You know what I remember about summer vacation? No homework. That is what I remember. Oh, I recall the more fun stuff as well. But I never once did any homework. Here that is the 'thang'. Summer vacation homework. And loads of it.
In one month J must:
①read at least ten books (with reviews)
② pick two projects from a chart and do those (usually reports, pictures, or making things)
③do a set of worksheets an inch thick (reviewing the year so far, math and Japanese characters mostly)
④raise these four minows and the two 'mystery' eggs
⑤wake up at six thirty for two weeks in a row and do radio exercises with his fellow elementary schoolers
⑥water the plants at school for a few assigned days
⑦go to the pool to improve his breast stroke (his left foot isn't right, I hear), as well as go to open it for the other kids on assigned days
⑧study for two hours a day
⑨Actually go to school for two days to study with his teacher
⑩do one big project where he must take daily notes and observe something, research it, write it up (similar to a science project but doesn't necessarily have to be about science).
And that is not even mentioning the stuff HE wants to do.
So me being the wonderful influence I am, I'm like...wanna go to see Pirates of the Caribbean tomorrow? We can have lunch at the fancy Italian restaraunt too.
I haven't taken any pictures of all his stuff or the fish or the mystery eggs so I'll add two that he took. J fancies himself a photographer.
The first is of one of the cats. Soda. She has a thing for him. At night she has to suck on his blanket before she can fall asleep. As soon as he's out though she skidaddles. There have been several him-rolling-over-on-her accidents.
This next one cracked me up when I saw it. I don't know when he took it (he is always swiping my digital camera). It's his finger and those blobby things are actually basil seeds. We had some candy that had basil seeds in it. And I guess he thought they looked like eyes.
