Well, I guess I have struck the right balance where grammar is concerned. Or else I have strangely enthusiastic children. Triss' and Mariel's grammar books for next fall arrived in the mail today.
"Oh, goody! Mom, can I start my grammar right now?" This was from Mariel.
"Oh, great! Let me see. What a neat book!" Triss exclaimed. (It was Nancy Wilson's _Our Mother Tongue_) She then proceeded to tell Mariel how much she was going to enjoy Winston Grammar.
"Where's MY grammar book?" Cornflower pouted. I explained that she didn't have to do grammar yet, but that response disappointed her, so I shall have to get her a new Mad Libs next time we are at Cracker Barrel.
We started our summer schedule today, which consists of the Ambleside readings that have not been finished, some math, music and a few incidental things that haven't been completed yet (penmanship workbook for Mariel, Apologia for Triss, etc.) We eliminated all the little everyday things that we have tried desperately to be consistent at doing all year-- copywork, dictation, memory work, poetry recitation, grammar. The little things really add up after awhile. We felt at liberty today having such short lists. That must be why the children rejoiced at the sight of their new grammar books.
Yeah, that must be it.