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If only….

If only I had the camera ready today.  What a day we could have recorded.

Not only were we waxing philosophic over lunch (maybe waxing and waning for a bad pun) but the boy has been busy with a capital B!

He had to go outside so apart from the snowball fight with Dad, Mr. D. properly snapped on his training skis for the first time and off he went.  Only a few crossed-ski incidents with yells to accompany but mostly smooth going.  These are kid-sized skis with easy elastic/snap closures for the boots, any old boots.  They allow cross-country movement and some gentle inclines – just enough to get a feel for the snow.  Mr. D. is desperate to go to Mt. Washington and ski and learn to snowboard and be all around boy -ike on the slopes but with aged parents with rusty joints, he will have to wait, possibly til next year, when we think he has the judgment to do a lesson or three, then let ‘er rip.  Remember, FASD leaves you little inhibition so you’re likely to throw yourself into the most unlikely situations; the ADHD means no impulse control, so you don’t even slow down for a second.

Next, our respite worker/cleaner (wonderful, wonderful, wonderful woman) came over this afternoon and besides having Mr. D. help her with an indepth dusting, she has been helping him with his chemistry kit.  Yeah – the one he can’t reach by himself.  The one he should do with Daddy.  Well, turns out he was doing fine and only needed help recording his scientific findings.  This was all on the dining room table (which now smells strongly of vinegar) because “Mummy, you haven’t given me my own lab space yet and what am I supposed to do?  I can’t do real science without my own lab.”  D’oh.

After that discussion, Mrs.D heads downstairs to our ‘classroom’ to vacuum and Mr. D. tags along.  I think he is helping again.  Thank goodness our respite worker/cleaner also used to be a homeschool mum – to boys as well!

Mr. D. had taken out his laptop, booted her up, attached the mouse through the right USB, attached his digital camera to the right USB, found the software for the camera which was stashed in the digital microscope box, and begun installing the software. Luckily, very luckily, it needed my password as an administrative override.  Last I checked, Mr. D. couldn’t remember how to OPEN the laptop, let alone achieve anything.

Could it be – half way through Grade 1 – that Mummy has reached the limits of home-schooling abilities?  How many more eyes must a home-school mummy have?

No.  That isn’t rhetorical.


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What we know about space….

Well, we are coming to the end of our unit study of the moon; this includes the movement of the moon, the landing on the moon of man, the phases of the moon, and the craters of the moon.  We also compared those craters on the moon with those on earths and pondered how they were made and why the moon had more.  That was the extent of our study.  Mr. D. also knows the names of the other planets in our solar system and most times gets their order right – many thanks to They Might Be Giants and their fabulous Here Comes Science music CD (should have won a Grammy this year, IMHO).

I was mistaken.  Mr. D. knows much, much more.

At lunch today – Mummy and Daddy minestrone, Mr. D. porridge of his own accord – he announced that he knew stuff about the universe that scientists so far didn’t.  Well – what an invite to sit and listen, eh?

According to Mr. D. “humans should never have been, the Earth should never have been, and our Universe should never have been.”  By that he meant that there was no PLAN for us to be, we just, against all odds, are here.  He added, “everything comes to an end, everything has a beginning, but if there is nothing beyond space, how can that be?”  His first theorem is that there is space inside atoms and that space must contain a gas we don’t comprehend as yet and that gas allowed all life to be.  He also posited that although the Universe didn’t exist in space, it had existed in airy gassy mode, in time.  Something then happened for that gas to take shape, which was the beginning of our Universe as we know it.  When Daddy gave Mr. D. the beginner version of the Big Bang theory, Mr. D. explained that “No, Daddy, the electrons and neutrons and stuff can’t have been packed that small – there must have been space of some sort between them or they wouldn’t be what we know them as and it is that space that holds the answer“.  Wonder if he will be proved right?  Wouldn’t that be something to help us remember this snowy afternoon?

Of course, the last theorem altered somewhat and it went like this:  Our Universe was like a big balloon, expanding, expanding, but standing outside our Universe (on the balloon skin, if you prefer) was a giant alien, because, really Mummy and Daddy, where else would aliens have come from.  And this alien was directing everything, rather like the Universe was a puppet on a string!  Ahhhhh.

Meanwhile, lunch is over.  We’ve told Mr. D. he can discuss his physics with his cousin Johanna’s husband Alex, a physicist.  Daddy and Mr. D. ducked outside for a snowball fight and all is back to normal (I hear him grumbling about something upstairs).  What isn’t normal are the gigantic grins on the parental faces.  Who knew we’d be discussing this – and in all seriousness, too – with our 6 year old?  Gotta love kids.

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