Showing posts with label Cookie Boy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cookie Boy. Show all posts

Saturday, May 12, 2012

The Formula for Math

My family is celebrating Mother's Day today, Saturday, by giving me the day off! It is a wonderful, thoughtful gift. I am enjoying it so much.
The beautiful flowers all my men gave me for Mother's Day. A girl's dream!


Thor and Nick Fury from The Avengers. One of my other Mother's Day gifts! A nerdy girl's dream!

 I have been sitting in my quiet room (except for the times the Monkey comes in to let me know people are not doing his bidding), watching movies on my computer and reading books. I just received Cookie Boy's new math book today, and could not put it down until I read it cover-to-cover.

You will draw one of two conclusions from that last sentence. Either:
a) "She must be one of those "math nerds", who really gets into Khan Academy and things like chemistry."
or
b) "She is really weird."

Both of those would be incorrect. Well, okay...I am a little weird. But mostly, b is an incorrect answer to this particular question.

First, to clarify, I am not a math nerd.

I am, generally, abysmal in math. For example, I was never in the "higher math" classes in school. Except eighth grade. The school sent my mother and me a letter the summer before eighth grade, informing us I was being placed in advanced pre-algebra.
 My mother read it, and promptly called the school to see if there had been a mistake.
There had not been a mistake.

Now, this seems like the kind of incident that a child might resent her mother for, holding it against her for life.
"You never believed in me and my ability to do higher math! If you had just believed in me, I could be teaching Linear Algebra at Harvard right now!"

Nope.
 I believe I was standing at my mother's elbow when she made the call, and when we found out there had been no mistake, we looked at one another and shrugged. She said something equivalent to, "If you want to take advanced Pre-algebra, that is up to you."
I gulped, thought about it, and accepted the challenge.
It was the only year I ever attempted an advanced math class.
Except chemistry - which is not a math class, per se, but a science class with a lot of advanced math in it.  Ms. Alfieri had pity on me and let me wash lab equipment for bonus points to bring me to a passing grade. Saintly woman.

I even chose a college major based on how much math I had to take.

True (embarrassing) stories.

Suffice it to say, math was never my forte.

Which is why it totally makes sense that I coach an engineering and robotics team.

Life is full of irony.
Which brings us back to the question: Why was I eagerly reading a math book on my day off today?

Let me first say this: I am finishing up my 9th year homeschooling my children. I have come to this truth: I could have learned math, and learned it well. I am learning, even as I teach my children, even at my ripe old age of thirty-mumblemumble. 

There are many different ways to approach math, it turns out. I always thought numbers were not complicated, opposed to learning the different rules for using the comma, reading TS Elliot, or learning all the reasons why the War of 1812 occurred. I mean, 2+2=4, and there just is not any other way about it.
Turns out, math is just as simple and complicated as anything else. And there are many ways to teach it, approach it, and learn it.
The way I was traditionally taught in school just did not work for me. I was always confused. I could memorize formulas, but use them???? Hah! (Actually, taking Metaphysics was much the same experience for me. I memorized every single thing I could, but just could not apply any of it. For one year. Then, it all made sense. I guess I have a slow brain.)

Each of my three big boys is taking a different math course. I used Saxon with all of them in their younger elementary years. When The Young Adult was in 6th grade, he almost exploded from hatred of Saxon math. Perhaps "hatred" is not a strong enough word for what he felt. He had a complete aversion, antipathy to the abomination he felt Saxon math to be.
And his grades fell....fast.
He begged me to find him a new math course. I could see the sense in that. I looked around.

Don't let anyone tell you homeschoolers are always nice and without prejudice. All you need to do to counteract that little fallacy is get on a message board about math and read the threads about what math curriculum to purchase. I have never in my life felt so much like I was walking a battlefield laced with mines, which were constantly exploding in my face.
Apparently, math curriculum is a very hot topic.

In the end, I found a program called LIVE Online Math. The Young Adult needed a teacher, and this program offered a video course along with a once-a-week online classroom meeting. It is a great program. Mr. Bovey is an excellent teacher. He might also become a saint after a few years of teaching The Young Adult.
I thought, as homeschoolers, I would never have the experience of of getting a note sent home from a teacher.
Wrong.
God bless Mr. Bovey.

Anyway.....
Romeo also wanted to switch. After braving the math threads again, I decided to try him out on Singapore Math. He took to it like a nerd takes to Tolkien, and he has been happily zooming through Singapore, learning the ability to do mental math in a very speedy manner.

Cookie Boy, however, decided to stick with Saxon. (He is not a fan of change, in general.) Fine. It works for him. But now he is taking Saxon Algebra 1/2 and is doing fine, but....I have not been totally convinced it is meeting his needs. However, I could not find a program to switch him to that offered enough....mathy reasons to switch. Cookie Boy really likes math. He says he maybe even wants to teach math when he grows up.
I wonder if he is actually related to me?

Almost two weeks ago, I attended a conference where the speaker brought some curriculum she used, in order to show us examples of what her family did.

Now, another thing to know about homeschoolers - most of us are kind of crazy about curricula. We love us some good curricula! Homeschool fairs or homeschool conventions? All KINDS of curricula to explore! We are forever talking shop with one another: "What do you use for science/math/history/literature/Latin? how does that work? Can I see?" We like to swap curricula, borrow curricula, try out new curricula - we are all kind of nerdy-nerds.

So, like the good homeschooler I am, I listened up as the speaker displayed all her books on two tables. Books I have never used! Some I have never heard of! Some I have heard of, but never witnessed in person. Dozens of books for me to flip to through! Sigh!!!!

One was a math series, Life of Fred, by Stanley F. Schmidt, Ph. D.. I had heard of it, but only in passing. She even spent a few moments talking about that series. As I sat there and listened, it intrigued me. At break, I went and got my hands on that book. As soon as I read two pages, I KNEW I had found the new math program for Cookie Boy.

In fact, if Cookie Boy grew up and wrote a math program, he would write Life of Fred.
Math awesomeness - Life of Fred


 It is genius. Smart, witty, funny, thoughtful and simple. I actually read one whole book and felt cheated when the book ended, mid-story. A math cliff-hanger?

Fred, in the book I purchased, is a 5 1/2 year old little boy who teaches mathematics at KITTENS University. He is kind of smart and kind of gullible. He gets into all kinds of interesting situations, like, is he supposed to use the lamb in the back yard to make lamb pizza? How do you open a box with blunt scissors (and how NOT to open said box)? And how to get fired from a job in a pizza place in one day. Oh yeah, you also learn all about fractions, as well.
You can go here to read a sample from the book we purchased, Life of Fred: Fractions. We are going back a little to make sure Cookie Boy has all the concepts, as taught in this sequence.

I can't wait for Cookie Boy to begin this. I have a feeling we have a winner.


Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Courting Honor

Last night, we attended our sons' Boy Scout Court of Honor. This has been a bi-annual event, where they pass out merit badges, rank advancement, and special awards in the presence of friends and family.

One reason I love this event is just pure enjoyment. I have a soft spot in my heart for growing boys, and a Court of Honor is just full of the creatures, in all stages of awkward advancement. From "still a boy", to "in the midst of change", all the way to "almost a man", these boys encompass just about every stage of adolescent development. Bless their hearts!

This was Cookie Boy's first Court of Honor, which means it was the first one we attended as parents of TWO Boy Scouts. He received his first rank advancement. We are very proud of him!
A little blurry. They have to kiss Momma when they get their rank advancement!

The Young Adult has been in Boy Scouts two years now (and in Cub Scouts five years before that). He received one....yes, count it - ONE - merit badge last night. The "Reading" merit badge. I think a lot of boys there were surprised there was such a thing as a reading merit badge. I mean, they usually are in things like "Woodworking", "Hiking", "Plumbing", and "Nuclear Science". I think The Young Adult took a little ribbing for his badge.

Yet, I was very proud of him.

This badge represents a lot of things. It represents a whole year in his life. It represents the struggle between a kid who would rather never do a lick of work, and a young man who strives to do great things. It represents many lectures from his parents, on the sacrifice they make so he can be a Scout and what they expect in return. It represents the long and difficult struggle of a teenage boy to overcome his own natural sluggishness.

In two years, he has earned a total of FOUR merit badges. Most of his friends are easily into the double digits at this point. Not that it is a race, nor are we keeping score.

As we tell our oldest son, it is about seeing him develop the ability within himself to work. It is about learning how to take responsibility. It is about being accountable. It is about growing those characteristics he wants to be known for and he wants to have as a man. It is about the opportunity to learn about a wide range of things he may never get to explore again. It is about realizing that when you make a commitment to something (or someone), you "owe" them your best work.

We spent a lot of the past year over this badge. Not that it was very difficult. Rather, we spent time going over the requirements, helping him make a plan, checking up on his work (to realize it was never done), yelling, arguing, pleading, explaining, talking, listening, encouraging - and then - repeat!

We tried the hand's off approach. We tried the Encouraging Facilitator approach. We tried the "You'll-Do-This-If-It-Kills-Me" approach. Nothing seemed to work.

All the way until last week, when I asked him to get his completed materials for this badge, so he could get it all approved, and then The Young Adult could not find much of his work, and blamed me for losing it.

It was a black day in the house. I ate a LOT of chocolate, I tell you.

Well, he did find his papers, eventually, in time to get approval. But he did not tell me. He wanted to surprise me. That HE found HIS work. And HE took care of it all.

That is the really big deal about Boy Scouts. That is why it means so much to make Eagle Scout. Sure, it is all the work involved. Mostly, the work a boy has to do within himself.

So it may only have been one badge last night. But it meant a lot. It meant my 13-year-old son is learning how to handle himself.

He knows honor will not just come to him. He must carefully court honor himself.

(But I will always cheer him on!)

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

11 Years

Cookie Boy is 11 today.


Sigh.


I really can't believe it.

camping

I remember seeing him the first time - he was kind of blue and still, but the doctor didn't seem concerned, so I tried not to panic. The doctor held up this little guy for me to see, then took him back and a moment later, a little, annoyed cry sounded. I breathed easier.

Cookie Boy's 1st, and only, soccer season


The first thing I noticed was that he really did not look like the Young Adult much at all. The Young Adult came out wide-eyed, alert, and strong enough that his favorite position was being held standing up on our laps, right from the start. Cookie Boy was smaller, more compact, and could hardly be persuaded to open his eyes at all. He looked so much darker complected than the Young Adult. He was....perfect. He wanted to be left alone in his little burrito - the blanket all snug and tight around him. Dare to unwrap him for a diaper change, and boy! Cover your ears!

There were many tears with this costume!

Cookie Boy was serious, where the Young Adult was goofy. Cookie Boy was a watcher, while the Young Adult was a social butterfly. The Young Adult would go to anyone as a little guy. Cookie Boy liked precisely two people - his granny and his mommy. That's it, thank you. Daddy? No, thank you! (Until he was 18 months old, he barely tolerated his loving father).
Cookie Boy could get very interested in something, and stay absorbed for a long time. On his first birthday, he received a electronic caterpillar toy. That was hours of enjoyment!

Turning 5

Cookie Boy greeted everything the same way - by crying! We used to sing a song about him. It went like this:
When I'm happy....I cry!
When I'm sad......I cry!
When I'm hungry.....I cry!
When I eat.....I cry!

You get the point.

Cookie Boy greeted each new morning with a good bout of crying. Every. Single. Morning. The Young Adult was happy in the morning, and later, Romeo would be good-natured as well. Frankly, The Mad Toddler tends to be like Cookie Boy that way. It is a little exhausting!


Around the age of 8, Cookie Boy seemed to start growing out of his crying, sensitive persona. Oh, he is still very sensitive, but he is much more good-natured.

4-yr-Old Cookie Boy

But he is still quiet. And you know you have to watch out for the quiet ones. I mentioned to one of his homeschool coop teachers one day that I bet she was glad to have a quiet kid in the class (meaning Cookie Boy). Her eyes widened and she said. "Cookie Boy? Quiet? He is a class clown, always being goofy and cracking jokes!".

A goofy little Cookie Boy

What? MY Cookie Boy? A class clown? Cracking jokes?

He is a second son. So is ArtGuy. ArtGuy has a soft spot for Cookie Boy. Always has. I think because he knows what it is like to have a big brother who always gets attention. ArtGuy's older brother is a great guy - a priest now. Yah, a priest. You can see how ArtGuy may have felt liiiiitle overshadowed by this really neat, smart, kind, helpful big brother. So, ArtGuy watches out for Cookie Boy.


Today, Cookie Boy is a really, really neat kid. He is still pretty quiet, but with a snarky, goofy sense of humor that whips out of him at unexpected times. He has a strong sense of fairness and justice. He loves strategy games, like checkers, chess, and Blokus. Cookie Boy likes to be in the background of things - active and involved, but more of a supporting cast kind of guy. He is restful to be around. He is also terribly practical and logical.


I love my Cookie Boy!

About 6 years ago. Cookie Boy on right.

Have a great year!

My sweet Cookie Boy

Monday, September 27, 2010

Beautiful Monday

It is a gorgeous Monday here in North Central Texas! I woke up this morning to find the upstairs thermostat reading lower than the AC settings! Whoo hoo! It will get warmer again, I have no doubt, but this does mean summer is officially over!

A friend, Fara, gave birth to a son this morning. Welcome to the world, Baby Z! What a great day to be born!

Today is "What's in My Laundry Monday"! Let's see what I unearthed in the last week:




Okay - at the 12 o'clock position we have a pink feather. Yup. In a house of all males, you can guess where that came from. It was mine! The cat found a pink feather boa and attacked it, scattering feathers all over the house. This one ended up in my laundry.
At the 3 o'clock position we have a metal ball. I think that is from one of the boys' magnet sets.
Next is a rubber band. Then we have a penny. At the rate I am collecting money from the laundry, I should be able to afford a trip to the movies by the time I am 80! After the penny we have a purple "jewel". This came off a craft project from Romeo's "Kings, Queens, Knights, and Castles" class.
And lastly we have a dragon beanie baby. He sneaked in and now his hide is bright and gleaming!

The Mad Toddler drew his first smiley face today! ArtGuy is thrilled. The boys were full of praise. It was exciting moment in our household!

The Mad Toddler's first happy face

The Mad Toddler did not nap today. Bummer! I did, however. I ignored his babbling and calling my name and grabbed a quick nap (he was in his crib). After I woke up, I figured we might as well walk down to the park for a quick play time! It was beautiful outside. Cookie Boy went with us.
Awesome weather!

Wheee!

Cookie Boy
Now I am off to bake some brownies for Cookie Boy's feast day! Yumm-o!