8th. 4th. 2nd.

Babe and I started today by preparing an activity for Bubs and Z. Babe was so proud to be able to help. Maybe I won’t have to work so much at home anymore! Just set aside a time in the morning and do it all with Babe! 

In Math, we practiced a bit more with subtraction and I had her check her work by reading them backwards and checking if the addition sentences were correct, too. She loves doing that. It’s so funny to watch her brain realize what is happening.

I gave her a bit more challenging work today but she wasn’t into it much, so I’ll try again tomorrow.

While Babe was working on Math, I had Bubs and Z practice their cutting skills. Bubs is actually really good at this and followed the line perfectly. Z needed a bit of help snapping the spring-loaded scissors together but the strength is growing.

Once they each had a nice pile of flower cards, I handed them their own big sheet of paper with five boxes on it. I put one of each colored flower in the boxes and then had them glue the matching cards.

 

After everyone was done with their activity, we discussed some signs of Spring. Babe knew them pretty well, so I told them we were now going to make flowers. I set them up with squares of tissue paper, showed them how to accordion-fold...and the rest was history. Apparently I didn’t quite remember how to make these flowers, so I called the craft a bust and brought out the paint.

No one seemed to mind.

Clean up. Outside play. Lunch.

After lunch, Babe and I discussed a few more details of yesterday’s book, “Mrs. McNosh Hangs Up Her Wash.”

“How could you tell the setting of the story was her backyard?”

“Because I saw her house!”

“You did? Where?”

I knew that none of the illustrations showed her house, but Babe was adamant about seeing it, so I let her flip through the pages. She found the page she thought she saw it.

“Oh. That’s not a house. That’s just a bucket of water. How can she wash clothes with that?”

I then described how people used to wash clothes - with soapy water and a washboard.

“Weird.”

ha!

“OK, if you could ask Sarah Weeks (the author) anything you could about this story, what would you ask?”

“I’d ask her why she didn’t show the house!”

So funny.

I wanted to end the day with writing another poem (Babe’s homework included listing some rhyming words for “fox”), but Babe was so out of it I just skipped it altogether. We had a couple of minutes before dance, so I let her relax with some WordGirl.

Tuesday complete.