The short version: We did "nothing" and it was better than school.
Let me explain with the long version: We never planned to homeschool.
There are schools; kids go to them; we simply never thought beyond that.
So when it was suggested that it would be helpful to homeschool Lizzy [for private adoption-related reasons], we said Um, no.
Both boys had time with just Mom to attach and do all the things moms and babies do naturally. Matt was 3 and Josh was 2, and they learned to love and trust doing those things. Oh, dear.
We decided to give her one year. Ideally, she just needed mom time, not education.
So in 2008, Lizzy started grade 3 at home. We went to the pool, went shopping, ran errands, cooked, baked, cleaned, read, played with dolls, played computer games, played inside, played outside, and played some more.
That's it. All year.
And while she began the year far behind Josh (same grade), she ended the year far ahead of him. What?!
We didn't teach. She didn't learn. But somehow we did, and she did, on accident.
Obviously, if her year of "nothing" was better than their year of school, we couldn't send the boys back either. Oh, dear.
So, while we planned to spend a year attaching (which was effective), we accidentally spent a year learning. And then another...
Years later, we're still accidentally learning, but of course now we're roadschooling.