As Fall rolls closer I'm feeling all you folks who don't celebrate Christmas only to have it mentioned incessantly all year long. I do celebrate it, & I like it very much indeed. That said, everywhere we turn it's new backpacks, new lunchbags, new clothes, new pencils. Not to mention some kinda crazy frenetic race to make sure that every child we know is enrolled in not only 6+ hours of class a day, but 6+ hours of random classes per week, as well. D was just saying that we grew up with 55 miles an hour being normal. Today's little ones are totally comfortable at 70 miles an hour, so no matter what they are 15 ahead of us at all times. To us that's plenty justification to stop, at any time, to just stop completely. To take a few breaths, & holding hands, begin again. Slowly.
counting + measuring + laziness = multiplying
We do know, though, that there are a few very well-intentioned family & friends who's doubts & concerns are exacerbated at this time of year. (They aren't critical, but they are...funny with their little tidbits) We are so grateful that they care, though, & are willing to keep sharing. I really think that's so important. Here's a few pictures of our math & science "classes" today, because I know it's a bit tough to picture what we actually do:
had a great little game posted: you fill a matchbox with small objects & then proceed to count them, the object being to get in as many as possible. She said it kept her daughter Marley engaged for hours. Marley & Love "met" as infants, & I figured since they're the same age, it would work at our house, too. Love can be a bit of a "Tom Sawyer," as my mom calls me. His Dad is, too. We all like having other people's help. So he wanted me to count for him. I wasn't going to count for him, of course. He asked for a "faster, easier way to do this." So in came the measuring spoons. He got the concept right away, "okay, 1 T. + 1t. = 100." I suggested drawing the spoons,so we could count them afterwards & we did. He
suggested tracing the box & putting in one grain to represent every measured quantity. Umm, yeah. Six years can do multiplication & replacement, apparently. This was not genius stuff. This was play. Then we counted the remainders (ooh, long division, here we come!) & added that on. This was really fun.
Our sweet friend Jessie brought the boys a bunch of old gourds & helped them paint them to make maracas. One was cracked so we pulled a piece out to make a birdhouse, which was an exciting possibility, until I pointed out that it might not get used until the Spring. Once they began filling their shoes with water, they needed the birdhouse.
The weight of the water pulled the gourd open & it proceeded to drip, drip, drip. For hours, actually. And filled countless vessels with various shades of mucky water. Much, much more exciting than a birdhouse, right?
Water Pressure Studies
Tonka wanted to fill up his balloon with all that lovely yellow, but it didn't work. The hose did, though!