The boys like to play superheroes and such and RePete has a superpower. It's screaming. It was funny for about 2 minutes.
Now it's really annoying. He yells at his brother if he is being ignored or picked on and we've been trying to curb that behavior. Now the "screaming power scream" has replaced his regular "normal scream".
What to do? What to do?
I am taking an entire day and doing absolutely nothing but monitoring the screamer. Every time he screams - in his room he goes. e-v-e-r-y t-i-m-e!
You know, my fickleness doesn't only apply to my blogging. It applies to my life in general. I think this crazy dance I do isn't really that I am indecisive. I think it is because I waffle between what I want to do and what I am expected to do.
Homeschooling is a prime example. I loved school. I loved the smell of the school and I loved having a new backpack with new supplies in the little front pocket. I loved that I spent a month of my summer vacations at school for activities. To this day, I love school. I mean what nerd has five degrees? Me, that's who.
On the other hand, I love unschooling. I love the freedom, the thoughtfulness, the pure genius of our minds. I've basically unschooled Pete from first to third grade. I don't deny buying all the school supplies, poster boards, and plenty of "curriculum". I did. I bought it all. But we didn't use it.
What he knows today, he knows from our talks. He knows from books we've read. Hell, he knows from TV and movies. But the thing is...he knows! He aced his required test for third graders.
This year, because everyone expects it, I purchased all the right materials for fourth grade. Today, I let Pete practice multiplication facts online because he thought that was fun. We read to help him with his fluency. I asked him to read a book to RePete because RePete loves to hear Pete read. He is all but entranced from start to finish, no matter how long it takes.
Where is this going? I don't know. I think we may continue our current trend of collecting school books.
The boys and I were at the zoo a few weeks ago and Pete said to me that he was in puberty.
I snickered before asking how this was.
Pete said he was tired which meant he was in puberty. His cousin T-Bone had told him that when he was young, he never got tired, but now at the ripe old age of 14 he was tired all the time. The culprit? Puberty.
BN and I explained what puberty meant and I explained that BN was still in it. More snickering on my part, blank looks from all the men in my life.
I just hope when he really does start to experience puberty, he tells his dad about it.