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Bridging the Million Word Gap
We know reading to children is vitally important. We have all been told that we must read to our little ones. Whether we were told by our physicians, pediatricians, teachers, other parents, our own parents, or we read it in every baby book or blog post, we know reading is important. Now here's what I want you to know... (especially before you read the rest of this article) ...it is better to begin reading late than to not begin at all.
Alongside shamrocks, lots of green and leprechauns, March play is often full of rainbows! You may be lucky enough to see a real rainbow this month if you live somewhere with a climate that allows for rain in March but sadly for us up north in the Canadian winterland, we still have snow… and lots of it. So I suppose the only rainbows we will be seeing are the ones leading us to the pots of gold! 🌈✨
The writing on the stone is the powerful philosophy by which I find myself guided as a teacher. This stone was a gift to me from a student and it is something I keep close so that I don't ever lose my way in the plethora of pedagogical approaches that teachers have. You see, Plutarch's philosophical definition of education is something I am very passionate about because when it comes to teaching, I don't teach... I light fires.
These jars are some of my favourite little play items! Easy to make and they are entertaining and engaging for brand new babies, toddlers and big kids alike! I first made them for Lilly to play with she was around 3 months old. She’s now almost two and they are still a relevant play thing and have become a fun learning tool for her! Let me share how I use and make these superb little Sensory Jars!
Let Them Be Messy
Hundreds of colourful buttons cascade from the button box in my toddler's hands onto the carpet floor. Every inch of my entire body is silently cringing while I force a smile and cherrily say, "Wow! Look at all those buttons on the floor!" My little one delights in her precious pile of poured buttons and begins her curious exploration and observation after noting my supportive reaction. Beside her, I clasp my hands together fighting back the urge to quickly begin picking them all up off the floor. I remind myself that the mess matters to her and dive into her eager exploration.
Every time I see you it is like I am seeing you for the very first time. You light up a room when you enter it and you make it so hard for anyone not to stare. Your natural blonde curls twist over your bare shoulders and that sparkling evergreen dress you are in tonight was a really great choice. Dress to impress, the invitation had said and you definitely did. Hugging your curves perfectly and accentuating every piece of you, your dress incessantly shimmers in the soft glow coming from the chandelier above, even though there isn’t much dress there. The dress beautifully cascades down to the floor, it plunges deep between your breasts, exposing more skin that I can handle tonight. I have to look away from you. I can feel myself getting too excited. I admire you. Your grace, your taste, and your natural ability to exist in a space with confidence are everything I want in a wife. Your smile is so inviting. You’re happy tonight. That is all that I want for you, you know. The music begins to play and the lavish party is now in full swing. Valet service for those who chose to drive themselves, all warm coats and bags checked in upon arrival with champagne is being served by the staff along with simple appetizers on silver platters, it is one hell of a party. People have gathered in various corners, laughing and reminiscing on the past year. Others are celebrating early, clinking their glasses to the new year ahead, shouting ‘Happy New Year’ as the bubbly spills from the gold-rims. You’re laughing now, at something he said and playfully touching his arm. That should be me making you laugh. It should be my arm you’re holding onto.
Tinker trays are taking toddler play to another level these days! Trending on social media, sensory play has given rise to another realm of playtime for young ones! These trays differ from the classic sensory play because these don’t contain a base material like rice, sand or beans. Don’t worry though, these tinker trays still create open-ended opportunities for play! Little hands delight in exploration, experimentation, manipulation and learning-based play with tiny items carefully chosen by you! Blending together the best pieces of ideologies like Montessori and Reggio with added fundamentals of sensory play and learning-based play, these tinker trays also bolster a big opportunity to fine tune those fine motor skills.
Adventures in Entomology
With only a few short months left of warmth before we are covered completely in snow up here in Canada, I am definitely making the most of my time spent outdoors with my toddler! One thing we both love to do right now are tiny treasure hunts around our yard. This all started when spring brought hundreds of tiny bright orange ladybugs to our backyard and my little girl was overjoyed with their presence! Each day we would scour the yard in search of these little ladybugs. She would squeal with delight upon spotting one in the grass and beg me to collect it and put it in our potted plants so it could munch on the leaves or mites. Some days we would have a dozen or more little ladybirds collected!
Prologue Mark Riley slid the sleek black key card into the lock on the hotel room door. When the light flashed green granting him entrance, he opened the door to the rather lavish suite that he was happy not to be paying for. An expansive view of Atlanta greeted him through the massive floor to ceiling window that made up the entire far wall of his room as he stepped inside. The skyline of downtown was washed with golden yellow as the sun set on city. What a view. Mark glanced around at the sweeping suite with tired eyes. He pressed his palms into both eyes, praying for the pressure in his head to release. Whether it was from the flight or the not sleeping well the night before (or the last ten years), the grip on his head was relentless. He threw his camera bag and backpack onto the lounge chair in the corner and then threw himself onto the king sized bed. Exhaling hard, he just needed to sleep. He closed his eyes begging for sleep to come for him. His head sank heavily into his pillow as the sun dipped below the horizon.