Climbing through tunnels and jumping on cuddlebags makes static and static in a young girl's hair is SO FUN! Everyone wants it!
Even at 24 months, there's a METHOD to the madness. This little guy in my youngest class insists on keeping his crayons tucked behind his ears.
My little guys and gals are surprisingly good at coloring, tracing, and repeating letter sounds. I didn't expect it to be so easy so young.
My oldest kids are little sponges...and I learn just as much from them as they do (hopefully) from me. For example, last week we celebrated Martin Luther King, Jr. day. I taught the kids about slavery, the Civil Rights Movement (watered down of course), and the impact Martin Luther King Jr. had on our society. They made paper dolls holding hands...each one with different skin color. When I noticed many of the students were using more than one color on one doll and even more on the next-I realized they were totally right. How many of us actually come from just one race/country/ancestry? We are a culmination of many people from many places and many skin colors/languages/cultures. After completing the paper dolls, we created dream bubbles and wrote our dreams. Here are some examples:
My dream was cinderella dancing with the prince."
"My dream is my makeup and hairdryer" (which...this little gal's Dad informed me...she had misplaced earlier that morning)
I was a little concerned that maybe they had missed the whole meaning of I HAVE A DREAM...until I read a blog entry from the mom of two of my little kiddos. Here's what they told her they learned:
"We learned about the man with the 3 microphones. He said, 'I have a dream.' When somebody shot him at his home, he died. He said everyone is very very very good. His dream is about he loved everyone."
"I learned about a dream. A bad man shot him because he was black and the people wasn't liking him because he got black skin. Heavenly Father says 'be nice bad mans and love the man that has black skin.'
I feel humbled after a day of preschool at Heavenly Father's plan. How truly incredible are children with their innocence and trust.
My little guys and gals are surprisingly good at coloring, tracing, and repeating letter sounds. I didn't expect it to be so easy so young.
My oldest kids are little sponges...and I learn just as much from them as they do (hopefully) from me. For example, last week we celebrated Martin Luther King, Jr. day. I taught the kids about slavery, the Civil Rights Movement (watered down of course), and the impact Martin Luther King Jr. had on our society. They made paper dolls holding hands...each one with different skin color. When I noticed many of the students were using more than one color on one doll and even more on the next-I realized they were totally right. How many of us actually come from just one race/country/ancestry? We are a culmination of many people from many places and many skin colors/languages/cultures. After completing the paper dolls, we created dream bubbles and wrote our dreams. Here are some examples:
" My dream is about the man that died when they shot him" (Martin Luther King...we watched a YouTube movie about his life)
"My dream is about a nice dinosaur that loves me"My dream was cinderella dancing with the prince."
"My dream is my makeup and hairdryer" (which...this little gal's Dad informed me...she had misplaced earlier that morning)
I was a little concerned that maybe they had missed the whole meaning of I HAVE A DREAM...until I read a blog entry from the mom of two of my little kiddos. Here's what they told her they learned:
"We learned about the man with the 3 microphones. He said, 'I have a dream.' When somebody shot him at his home, he died. He said everyone is very very very good. His dream is about he loved everyone."
"I learned about a dream. A bad man shot him because he was black and the people wasn't liking him because he got black skin. Heavenly Father says 'be nice bad mans and love the man that has black skin.'
I feel humbled after a day of preschool at Heavenly Father's plan. How truly incredible are children with their innocence and trust.
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