I'm sitting here when I should be in bed, but DH had calls a couple hours from home and he's not home yet. I never sleep well when I'm waiting for him to come home, so I may as well stay up and get some work done.
We had a good week at home this week. The boys zipped through their assignments and are done for the week, except for reading aloud. They did 4 days of work in 2 days, which is making me think they could be doing more on a regular basis. Each boy zipped through an entire math chapter this week, which amazed me just a bit.
I realized something today about my approach. I tend to let the kids figure things out for themselves -- offering help when needed -- but I like to let them discover things on their own. Many times, it doesn't seem like learning at all to them. I sometimes feel frustrated when they say "Oh, Mrs. V taught me how to do that!" and I think "Ok, she may have talked about it, but it's something you already knew how to do." (They attend an enrichment program once/week which is similar to a traditional school setting for that day.) They rarely realize the things I teach them, or guide them towards, but I've decided that I'm okay with that. (well, most days I am) They are both doing very well in their studies and I'm proud of them.