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Tuesdays With Mooch & Fuss: The Language Arts, Piano, Behavior Update


Michael Clay Thompson rocks! I’m not being paid to say this. I do not monetize this blog in that fashion. Honey, let me tell you, it is an amazing Language Arts curriculum and it’s a perfect fit for Mooch.

I wouldn’t recommend it for the child who struggles with comprehension or falls behind in English, but if your kid loves literature, words, and everything that has to do with grammar, drop every thing and spend a hundred bucks on this program that has my child engrossed in Latin roots.

It covers spelling, grammar, diagramming, etymology (Latin and Greek), and poetry. I accidentally bought Grammar Town instead of Grammar Voyage, which probably would have been a better fit for her, but she loves it so much, she didn’t want me to send it back and wait for the correct one to arrive. Anyway, that’s my two cents on that.

Everything else with the eldest is going well. She’s finally gotten all of her extracurricular practice down to a science. She waits until our neighbors leave in the morning and practices drums, piano and voice. Then she starts her journaling and academics. I’m happy to see her finding self-motivation, and I’m thrilled to offer the space to work at her own pace, which is often slower and more in depth than me and her peers. She’s very analytical. I do hope she speeds up at some point, but I want her to do that on her own time as well.


This little one nailed her first commercial and her second audition. She said she was nervous on the way, which I’m not used to, because Mooch never says that. I was happy she articulated it, so we could downplay it, act natural, and make her feel secure. The pretend mommy and daddy, who auditioned with her, said she did an amazing job. She hasn’t auditioned in a long time. She just asked to do it again after this recent shoot. I guess she has caught the bug.

This past Saturday was my first time taking her to piano, because Hannibal usually goes. I was very impressed with her. She answered all the questions on the rug, while the other kids remained silent. She read C,D, and E correctly and played them with the correct fingers. I couldn’t have been more proud.

Her reading level remains about the same, but with far more mastery and interest in stories with more words on the page. She is asking a lot of science questions, like “What’s under the dirt in the middle of the earth?” and “Why do my fingers get wrinkled in the tub?” Those are areas we hope to expand on in the coming weeks. We’re currently reviewing metamorphosis. I think it’s time to move on to paper money. She has mastered the coins. I just haven’t had a chance to put the activity together. She also wants to tell time, but even though she can count by fives, I may wait until after Kwanzaa, because I plan on buying her a Hello Kitty watch. 😉

Her behavior has gotten sooooo much better. Bedtime is quicker, I hear “Yes!” more than “No,” and she’s working on getting frustrated less. She is the opposite of Mooch. She processes things very quickly, and does everything at the speed of a thousand cheetahs. She can be impatient with people and even with shirts (if they don’t come off quickly enough). Fuss is just like me. I use every ounce of energy all day to be patient and calm with her, so she learns from that model. Sometimes I fail, and when I do, it’s interesting to see her model the good behavior right back at me. “Mommy, that was an inappropriate reaction. I think you should apologize, but it’s your choice.”

For photo updates on what Mooch and Fuss are doing daily, you can always click on the unschooling tab to find both of their imported Tumblr accounts.

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Marital Mondays: Exhausted. Sex?

I’ve been exhausted for a week. Hannibal is getting to see what cuddle time looks like when I’m planning a marriage retreat, a golden tenth birthday, helping with a baby shower, organizing my four-year-old’s trip to Legoland, homeschooling, and catering to a goo-gob of clients. My average bedtime is now 2am. That’s part work, part insomnia, and part worrying that I didn’t finish something.

Our nights together have been chatty and whimsical at best, with topics raging from to midget porn to Nazi bread (it’s a long story); and snoring at worst. It’s not really bad, because Hannibal just stays up and gets more work done. He’s a workaholic, too.

Last night it had been a week since we had sex, which is weird for us. I don’t mean just intercourse either. I mean we hadn’t gazed lovingly into each other’s eyes, kissed, or connected — outside of our usual morning spooning. We were like Star Destroyers passing in the night.

Hannibal had been at a comics and horror convention in Long Beach all weekend, so I was alone with the girls. They have extracurricular activities that are at the opposite ends of our world on Saturdays. One is in Sherman Oaks, and one is in downtown Los Angeles. That meant I shuffled back and forth, and acted as both myself and Hannibal.

I don’t know where I pulled the doggy style from last night, but we did it. Then I collapsed. I was asleep by 9:15pm, he says.

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Tuesdays With Mooch & Fuss: Japanese in Los Angeles (VIDEO)

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Marital Mondays: The Head Challenge

*There are no spoilers in this blog*

Best Man Holiday had us both in tears. I guess ever since Fruitvale Station, Hannibal feels comfortable crying in front of me. It still doesn’t happen often, but when it does, I’m like, “Yippee, he’s a real human!”

We saw it in Culver City right after we ate at Akasha. When we bought our tickets, the guy told us the “line” for that movie was outside. The interracial couple that greeted us when we exited the double doors hardly constituted a line. It was then that we realized we were actually early, for a change. We made friends with them.

Our Hannibal and Myshell banter had them cracking up. We both watch House of Cards and House of Lies, and I mix the titles up all the time. I asked Hannibal when they were going to make a new season of House of Cards, but in my brain, I was picturing Don Cheadle. He said he wasn’t sure when season two would come out. I said, “I’ve already watched season 2. You mean season 3.”

“No, House of Cards currently has one season, Myshell” he replied with absolute certainty. I, of course, was sure as well, because I was picturing the whole second season of House of Lies in my head (wrong show).

My dumb ass decides I’m going to bet him. To which he replied, “Bet!! Yes, what do you want bet?”

“If I win, you give me head, and if you win, I’ll give you head.”

The couple chuckled.

We both yelled, “Google Challenge!!!”

Then I started to wonder why he was so sure when clearly we had watched the finale of season two of House of Lies TOGETHER. As he was voraciously typing into the search engine, I said, “Larenz Tate didn’t come in until the second. How can you not remember that?'”

“Myshell, that’s House of Lies!” The couple in front of us laughed out loud and nodded, because they both knew. Hannibal threw his arms up in the air and shouted, “Best date night ever!”

To make a long story short, Netflix needs to not make their original show titles so damn close Showtime show titles. Orange is the New Black? Now, that’s a unique show title.

P.S. We ended up sitting next to that couple, and then another couple we know showed up, so they sat right next to us, too. We enjoyed talking to them after the movie, and we probably got the award for most people in a selfie.  It truly was a great date night.

P.S.S. Don’t be jealous, Andrae is a professional cameraman, who has worked on Glee and the most recent Superman movie, Man of Steel, to name a couple.


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Tuesdays With Mooch & Fuss: My Life in One Day

Things I did today:

Had my heart checked with a Fisher Price stethoscope
Helped Mooch set goals and organize her work
Cooked imaginary Strawberry Soup
Helped my Fuss sled in a laundry basket on the living room area rug
Watched Fuss vacuum the living room rug
Cheered while Mooch did straddle jumps on the trampoline
Relearned how to subtract pounds, so I could teach it to Mooch
Pushed Fuss and her friend on the swing (AKA worked out)
Sang with my children
Ate a full meal prepared by Mooch
Soaked in Mooch’s enthusiasm as she learned her Shakespeare lines
Drummed with Mooch on the kitchen table
Practiced multiples of twelve while driving
Read to Fuss
Listened to Fuss read
Laughed a lot
Hugged a lot
Made mistakes

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