Last week was kind of a wash when it came to school stuff. Peter was sick with what we finally figured out was roseola, and spent the week glued to me day and night due to waves of fevers.
So, this week is letter W part 2. We started of running. The boys and I were excited to be back in our groove. Now that I know that I will be heading back to work in September, I am even more determined to make the most of our time.
We read “How Does the Wind Walk” by, Nancy White Carlstrom, which was perfect for a windy spring day. We talked about the wind. Where it comes from? How do we know it’s there? What does it blow? What can’t it blow?
Then we experimented using our own “wind” to move objects.
Clark thought my inclusion of a rock was pretty funny. He nearly turned blue trying to get it to move with his breath.
What’s life with out a little messy fun? This dry oatmeal.
Once the boys exhausted my collection of objects to blow across the table, Peter walked into the kitchen with a plastic golf ball. Aha!
The boys got such a kick out of the game, especially when the ball rolled off of the table and Peter laughed as it bounced across the tile floor.
The boys had a little more air left in them, so I watered down some washable tempura paint and we painted with the wind.
Then we tried blowing the primary colors together to create swirls of secondary colors.
I put it outside to dry, only to turn and find Peter trying to do some foot painting.
Of course, Clarkie thought that too was hilarious.
Finally we bundled up and headed out into the windy day. I started picking weeds (not my favorite W week activity, but necessary) and came across a big fat worm. I must be a changed woman for I picked it up with my fingers to bring it to the patio for the boys to inspect.
Clark was so worried a bird would swoop down and eat it that he kept throwing handfuls of dirt over it.
So I had no choice but to pick it up again so that the boys could all watch how it wiggled across my palm. Then, brave Simon wanted to hold it too.
Clark got curious, then gave it a try too.
Then like a true naturalist, he wanted to rush to return the little worm back to his home in the soil.
What a wonderful day! And we managed to do all of this before 10:30am!
We all needed a rest after that.