This was one of those “Homeschooling Rocks the (Gingerbread) House!” kind of days.
For the third year in a row, the girls and I hit up the annual Gingerbread House exhibit at The George Eastman House – a local museum that hosts this high fructose architectural extravaganza every year.
Gingerbread days of yore, we’ve come to this event with friends – but this year it was just us three Weeds gals, which meant we were all a bit less overstimulated, not quite so bossy and a lot less screamy to boot.
When we were offered the opportunity to partake in the Gingerbread Treasure Hunt upon admission, the biggest little gal of our trio snatched up that clipboard up like she was a high school cheerleading coach ready to holler out who made the squad and who got cut.
And hey – anything that gives us a reason pay closer attention to detail, a chance to practice writing our numbers and allows me to feel like we aren’t just screwing off most days here gets two thumbs up from me.
The best part about this sort of thing is the reminder that kids have a natural inclination toward learning – no prodding needed. When you let their curiosity and tendency toward the unknown lead the way, learning happens all by itself in all sorts of ways. Problem solving, critical thinking, planning, backtracking, learning from our mistakes – opportunities for experiencing these concepts present themselves without even trying. It’s just a matter of getting out into this world and living in it. Learning can be effortless and fun and even feel like a piece of cake – or a hunk of gingerbread house, as the case may be.
So let’s just see where this treasure hunt takes us, shall we?
The Nut House!
Right this way gang! They’re waiting for us.
A cute little cottage.
Awww, meeeee too!
Oh. You have a cat.
Good luck with that.
Farmer Insulin says “Eat Local”!
Why sure. And hey, we just so happen to be heading over to the sugary replica of our local public market next anyway!
Dang, that’s a good price for bananas.
Excuse me – ma’am? I simply must know where I can get a scarf like that!
And a juice bar!?
Taking my juice order.
Get it right, kid. And don’t forget I said extra ginger!
“Please Do Not Touch”, that’s nice…
but I’m afraid we need a sign that says “Please Do Not Lick” either. Not that I’m naming names of course.
Historically we’ve gone to this exhibit and then run home all sugared up with ideas and inspiration to make our very own Gingerbread house. Lots of fun, but you know what? We just don’t need it. This year I made the executive decision to skip the confectionery construction phase of our little tradition because a.) I’m feeling even more leery toward sugar than usual these days and 2.) they probably would have assaulted me with Barbie Grenades and My Little Pony Missiles if I told them we were going to go home to make a Sprouted Grain House and decorate it with raisins, cashew butter and apple slices.
And you know what? It was all good. Nobody batted an eye when I said “Not This Year” to the DIY Gingerbread House Project of 2010. We skipped the corn syrup decorations from bulk candy and any gratuitous white stuff and still managed to enjoy our little tradition together.
A homeschooly, Girls Day Out made the day sweet enough – no extra artificial colors, sweeteners or sugary crap needed. How do you like them apples?