Friday, March 20, 2015

On the Wings of Music (This Captured Moment)

{A snippet of life in this moment.}

This week Pandora has fueled his imagination.

Tacos with a side of Mariachi Fiesta took him to Spain.
Pizza with some Italian Traditional transported him to Italy.
Saint Patrick's Day with Celtic Radio (and Travel With Kids: Ireland) led him to Ireland.
A haircut with Barbershop Quartets turned the bathroom into a barbershop.
General Tso's chicken with Chinese Traditional paved the way to China.
And Amy and Dan with Egyptian Reggae Radio called him to Egypt.

Along the way he's explored the sights, led tour groups, slept in hotels and checked out the bookstores.  (And kept us busy looking up new stations.)

1&2: Their rooms cleaned up as hotel rooms.  (Unexpected perk of their play.)
3: Sheets of words he's copied out of MAPS.  (Just because.)
4:  One of the books he borrowed from the "bookstore" for some light bedtime reading.  (Seriously, out of all of the books on the shelves--why this one?  I'm endlessly curious about what he'll do as he grows.)

*All of these trips were made possible by the magic of the super-speed jet that mostly works like tessering.


Monday, March 16, 2015

Five for the Week

From last week:

1.  Spring is definitely on its way.  We've been having fun stomping in the melting snow.  (Some have even taken to wearing shorts.)

(Fun floating boats from HERE.)

2.  The changing weather has also brought some foggy mornings.

And the squirrels are back out and about.  (In the rain.)

3.  M's favorite song to play these days is Pure Imagination.

 She also likes organizing our snacks.  (Fist bump.)

4.  Last week we had fun hanging out with friends in the backyard.
And at a sweet birthday party. 

5.  We ended the week with Cake Pops on Friday (because it was Friday).

And dinner out on Saturday.

We are loving this more mild weather (though still adjusting to the time change;). 

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Sometimes You Just Need David the Squirrel

Sometimes, at the end of a long day(s), when things are feeling heavy, David the Squirrel might just come to the rescue.

Besides that this makes my dear boy look like a complete mess, his solution to this problem was just what we all needed.  (I promise, he is a much better reader than this--I'm really not sure what happened here--but, alas, it did.)

So...he read "divide" as "David" and "square" as "squirrel."  And, oh my, the whole thing as "Draw David the Squirrel in a square and two rectangles."

I sat down to correct his work and said, "What exactly did you do here?  Where are the lines?  And what is this?"  (Always ask.)

T:  I know!  That one was so silly!  David the squirrel!  Who is that?  I thought that one was just really funny.

Yep.  It was. 

And then we all laughed.  A lot.  Because we seriously needed a good laugh. :)


Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Five for The Week

My parents made a wise choice in rushing away last week.  We did get another (though relatively small) snow storm.  

(At church on a snowy morning.  Picture texted to me by a friend. :)

(M on Monday morning--she practically begs me to let her shovel the driveway.  Fingers crossed that she's this enthusiastic for forever.)

M on Tuesday.  More snow flurries.

While all of this snow has been going on, the kids have really been liking this month's Tinker Crate--working with hydraulics.  (A Beary lift.  His poor neck.)

On Monday we read A LOT of Seuss.  (While I was reading,they were brightening up the dreary outside view with window markers.)
 
We've also started reading the That's Nat! series (my third time) with Beza-- hands down one of my most favorite beginner chapter books and they are perfect for her right now.  (About a preschooler trying to make sense of the world.)

In school, M's been learning about sea creatures.  We finally picked up a few things to look at a bit more closely.  (Calamari and a cockle shell.)



Saturday morning dawned bitterly cold and we had hoped to be able to walk on top of all that snow out there.  The kids were mostly able to.

And while J and I could walk in a few places on the hardened snow, most of the time we sunk in over our knees.  :)

(Me practically sitting on the snow on the swing.)
We ended Saturday with a fun baby shower at church.  (M as a mummy.)

This new week is full of the promise of melting snow and the hopeful sighting of grass!   Our rain boots and toy boats are ready for some serious puddle play.  :)

Tuesday, March 03, 2015

Our Favorite Read Alouds

Reading books together is quite possibly one of my most favorite things to do with my kids.  We have traveled together through the pages of hundreds of books.  

Below is the complete list of all of the chapter books that we've read aloud (since the summer of 2011).  The ones that we have loved the most and would most recommend are marked with an *.  The ones that we've actually loved so much that we've read at least twice are marked with two or more **.


READ ALOUDS
Half Magic
The Trumpet of the Swan

Newberry Award Winners
Wilma Rudolph's Olympic story
Little House Books*
Little Town on the Prairie

Mrs. Piggle Wiggle's Treasury*
Mrs. Piggle Wiggle's Farm

The Borrowers

Roald Dahl
The Twits
George's Marvelous Medicine

Dick King-Smith
Babe: The Gallant Pig
Lady Lollipop
 Martin's Mice*
 A Mouse Named Wolf
The Invisible Dog

Astrid Lindgren
The Children of Noisy Village
Happy Times in Noisy Village

Ronia, the Robber's Daughter*
Pippi Longstocking
Pippi Goes on Board

Cynthia Lord
Rules*
A Handful of Stars*

Patricia St. John
The Tanglewood's Secret   
Three Go Searching
Star of Light
Treasures of the Snow*

The Middle Moffat*
The Moffat Museum
The Alley

Maud Hart Lovelace
Betsy-Tacy*
Betsy-Tacy and Tib
Betsy and Tacy Go Up the Big Hill

Elizabeth Enright
Thimble Summer
Gone-Away Lake

Catwings
Magic Tree House*

POETRY
The Great Frog Race: And Other Poems
A Pizza the Size of the Sun
Winter Bees and Other Poems of the Cold
When We Were Very Young (A.A. Milne)
Now We Are Six (A.A. Milne)
Toasting Marshmallows: Camping Poems
Firefly July: A Year of Very Short Poems
Water Sings Blue
Poetry Speaks to Children
Shel Siverstein*