I counted down the hours until Fred would be off work to help me. The only problem is that Fred had also become very ill today. After work he stopped at a gas station and suddenly couldn't stand. He sat by the car for a few minutes, with his head between his legs, trying not to vomit. Poor guy. He made it home, my parents ordered pizza for the kids, and my precious Artist took care of us all evening.
I couldn't have made it through this day without her. The little 4th grader changed diapers, cooked eggs for lunch, straightened the house, read stories. Really, it all amazes me. I'm so proud of her.
Earlier this week, before I was knocked out with sickness, we did a lot of fall art projects in the afternoons.
Then there were leaf butterflies, that we hung on all the front windows.
...that quickly turned into finger painting time for Little Lad. We used the finished artwork (read: messy clumpy brown paintings!) to cut out leaf patterns and string them up.
The Artist painted a volcano, rather than participating in our messy table time. Seeing as how we just studied volcanos and worked on a lapbook, I think we'll fold this painting and add it to a pocket on the back page. Now that we lapbook, I feel like I can save so much more artwork, and they learn when the revisit it.