Friday, June 5, 2020

First Day of Summer

Summer is here! Our first day of summer was pretty typical: playing outside ALL day long, talking really loud to each other, followed by more playing outside. After 10 weeks of homeschooling, the kids were excited to see a (fairly) blank schedule for their day. Once again, they took over the mud kitchen as they attempted to build mud cakes. Our one activity for the day was building their own bubble wands (with pipe cleaners) and blow bubbles. Even the older kids loved this and made several fun shaped wands.

Despite the first day of summer losing some of it's specialness due to the kidlets being together off and on over the last 10 weeks (something that typically doesn't happen when they're in school), but they still had a great day!

Still playing math games. The older kids love playing Prodigy and battling against each other (battling means solving math problems to gain points). Since I'd like to keep things fresh in everyone's mind, each school subject gets a day this summer. Monday's are social studies days, Tuesday's are science, Wednesday's are the arts, Thursday's are math days, and Friday's are free days. 

The saw dust sensory bin was still a hit. The kids pretend the saw dust is food and set it up in bowls or pretend to cook with it.

If you build the toys around yourself that means you don't have to share, right? Nope! It's was a good try though.

One of the littles returned and the older kids would not leave him alone. There's always someone there to "help." I have to love it though because they're always looking out for each other.

I looked back to see the parachute being used as a cape. A couple of kids (both mine), attempted to "fly" off of the playset. Miraculously, no one was injured.

Some kids did simple circular bubble wands, but others got creative and attempted square shapes, stars, and a double wand.

A ball stuck in a tree (that he refused to have help getting down).

The kids had to clean the parachute because they decided to use it for their picnic blanket for their picnic lunch that day. It had a fair amount of ketchup on it.

And then a typical conversation:
Me: Why are you sitting on the table? Are you supposed to be on the table?
Kid (Elizabeth, mine; because mine are the worst daycare kids and don't listen well): I'm not.
Me: But you are. 
** takes picture for proof. Kid still sits on table. I show her the picture.
Kid: That's not me.

And that's why I drink on Friday nights.