Tomorrow we will be talking about Squanto and making some Native American crafts.
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Monday, November 25, 2013
This week instead of our regularly scheduled schooling the middles (namely Jathan and Ryland) and I are studying about Thanksgiving. Jathan and I have already been reading a great historical fiction series about the Pilgrims called The American Adventure. Book one tells about life in England and Holland as well as the treacherous journey to America. Book two is centered around the experiences of the two main characters, siblings John and Sarah, in their new home, Plymouth.
Today we used the Abeka book Thanksgiving flash-a-cards to talk about how the Thanksgiving story began focusing on the Mayflower.
After reading we got crafty! I had taken an empty orange juice container and cut off one side. Jathan cut strips of brown construction paper then glued the "boards" into place on his ship.
Later we cut sails from white construction paper and hole punched them at the tops and bottoms. We slid them onto a dowel rod and secured it to the inside of the boat using a piece of clay. Then tada! The Mayflower sails!
One of the boys FAVORITE things lately has been coloring so of course I had a Mayflower coloring page for them today. Ryland has a real penchant for rainbows which drives Jathan nuts, lol!
Can you see the differences in the personalities come out in their artwork? Ryland fills the whole page with color and Jathan is simple and sensible.
Tomorrow we are going to make some TP roll Pilgrims to sail in our ship. Now I'm off to work on a Thanksgiving banner for our window--Mama likes getting crafty, too!
Saturday, November 23, 2013
Tonight, per a certain three-year old's request, I squished myself onto a (very sturdy) toddler bed. I laid there beside him stroking his hair while he curled into my body and whispered "I love you" and "Do kangaroos have arms?" His nightlight behind me, I made shadows on the wall. He didn't mind that I can only do a duck and a spider. Then he tucked his head into the crook of my arm and stayed there until his breathing became slow and steady and his body grew heavy with precious rest. He didn't see the bittersweet tears streaming down my cheeks. I'm so thankful that despite all the times I've failed him, I must have done something right to deserve this sweet boy's love.