tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238933574749552122024-02-07T14:50:34.806-08:00the diary of jfollowing the interests of a toddler in a reggio-inspired wayMs. Erin's HeartRoomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494290827491084710noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223893357474955212.post-4754776562938980272012-03-14T13:06:00.001-07:002012-03-14T13:06:16.458-07:00slicing watermelon<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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J was getting a little antsy so I offered him a few large slices of watermelon and a butter knife.<br />
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When he held the knife upside down, I ran his finger lightly over the serrated edge showing him this was the sharp, cutting part of the knife.<br />
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He understood then:<br />
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And he was content as could be!</div>Ms. Erin's HeartRoomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494290827491084710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223893357474955212.post-60380318038085177802012-03-14T13:04:00.001-07:002012-03-14T13:05:07.628-07:00caution tape<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">While he was wrapping he said:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Later I found the caution tape trail ended in the master bathroom, lol. I've left this up for several days and don't have the heart to take it down yet! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It has been a long time since I've posted in this blog. We've been really busy as J has a new brother who is is now four months old, and I work full time. I also find it really hard to always have a camera at hand at home AND I don't really want to live all of our lives online. </span><div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But here is a little photo documentation of one of J's structures, made of blocks and straws with a road, and what looks like pieces of Nutter Butters!</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Anytime we come across construction it's a given that we stop to check out what's going on and what machines and tools are being used.<br />
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Today at the park we say a cement truck pouring some concrete. We watched the operator set up the chute from three different parts. We listened as the truck beeped as it backed up trying to get into position.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My parents were kind enough to purchase this marvelous kitchen play set for J when he was about a year and a half (its nicer than my real kitchen, that's for sure):</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Counterclockwise from the kitchenette against the sofa is his table and chair set, a gift from his Titi (Aunt Katie). </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">On the opposite wall from the kitchenette is one of J's shelves of toys. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Well, J and I hope you enjoyed the tour! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">He got busy and we talked about the different colors and textures of the flowers as we went.</span><br />
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</div>Ms. Erin's HeartRoomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494290827491084710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223893357474955212.post-56611701874475310112011-07-02T10:37:00.001-07:002011-07-02T11:16:24.654-07:00bricks and sticks<div><p>This is my first attempt to blog via my mobile and let me tell you, I'm being outsmarted by my smartphone.</p>
<p>Anyhoo, J and I are spending the holiday with my family up at my parent's lake house. It's the perfect opportunity for some activities that involve nature. </p>
<p>After the mega-storm system that ran down Lake Michigan yesterday, the ground was littered with sticks. J was gathering some up so I offered him this brick with holes in it.</p>
<p>He immediately got the idea and began placing the sticks in the holes (very Montessori -ish, no?)</p>
<p>It's a good thing I didn't wait until the end to take a picture because immediately after he placed the last stick he knocked them all down. </p>
<p>Oh well!</p>
<p>Ok I'm about to publish. Lets see if the photos end up in the right spot. I'm not convinced. </p>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">At first he wanted to blow the candle out without waiting for me to sing Happy Birthday, which was fine with me. </span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aKHk8IjPMSM/TgeNr066fMI/AAAAAAAADuI/CTcWolmLE30/s640/IMG_20110621_162422.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aKHk8IjPMSM/TgeNr066fMI/AAAAAAAADuI/CTcWolmLE30/s320/IMG_20110621_162422.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Happy 2nd birthday, my little angel! </span></div>Ms. Erin's HeartRoomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494290827491084710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223893357474955212.post-62120223191074765122011-06-26T17:05:00.000-07:002011-06-26T17:05:06.652-07:00Touch a Truck<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The other day we took a field trip to our local Touch a Truck event. It's pretty neat. They park a whole bunch of trucks in a parking lot and the children get a hands on feel for the different kinds vehicles. They got to sit in the drivers seat, honk the horns and fiddle with all the buttons. J loves anything with a motor, so this event caused him to be in heaven!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">He got to experience a front end loader:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It was a fantastic day:</span><br />
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</div>Ms. Erin's HeartRoomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494290827491084710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223893357474955212.post-78149061287016151442011-06-26T12:02:00.000-07:002011-06-26T12:02:18.944-07:00rocks in a wooden display case<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I bought this wooden display case at a city-wide garage sale (and wow does it need a dusting). </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">At first J and I used this to sort his vintage cars from his father's old collection. This was in May, right before his 2nd birthday and he showed a brief interest in the activity.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I love to organize things like this and as a child I would have spend hours rearranging some collection or another. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Anyway, I cleaned up and tucked the wooden display case under the couch until yesterday when I wondered if J would like to sort another type of collection so I brought out my jar of black river rocks. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This time he was eager. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I filled the box with dried pasta and put it in J's pantry. It was a perfect fit. I told J there was a surprise in his cabinet and to go and see. He squealed when he saw the pasta box! He said, "Noodles!". </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The end! </span></div>Ms. Erin's HeartRoomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494290827491084710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223893357474955212.post-26880449032800657462011-03-30T06:56:00.000-07:002011-03-30T06:56:19.865-07:00nurturing the babies<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The other day I noticed J had lined up his "babies" and covered them with his beloved blanket. Then he gave each of them a bottle or sippy cup:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The end! </span></div>Ms. Erin's HeartRoomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494290827491084710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223893357474955212.post-51127038000357381522011-03-20T15:43:00.000-07:002011-03-30T06:25:28.539-07:00finding hooks<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">J has been mentioning hooks a lot lately. He came into my bedroom and when he saw I had hung my sports bra on the dresser knob, he cried, "hook! hook!" He then proceeded to try and hang it on the other dresser knobs. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">After a few more hook mentions (he hung is art bib after <a href="http://hislittleworldofwonder.blogspot.com/2011/03/window-painting.html">window painting</a> on my dresser hook too) I realized he was (duh) showing an interest in hooks. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">After his nap today I offered J his book bag and asked him if he wanted to find some hooks. I apologize in advance for the poor quality of these photos. I used my camera phone and little J is quite fast and often looks like a blur. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The first hook he found was the one holding up the diaper bag. He couldn't reach and moved on:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_3YS5AWuOyXQ/TYZ_iRfDWQI/AAAAAAAAC9U/RlyqfqEQC8c/s288/IMG_20110320_163108.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_3YS5AWuOyXQ/TYZ_iRfDWQI/AAAAAAAAC9U/RlyqfqEQC8c/s288/IMG_20110320_163108.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Next his changing table knobs: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxSbaZnb32WglPCCKRYUAiFHJxeS1EvkuyZw1c0xHSozWEuyGQJ8pIV7XGXFyI27fH5N-zVZWtKTVAtOG1sfES2cS7oqytowvDvWY1BHCtdgJx56yU3n2X3YWydZ2eay3Pix38K6JryYwt/s288/IMG_20110320_163113.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxSbaZnb32WglPCCKRYUAiFHJxeS1EvkuyZw1c0xHSozWEuyGQJ8pIV7XGXFyI27fH5N-zVZWtKTVAtOG1sfES2cS7oqytowvDvWY1BHCtdgJx56yU3n2X3YWydZ2eay3Pix38K6JryYwt/s288/IMG_20110320_163113.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The bathroom door where we got distracted by his makeshift ball pit:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQXeiQ4l5t1qlSEQP0xMGGv-dRMuNRqJLEiHqlb5Vkrmo1_rWEKhz31F2w88Y_BwXCMOHFKXV7wZfFYbL4LMnHy78genGb03rXqzii0uqGbyRd-HgO5a3UhmkTz5zuo-gY8JygGBNvk2We/s288/IMG_20110320_163307.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQXeiQ4l5t1qlSEQP0xMGGv-dRMuNRqJLEiHqlb5Vkrmo1_rWEKhz31F2w88Y_BwXCMOHFKXV7wZfFYbL4LMnHy78genGb03rXqzii0uqGbyRd-HgO5a3UhmkTz5zuo-gY8JygGBNvk2We/s288/IMG_20110320_163307.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">(We stopped a minute to play)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYKTSPr0mUP0fM2TYYDNOg90JoN95hiv9GPgESmU7A8ZbhHMcmIYFf5aU3xBpWeGHBXa4Rj_SikHcERS5Nsv95FbOV6qgT6Al3Rhp457VIT17ZCyaflaij3FdA0h6C82RpR2ZXHcSHB4lq/s288/IMG_20110320_163403.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYKTSPr0mUP0fM2TYYDNOg90JoN95hiv9GPgESmU7A8ZbhHMcmIYFf5aU3xBpWeGHBXa4Rj_SikHcERS5Nsv95FbOV6qgT6Al3Rhp457VIT17ZCyaflaij3FdA0h6C82RpR2ZXHcSHB4lq/s288/IMG_20110320_163403.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">When he got out he was happy to resume the activity:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjapBzzoKC7ep8FoyckiJmX_RmH32YGlHzQ04GrGrDMgt9wVsGsFRP4gHyBqyMmMcS4o47cB5EXqGinez04gclZTGq1xfdsJG5wYqwKPN2UOcxKXEB5re-giqfHQA9UKquT-y4QJl9DjhRe/s288/IMG_20110320_163751.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjapBzzoKC7ep8FoyckiJmX_RmH32YGlHzQ04GrGrDMgt9wVsGsFRP4gHyBqyMmMcS4o47cB5EXqGinez04gclZTGq1xfdsJG5wYqwKPN2UOcxKXEB5re-giqfHQA9UKquT-y4QJl9DjhRe/s288/IMG_20110320_163751.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">When he got to the buffet, he said, "Hook? No." But he gave it a shot anyway:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_3YS5AWuOyXQ/TYaAOlqQMLI/AAAAAAAAC-g/dlwZmgPS5Vs/s288/IMG_20110320_163847.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_3YS5AWuOyXQ/TYaAOlqQMLI/AAAAAAAAC-g/dlwZmgPS5Vs/s288/IMG_20110320_163847.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We were on our way downstairs when he found the door handle worked:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKS4ItEpFOovpOocE6lP5pD1UtsLWVlKjPJoATzNcO3O-pry4gwJ_4eP5eKgvKiOr9ZgeP_ErC1LVxqhjTgACJcLofPz7FR02Jt7jRvQslKtg9YrtVWYWdG13sl-G-WztwN1R9aJMKgNEv/s288/IMG_20110320_163935.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKS4ItEpFOovpOocE6lP5pD1UtsLWVlKjPJoATzNcO3O-pry4gwJ_4eP5eKgvKiOr9ZgeP_ErC1LVxqhjTgACJcLofPz7FR02Jt7jRvQslKtg9YrtVWYWdG13sl-G-WztwN1R9aJMKgNEv/s288/IMG_20110320_163935.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">After this he had a tantrum because he couldn't go outside yet. I suspected he was hungry so we stopped to have a snack (another tantrum ensued because he couldn't have chocolate). After he calmed down he happily ate his banana with peanut butter and graham crackers. Then daddy came home from the auto parts store and hanging out with him in the garage fixing the truck became more attractive. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">To be continued in the basement! </span></div>Ms. Erin's HeartRoomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494290827491084710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223893357474955212.post-29791926459963407082011-03-20T11:30:00.000-07:002011-03-20T11:30:27.567-07:00vinegar and baking soda experinment<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">An oldie but goodie. We used a pipette and a salt shaker bottle to transfer vinegar into a tray of baking soda. (I use Colorations liquid watercolors instead of food coloring because it doesn't stain). </span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">J was delighted with the bubbles it made. He said, "bubbles" and "izzy" (fizzy). Eventually we had to refill the vinegar and replace the baking soda (three times). Then we reversed the process and added baking soda to a cup of vinegar. He liked this process better. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div>Ms. Erin's HeartRoomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494290827491084710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223893357474955212.post-81664905585297059832011-03-20T11:20:00.000-07:002011-03-20T11:20:51.841-07:00transferring beans<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">These beans reminded me of TicTacs. So I thought I'd set out my empty container for a transferring activity. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_3YS5AWuOyXQ/TYY96JlEUEI/AAAAAAAAC8s/lbDlpXTBkVo/s640/IMG_20110319_170905.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_3YS5AWuOyXQ/TYY96JlEUEI/AAAAAAAAC8s/lbDlpXTBkVo/s320/IMG_20110319_170905.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I poured all the beans into the cup because I wasn't sure how many he'd want to do. Apparently it was too much, or the container I put them in was too tight because he dumped them on the tray either in frustration or for better access, I'm not sure. He hasn't been interested in doing this activity again, so I think it was a bit too much (though he put about 10 beans in). </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div>Ms. Erin's HeartRoomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494290827491084710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223893357474955212.post-19020961521841412002011-03-20T11:14:00.000-07:002011-03-20T11:14:14.413-07:00window painting<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I recently set up our basement for messy play. We (well, my husband) repainted it from the Pepto Bismol color it was to something more contemporary and tiled half the floor for easy clean up. But I have yet to utilize this space because the light on our main floor is so brilliant and inviting, especially coming from our sliding glass door. I finally gave in and bought some BioColor paint for some window painting. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Now, J is wearing a smock in this photo because he asked for one. I don't like most smocks because I think they are so bulky. But we had this old bib (that he never used to want to wear) so I put it on him and let him paint away. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div>Ms. Erin's HeartRoomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494290827491084710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223893357474955212.post-32775572121275374792011-03-20T11:03:00.000-07:002011-03-20T11:03:05.293-07:00the power of absorbtion (or using a sponge)!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I got this idea from Melissa from <a href="http://chasingcheerios.blogspot.com/2010/09/wiping-tray-with-sponge.html">Chasing Cheerios</a> (I love her blog, J and I will be trying out many of her activities).</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I set up a tray, a sponge, and a salt shaker of water. I showed J how to sprinkle the water onto the tray and how to wipe it up with the sponge. He was very engaged in this activity wiping and sprinkling over and over.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> Ah, sweet sweet concentration! I actually managed to unload and load the dishwasher! </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I set him up with a tray, some tongs, a bowl of pom poms and an egg tray. He did the rest! </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div>Ms. Erin's HeartRoomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494290827491084710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223893357474955212.post-25043788306389411372011-03-18T11:50:00.000-07:002011-03-18T11:50:59.047-07:00J's interest in trains<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">J is fascinated by anything with a motor, be it large or small. But he has shown a particular interest in trains. He constantly brings me books with trains to read, and he watches in rapt fascination when we get stopped by one (now I turn off a side road to get closer to one if we are too far away in traffic).</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Knowing this, I brought him to a park we don't normally visit because of its nearness to some railroad tracks. First we went and observed the tracks. Then we went to play in the park for a little bit until we heard a whistle blowing in the distance. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">After the train went by we investigated the gate. I explained how the gate went down when a train was coming and that it means cars have to stop. (We got closer to the gate than this photo, but I was alone and unable to photograph up close for obvious safety reasons). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">J has a set of wooden train tracks that he builds with daily. I wonder if we could focus a little on creating a gate for it or recreate the movements of the gate and the train using our bodies.</span><br />
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</div>Ms. Erin's HeartRoomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494290827491084710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223893357474955212.post-38388892657564217922011-03-18T11:24:00.000-07:002011-03-18T11:24:09.673-07:00straws in a containter...in the tub!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Bath time is always a struggle. J likes the bath once he gets in, but getting him in there can be an ordeal. Today I enticed him with a container and straws. We do a lot of Montessori-inspired transferring activities, but have yet to try them in the tub. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">At first J struggled with the empty bottle because of it's buoyancy (it tended to flip over) and wanted to stand up. Not wanting him to slip, I opened the cap and filled it with water so it was more stable. I gave J about 30 straws and he patiently put them in one by one, but he could have easily done more. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It seems he wanted to challenge himself so he tried to do a couple at a time, and he did struggle:</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I lifted him up and offered him a bowl of flour and a spoon and a small jar of thyme. He then said, "milk?" I told him we couldn't play with milk, but offered him some stale iced tea I had in the back of the fridge that I had been meaning to pour out. I put a splash into a measuring cup and set it close by, refilling it when he wanted more:</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">He poured and sprinkled, and tinkered with the lid of the jar for a little while. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEl1h8SVJM2MTl23mS7USYcukNR50C_dV9ASHvypKY0hwkc5A2PkGeMXNIxNBmEG_r0O9zUE8gjjBpf-DTYnUdChmh2SX2uP9sESpnIKJNZYkFwFbBy1wrzKsPtaSrDOWEcfoIDNWvMHpW/s640/P3090184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEl1h8SVJM2MTl23mS7USYcukNR50C_dV9ASHvypKY0hwkc5A2PkGeMXNIxNBmEG_r0O9zUE8gjjBpf-DTYnUdChmh2SX2uP9sESpnIKJNZYkFwFbBy1wrzKsPtaSrDOWEcfoIDNWvMHpW/s320/P3090184.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Then I remembered I had some coffee grounds still in the coffee maker, and curious to see what he would do with them, I set them nearby as well. J said "coffee, uck!" and filled up a measuring spoon. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">He then dug his hand in and said, "uh oh, mess!" and needed me to clean his hand (he definitely doesn't get this from me!) After cleaning up J decided he was done. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This interaction made me realize that my baby is talking now and I had better start documenting his words! </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div>Ms. Erin's HeartRoomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494290827491084710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223893357474955212.post-17917972832694703562011-03-01T14:19:00.000-08:002011-03-01T14:19:50.551-08:00everything in a row<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I love when children line things up in a row. To me it indicates the beginning of mathematical thinking: intentional organization, categorization and pattern making. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">J is interested in lining up almost anything:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Cars:</span><br />
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</div>Ms. Erin's HeartRoomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494290827491084710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223893357474955212.post-5957055564164101922011-02-20T09:03:00.000-08:002011-02-20T09:03:56.409-08:00pennies in a bunny bank<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I love these Montessori type activities because they work on fine motor and build concentration. Initially I had 10 pennies on the tray. But he burned through them and banked about 15 more. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Please note, pennies,as with all small objects, are choking hazards. I have worked long and hard with J about what kinds of things he can taste and what kinds of things he cannot put in his mouth. If he doesn't know he will look to me for guidance. Still, whenever J works with small objects such as these I keep careful watch over him and the objects he is using.</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The end! </span><br />
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