We meet with our Distance Education Liason with the School District tomorrow. Our last check-in/assessment/evaluation before the summer break.

We have not completed this last ‘module’. We will have merely the first of I don’t know how many math workbooks completed, just, to present to her. She will ask Beasley what he’s been working on and he will say, in typical nine-year-old-can’t-remember-past-this-morning’s-breakfast kind of way, “ummmm….. Nothing.” Helpful.

Despite the fact the child is learning to use my big ol’ digital SLR. He is loving taking pictures. He bakes muffins. He is at this very moment dismantling my kitchen making Smoothies. He will, in fact, reassemble and clean-up said kitchen. We have been camping. He has been diligently caring for his new veggies that are growing, while planting with great care new seeds as well as the plants he has been nurturing, like his very own new babies, these past couple of months. He participated in his first Triathlon. He reads all the time. He is LOVING reading… oh God, just writing it makes me all, like… VERKLEMPT! He LOVES reading. His own words. Oh, no… I knew it. Eyes. Dewey.

If I’d asked him if he enjoyed reading four months ago he would have screwed up his pretty little face and stated emphatically, out of squishied-up mouth, ‘NO!’

But, alas, he will say ‘we do nothing’. The insights of a nine-year-old.

And in her mind, he will likely be right. Because in two months we’ve not managed to complete an 18 day long ‘module’.

I’m having highschool flashbacks. Sorry. Homework. Not. Done.