Summer Fun : With Challenges

It’s been a week since my last post. We’re into the first week of summer vacation, and preparations for everybody’s activities are on. Now, with a crew the size of ours, that’s a lot of preparations. Sons 4, 5, & 6 won’t be in baseball this year, as they missed the deadline to sign up (absent the day the registrations slips went home) and I don’t have an extra $80 for late fees. Sometimes, life sucks. BUT, that doesn’t mean we’re doing nothing. Okay, the first week I let them OD on videogames (while requiring one hour a day outdoors), but then we’re into really living.

We will be running our own daycamp, with fishing, hiking, swimming, and campfires on the agenda. Of course, tie-dye t-shirts and crafty things also await. (Burnt matchstick sculpture, anyone?) We do various sculptures, paintings, sand candles, etc. The kids all look forward to “Camp Hotvedt”. Even the 20 year old.

But also, they need to keep their skills up. Especially my reluctant readers, sons 5 & 6. Honestly, the rest of my kids are reading zombies. They tune into their books as much and as readily as to tv or videogames. The reluctant readers, not so much. These two just lack patience, though son 5 this year had a great teacher who encouraged him and introduced him to “The Secrets of Droon” and “Diary of a Wimpy Kid”. It really increased his motivation. He has AD/HD, so sitting still to read was an issue, but the rocking chair helps.

Son 6closeSong of Solomon 6 Others 6:1 Where has your beloved gone,
O most beautiful among women?
Where has your beloved turned,
that we may seek him with you?
She My beloved has gone down to his garden
to the beds of spices,
to graze in the gardens
and to gather lilies.
I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine;
he grazes among the lilies.
He You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love,
lovely as Jerusalem,
awesome as an army with banners.
Turn away your eyes from me,
for they overwhelm me—
Your hair is like a flock of goats
leaping down the slopes of Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes
that have come up from the washing;
all of them bear twins;
not one among them has lost its young.
Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
behind your veil.
There are sixty queens and eighty concubines,
and virgins without number.
My dove, my perfect one, is the only one,
the only one of her mother,
pure to her who bore her.
The young women saw her and called her blessed;
the queens and concubines also, and they praised her. 10 “Who is this who looks down like the dawn,
beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun,
awesome as an army with banners?” She 11 I went down to the nut orchard
to look at the blossoms of the valley,
to see whether the vines had budded,
whether the pomegranates were in bloom.
12 Before I was aware, my desire set me
among the chariots of my kinsman, a prince. Others 13  Return, return, O Shulammite,
return, return, that we may look upon you. He Why should you look upon the Shulammite,
as upon a dance before two armies? (ESV)
, though, with his “PDD-NOS” spent much of the school year spinning in the corner in front of the mirror on his carpet square. I think his teacher tried, but I also think he has a long way to go to be completely prepared for 1st grade. Before we moved to Dinkytown, we lived on the North Dakota border in a significantly larger (10 times larger) community where summer activities were in abundance, including reading classes that were phonics rather than sight-word oriented, and computer classes. Here, not so much. So I’ll be trying to find something that sounds like and is fun and phonics based, as well as affordable. There are kidblogs we may look at to see if that will help encourage reading and writing, though you can’t be sure all participants are posting at any given reading level.

Son 2closeSong of Solomon 2 2:1 I am a rose of Sharon,
a lily of the valleys. He As a lily among brambles,
so is my love among the young women. She As an apple tree among the trees of the forest,
so is my beloved among the young men.
With great delight I sat in his shadow,
and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
He brought me to the banqueting house,
and his banner over me was love.
Sustain me with raisins;
refresh me with apples,
for I am sick with love.
His left hand is under my head,
and his right hand embraces me!
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
by the gazelles or the does of the field,
that you not stir up or awaken love
until it pleases.
The voice of my beloved!
Behold, he comes,
leaping over the mountains,
bounding over the hills.
My beloved is like a gazelle
or a young stag.
Behold, there he stands
behind our wall,
gazing through the windows,
looking through the lattice.
10 My beloved speaks and says to me:
“Arise, my love, my beautiful one,
and come away,
11 for behold, the winter is past;
the rain is over and gone.
12 The flowers appear on the earth,
the time of singing has come,
and the voice of the turtledove
is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree ripens its figs,
and the vines are in blossom;
they give forth fragrance.
Arise, my love, my beautiful one,
and come away.
14 O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,
in the crannies of the cliff,
let me see your face,
let me hear your voice,
for your voice is sweet,
and your face is lovely.
15 Catch the foxes for us,
the little foxes
that spoil the vineyards,
for our vineyards are in blossom.” 16 My beloved is mine, and I am his;
he grazes among the lilies.
17 Until the day breathes
and the shadows flee,
turn, my beloved, be like a gazelle
or a young stag on cleft mountains. (ESV)
, our graduate and new collegeman, is employed as son 3′s PCA, a situation that serves everyone well, as son 2 gets money, work experience, and deadline meeting skills in a sheltered environment. We have discussed that interacting with mom as employer is different from mom as mother, in that, when he’s on the clock, sass is wildly inappropriate and intolerable no matter how justified he thinks it is. That stating an objection respectfully the first time is required, and if that takes five minutes thought and re-visiting a topic, then it does. Hopefully, we will see growth in him and his responses that will prepare him for the world he will enter in the fall. If not, he’ll have to seek employment in the public sector, which will likely not be nearly as forgiving.

Son 3closeSong of Solomon 3 3:1 On my bed by night
I sought him whom my soul loves;
I sought him, but found him not.
I will rise now and go about the city,
in the streets and in the squares;
I will seek him whom my soul loves.
I sought him, but found him not.
The watchmen found me
as they went about in the city.
“Have you seen him whom my soul loves?”
Scarcely had I passed them
when I found him whom my soul loves.
I held him, and would not let him go
until I had brought him into my mother's house,
and into the chamber of her who conceived me.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
by the gazelles or the does of the field,
that you not stir up or awaken love
until it pleases.
What is that coming up from the wilderness
like columns of smoke,
perfumed with myrrh and frankincense,
with all the fragrant powders of a merchant?
Behold, it is the litter of Solomon!
Around it are sixty mighty men,
some of the mighty men of Israel,
all of them wearing swords
and expert in war,
each with his sword at his thigh,
against terror by night.
King Solomon made himself a carriage
from the wood of Lebanon.
10 He made its posts of silver,
its back of gold, its seat of purple;
its interior was inlaid with love
by the daughters of Jerusalem.
11 Go out, O daughters of Zion,
and look upon King Solomon,
with the crown with which his mother crowned him
on the day of his wedding,
on the day of the gladness of his heart. (ESV)
will be working on his Compass Learning online and gaining new skills and continuing to grow, as well as blogging here, to encourage literacy activities in a real world application.

We have a great garden this year, so we’ll be taking time weeding, hoeing, harvesting, and (come fall) canning. As always, life is an adventure and a challenge to be met.

We’re all in this together,

Jane

One Response to Summer Fun: With Challenges by Jane Hotvedt

  1. What a blessing to be living in Jane H's home. What a wonderful summer your family has to look forward to. The word GROWING comes to mind…growing closer to each other as you participate in these activities, growing more mature and responsible, right up to growing a great garden! Happy summer to all! Lorna

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