Tuesdays on the other hand - awful.
Yesterday was one of the last days of our math unit, which Guthrie is more sad about than I expected, and I asked her to complete some addition combinations in her main lesson book - you know, how many ways can you add numbers in order to get say 10 - and she happily sat with her pile of rocks laughing when every time she would forget that x + 0 = x and it was just sweet to watch. I asked her to do 1 through 12 and I think she's got 8 through 12 left to do on Monday. Surprisingly, or maybe not, she's had a more difficult time with the smaller numbers.
Laithe happily worked on a few puzzles and I moved back and forth between the kids. Both would ask for help and by the time I got over there it was clear they just wanted an adult presence, not any real help.
Then both worked on more challenging puzzles until it was time for our art lesson. We were using the technique of making an oil pastel outline and then using watercolors to fill in or do background color. In hindsight I should have mixed up some diluted liquid watercolor paint.
Instead they used their individual watercolors and they are bigger fans of the more, uh, opaque (thick) watercolor techniques. So, it wasn't like it was a bust of a lesson or anything, but I find I need to maintain the inner mantra of "process not product" during many of our art lessons.
Then Guthrie set out everything I needed to make lunch, after taking everyone's sandwich orders on her notepad and we read a couple chapters of Caddie Woodlawn before ending our week.
It is just always such a nice day.