teenage years.  In 10 years time hope­fully he will have grown up and flown the nest, best to gain inde­pen­dence by degrees and with con­fi­dence in himself.

Here’s Jack’s view of show week

Hi there.

Mum said I had to write a post about the Gosport Gang show so here it is.

The cos­tumes I wore were Bronze shirt for the open­ing. Edwar­dian, Skirt and coster­munger for music hall. Scare­crow and music note shirt for Never For­get. Then we had an inter­val. Then we dressed up as cow­boys for  Hoe down. Cave man for Cave dwellers. and Our cub uni­form for the Finale

We did the same every day except some days I did the Finale and some days I didn’t.

We also had to wear make up but most peo­ple acci­den­tally licked off their lipstick.

It was fun.

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Jack gets to interview Alfred the Great

Me: Do you think you deserve the name “Alfred the Great”?

Alfred: I don’t know if I deserve it because all I did was uphold the hon­our of my kingdom.

Me: That’s very mod­est of you. How long did it take you to design the burhs?

Alfred: Well I’m not quite sure how long it took. You lose track of time when you’ve been dead 1013 years.

Me: Poor you. How did you feel after the Bat­tle of Eddington?

Alfred: I felt exhilarated.

Me: Is the story about the cakes true?

Alfred: Well I don’t know. I for­got well I was dead.

Me: Thank you very much Alfred you can go back to your cof­fin now

Alfred: Thank you very much.

 

:-)

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Science Week

Car­ry­ing on with the Sci­ence week theme both boys did a Hands of a Child lap­book on the senses last week.

   

We looked at one of the senses each day

Hear­ing

We made a ‘Whisper-ma-phone’ (from the Lorax) and played a gme recog­nis­ing sounds and loca­tions when blindfolded.

  

Sight

We dug out a box of Opti­cal Illu­sions Jack had been given for Christ­mas last year and had fun with 3d specs and kleidoscopes.

  

Touch

We inves­ti­gated changes in tex­ture by feel­ing dry lentils and ones soaked in water, did a scav­enger hunt based on find­ing things by tex­ture, made a col­lage and tried to iden­tify items by touch alone.

      

Taste

We looked at the link between taste and smell, try­ing to recog­nise dried fruit (sim­i­lar look and tex­ture) with nose held.

  

Smell

Plans went a bit awry here so we just did the paper and pen stuff.  Had planned some­thing to do with strong smells and fans and tim­ing how long the smell spread over the room.

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Large Family Tapestries

Fol­low­ing the visit a cou­ple of weeks ago, to the D-Day Museum in Portsmouth, we decided to make our own embroi­deries in the style of the Over­lord Embroi­dery (appliqué).

Unfor­tu­nately the boys enthu­si­asm for the project lasted as long as we were in the fab­ric shop.  The fact that we have a fin­ished result is down to sheer bloody-mindedness on my part with lib­eral doses of bribery, cor­rup­tion and threats.  But every­one is happy with the end results :-)

Hav­ing bought the fab­ric we started of with sim­ple sketches of what they wanted.

Sam’s sketch

Jack’s sketch

 

We then sim­pli­fied these down into sim­pler shapes and cut out the fabric.

Sam’s design

Jack’s design

 

Then of course we had to sew them together.  In gen­eral we stuck to sim­ple running/back stitch

The Over­lord Embroi­dery tells a story so here are our fin­ished works with the sto­ries to go with them.

Sam

the   first     blue   nose  friends

tatty  teddy  fond  a  bode   he   hud   a   giglig   sord  the end

(Tatty Teddy found a body, he heard a gig­gling sound)

 

Jack

George  the 4th

George the 4th was about to eat a pie. When he ate the pie he fell over dead. So George went to the under­world. He went into heaven and saw a room full of pies. Then he saw a room full of gor­geous girls. Then he went into a room labelled hell. He looked through the door and saw is wife with a axe. He ran through another door and saw his father. He ran back through the door labelled hell and kept run­ning until he reached a room filled with sweets, ice­cream and cakes. He was in heaven.

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Jack’s poem about the fall of Rome

More than a lit­tle Eliot and Shel­ley in there I think :-)

The Roman remains

The Roman empire gone now

and all the times before

are gone now, gone now in the air

the mar­vel­lous monuments

the nasty emper­ors gone too

Caligula the crazy one

Com­modus the pre­tend gladiator

Nero who killed his mother

they all dis­ap­peared in the blink of an eye

the remains stand­ing there empty

In Rome two vast and trun­k­less legs of stone

stand in the city

near them on the paving slabs a shat­tered vis­age lies

sur­vive yet stamped on those life­less things

the hand that mocked them and the heart that fed

and on the pedestal these words appear

My name is Pom­pey, gen­eral of gen­er­als, look upon my works ye mighty and despair”

the lone and level shops stretch far away

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New Term

A few months ago Jack made seri­ous indi­ca­tions of want­ing to try school, rather than airey fairy one day type com­ments.  I’m ashamed to admit I didn’t react well and got a bit upset, not say­ing no of course, it has always been their deci­sion just overly neg­a­tive.  2 days later, PMT had gone and I’d done a U-turn. Once the ratio­nal part of my brain kicked back in I know full well it is curios­ity based on the fact most of his friends go rather than unhap­pi­ness at home that is the moti­va­tor, and I am rather proud of him hav­ing stuck to his guns when I was clearly against the idea.  Aca­d­e­m­i­cally it won’t do him any favours but doubt it will be that bad either, we’ve given him a good start and home envi­ron­ment will always play a major role whether a child is in school or not.  Also he’s a social being and I am so not, so the idea of let­ting him go off and do his social­is­ing with­out me is not with­out appeal.  And it might be nice to focus on Sam a bit more (he is very adamant that he doesn’t want to go), he has always kind of had to slot in around Jack.  Of course in the time that it took me to reach these con­clu­sions Jack cooled on the idea.  Based on the fact we have some days out and week­ends away booked we (to clar­ify by we I mean the entire fam­ily, Pete included!) have agreed to put the idea on the back­burner to revisit Feb time, and if he wants make inquiries then with a view to him start­ing after Easter.

With my ‘enjoy the moment’ frame of mind I’m not let­ting what might hap­pen in the future effect too much what we do now.  I let him type most things at home and I think this is some­thing where he does lag behind schooled kids.  And any­way at some point in 3 or 4 years he will start on GCSE’s so will need to write more quickly and leg­i­bly.  We’re try­ing to make it inter­est­ing though by tran­scrib­ing poems that he likes, thanks to work I have the fonts avail­able to pro­duce hand­writ­ing sheets eas­ily.  Aca­d­e­m­i­cally I sus­pect he is way ahead in many areas and where he does lag behind he is bright enough to catch up quickly.

I’ve rejig­gled (or rejigged if you insist — I quite like the word rejig­gled though even if it is a ‘com­edy word’) our timetable a bit to take account of var­i­ous things

  • With not aim­ing to attend Home Ed Groups I don’t need to work around them, so it is all about suit­ing us.  I’ve left space for our reg­u­lar catch up with Lisa and her boys and after­noons are always flex­i­ble.  If we’re in then we’ll work on crafty, sci­ence exper­i­ments type things but equally well these can be put to one side to catch up with friends or run errands.
  • So we are ‘school’ Mon-Thurs, with Fri­day as a day off for trips and out­ings.  Some vis­its to friends, oth­ers fam­ily days out.
  • Boys want to swim reg­u­larly and they don’t want to go to a group ses­sion.  So I’ve hired the local pri­vate pool in the vil­lage on a weekly basis.  Bliss, warm and only us in it.  Has the advan­tage of being near library too so two birds one stone.
  • Sam starts Beavers in a cou­ple of weeks.  He’s a bit meh about it.  Per­son­ally I think it will be good for him to do some­thing with­out Jack but won’t be sur­prised if he doesn’t like it.  He’s used to mix­ing with older kids and gets a bit non­plussed by kids his own age.  I’ve con­vinced him to try it for a week or three but if he isn’t keen then fair enough.
  • We found when Jack did piano prac­tice mid morn­ing it dis­rupted our flow, so moved it to first thing before we actu­ally sit down
  • Split work into two hour blocks , with a break.  Included project work and other extras along­side Galore Park.
  • I am not split­ting Jack’s work in to days but ask­ing him to man­age a weeks worth of work. Sam is still at the stage of doing what I ask when, he is not ready to self man­age yet.  Obvi­ously I expect less out of him than Jack and we’ll spend a fair amount of the time Jack is work­ing read­ing and colour­ing etc.

So this week started gen­tly on Mon­day.   We used Activ­ity Village’s New Year Doo­dle Fun to reflect on 2011

Jack’s fun­ni­est moment

Sam’s favourite mem­ory of 2011

Sam’s favourite outing

 

And the same resource to help with them con­sider goals and make plans for the upcom­ing year.  I am not unaware of the incon­sis­tency here, I want to live in the moment more but am encour­ag­ing the boys to develop plan­ning skills.  I’m good at plan­ning, they’re good at liv­ing for the now (in the way that chil­dren are) if we all get a lit­tle bet­ter and the other, every­one will hope­fully be hap­pier.  For the kids some of this sim­ply means work­ing out plans of sav­ing up for things they want and every­day think­ing ahead.  If they are told the bus is due in 20 mins get­ting dressed and ready (ide­ally in weather appro­pri­ate clothes) in an organ­ised man­ner!  But also par­tic­u­larly in Jack’s case it is about him tak­ing more con­trol over his education.

Jack’s read­ing plans

Also been mov­ing on with galore park.  Sci­ence involved sort­ing food labels

New projects were started, WW2 and Vil­lage Set­tle­ments in Geog­ra­phy.  We are using resources from Plan­bee.  They are les­son plans for school but adapt well for home use and I find them a good way of check­ing we have cov­ered the major­ity of NC top­ics.  Par­tic­u­larly like the geog­ra­phy resources as I strug­gle to find good UK based Geog­ra­phy resources.

Sales have also meant boxes of books turn­ing up with reg­u­lar­ity and caus­ing dis­trac­tion and excite­ment.  I treated us to a globe with my Ama­zon voucher which has given us all (Pete and I included some fun).

 

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It’s the small things…

Today was one of those days where all seems well with the world.

We waved off Grandpa Bob this morn­ing, than sat down to work.

Sam’s read­ing is com­ing on in leaps and bounds and in spite of being intro­duced to a new con­cept in maths he was com­pletely unfazed and rushed through it.

Jack also worked incred­i­bly quickly and effi­ciently, maths was no prob­lem and then he wrote a diary entry pre­tend­ing he was a mem­ber of a British tribe in Roman Britain when news of Boudicca’s rebel­lion hit.

March 13th

I am so con­fused. I don’t know what to do. Oh right you don’t know about it sorry.

 I went out to the mar­ket today to get some bar­ley and wheat. I heard rumours that Boudicca was rebelling against the Romans from the mar­ket stall holder.

 On one hand I want the Celts and Gauls to be free, but on the other hand, are the Romans that bad? They have let us become Roman cit­i­zens and have improved the drainage and our buildings.

 I know both sides are going to call me up to fight in there army. I don’t know what to do.

 Do I sup­port Boudicca and free­dom or do I sup­port Cae­sar and civil­i­sa­tion? I don’t know?

If I sup­port the Celts and they win my father will lose his job. I must fight for the Roman empire.

Sam made a Greek the­atre mask

                      

 

After piano prac­tice it was Latin and we were fin­ish­ing off the first chap­ter of Min­imus so they made Latin birth­day cards

and then they worked together to make some vocab­u­lary cards. It is very sel­dom that I set them aca­d­e­mic tasks to do together as Jack is not sur­pris­ingly far in advance.  But Latin is some­thing that they have started together and Sam is hold­ing his own which is nice to see.

After that we did a short Latin vocab test, read a cou­ple of chap­ters of Good­night Mr Tom and had some lunch.

After lunch Lisa kindly picked us up and we went around to play and drink tea for the afternoon.

After­wards we decided to make the most of the weather before the Indian sum­mer fades (which I think it already has, the wind has got up and it was rain­ing when I brought the wash­ing in), so we went straight to the beach.

Where there was more pad­dling (this time in swim­ming shorts not fully dressed!)…

…some swim­ming…

…snug­gling up for warmth…

…more funny hair dos…

…and toss­ing of pebbles.

We rounded off with a healthy tea of chips and ice cream while we watched the sun­set, before com­ing home and cud­dling up on the set­tee to watch Planet Dinosaur.

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Back to ‘school’

After the sum­mer break we’re now ‘back to school’.

Jack cracked on with some maths, eng­lish and science.

Includ­ing this news­pa­per report

Sam did some of his workbooks

Sam’s read­ing focused on ‘ng’ digraph so we dug out;

how much he read and how much he can quote from mem­ory I’m not sure.

They learned intro­duc­tions and fam­ily titles in Latin

Geog­ra­phy, we looked at coastal land­forms and made a beach in a tray to show how beaches are washed away.  We started off by mak­ing some rock pil­lars from play­dough and put them down one end of the tray (cheap cat lit­ter tray — my top tip — any­thing involv­ing glit­ter or paint or mess gets done in the tray).  Then we cov­ered them com­pletely in sand.  Poured water into the other end of the tray.  We then pushed a piece of card through the water to make waves.

French, we lis­tened to the cds and the colours. They did their workbooks.

Then I made them some cards so they could play pairs.

We’ve spent time every day read­ing Good­night Mr Tom, the book which forms the com­pre­hen­sion basis of Jack’s Eng­lish this month.

Sam started some of the Ancient Greece pocket of his Ancient Civ­i­liza­tion project.

Same also made a fos­sil cast of his hand.  We had been plan­ning to do it in mud in the back­gar­den but the heav­ens opened just after I’d started mix­ing the plas­ter of paris, so had to have an emer­gency rethink.

We filled a bowl with play sand and wet it.  Then Sam pressed in his hand.

We filled it with plas­ter of paris (I had hoped to do just the hand but there was a lot of over­flow).Waited for it to dry and ta da.

Jack started his sea­side project

We found some sand art pic­tures when I was tidy­ing my Rain­bow cup­board so they made them for inclu­sion in project.


There has also been time for bak­ing.  Jack made a choco­late fudge cake all on his own, and very nice it was too.

And we all made short­bread (plain, choc chip and my favourite gin­ger and dark chocolate).

Play­dough

Mak­ing explo­sions by set­ting fire to paper caps

Plus Cubs, see­ing friends and join­ing in with tiedye­ing at Rain­bows (I was too busy dye­ing myself and the church wall to take photos).

 

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