As a home-schooling parent, I am always looking for ways to turn everything that happens during the day into lessons.
My efforts usually end up reinforcing my theory that I will never really get what goes on in my kids' heads.
One day last week, Aidan yelped and tore into the kitchen, squeezing the daylights out of a bleeding finger. He had been on the baby's rocking chair -- a chair that is sized so small that an 8-year-old boy could sit on top of it while rocking simultaneously. This is what Aidan had done.
I got him to release the tourniquet hold he had on the lower part of his finger. I explained as I cleaned his hand that holding so hard below the cut was making the bleeding worse. A first aid lesson followed. I showed him how to apply pressure directly to the wound with a clean gauze pad. I showed him how to flush the wound and bandage it.
When his hand was all wrapped up and his tears were dry, I asked him what he learned. He sniffed and said, "I learned not to rock on my own hand."
It's almost Super Bowl time, the last big part of our holiday season. In a house with six males, it is anticipated much more eagerly than "that girly holiday," Valentine's Day. I may have mentioned this before, but I don't care about football except that it offers me a chance to exercise my finger-food skills. Around here, if it comes on a stick or you can eat it with your fingers it's an automatic hit!
These recipes are such favorites that they're often requested for birthdays and other special meals.
Pig Tails and Snails
(named by Aidan for their resemblance to, well, pigs' tails and snails)