A Look At The Familiar

We all do it – get complacent with one’s surroundings so that we tune out to new happenings. We eat at the same restaurants, play at the same parks, and see the old sites. It’s safe. Familiar. There is nothing like shaking up the status quo than having guests from out-of-state… or having an international pen-pal or three. Our pen-pals are from Isreal, Australia, and France.  If you were wanting to show someone how awesome your hometown, your state, your country was, what would show them? What is important? This adventure has added several new destinations to our “Places To Go” list, and taught us a lot about our state. For instance, did you know the Lightening Whelk is the only sea shell that opens left to right? 

Considering I’m a perfectionist, it was hard to pull together essentials. Texas is the second largest state, and is diverse in geography as well as population. I’m still collecting free stuff, but have had to limit store-bought items. Most items we got on sale, thanks to the recent holiday. Books were picked up at a used book shop. The U.S. Post Office has a great freebie entitled “Meet the Wonders of America” that is a coloring book representing regions in the U.S. Our local zoo has a trading post that allowed us to barter a menacing-looking cicada killer for two lightening whelk; we’re trying to scrounge more nature items to obtain a third shell.

So far, we have an American Flag, a Presidents of the U.S. placemat, a wipe-off U.S. map, an Oklahoma timeline, a packet of Chili seasoning (sache for Europeans!), beef jerky, a cookbook, a roserock, a lightening whelk seashell,a hispanic prayer candle, a nursery rhyme music cd from a local preschool, a book on road signs, an American Atlas, a leathercraft kit, a dreamcatcher kit, a book about American Indians, a money game, a magnet explaining the term “Oklahoma Sooners,” and a harmonica. We have also made a booklet about major Texas cities, our weather, sports teams, and the things we do on a daily basis. We have not collected a pecan praline or a Texas Ranger badge, which was on the list. We plan to go to the tourism office to pick up pamphlets of fun things to do.

So the question is, what would you put into a box to let people know about your little part of the world?

What One Can Learn From A Swimming Pool

 Summer heat in Texas means we spend a lot of time in our backyard pool. While it is usually clear due to daddy’s constant supervision, there are times we get in the water and see floating pieces of nature. What is this? How did it get in the water? Why are some leaves green and some brown? Pickle was fascinated by the leaf that was curled. Why didn’t the water soften it like the others? (Since I abhor killing things, this is also a better way to investigate insects because there is always something in the skimmer basket!)

 While we were swimming, we noticed the pool return shot water out into in certain places. We took a ball and placed it next to the return, and saw how far it would push it into the pool. What caused this water to move the ball? There were many returns in our pool. Did one push the ball further than the others? This was a fun game we played for quite awhile.

After we had a swim, we noticed our fingers! Daddy calls them “Wrinkly fingers,” Mommy calls them “Pruny fingers,” and Pickle calls them “Squiggly fingers.” What do you call them? More importantly, what causes it? Are your toes squiggly, too? Why doesn’t your whole body get squiggly?

Olympic Rings

I have been on a geography kick lately.  We have several penpals from across the world, and received a lovely postcard from one family in Russia earlier this week. The Olympics are also starting later this month. It is only natural that we spend some time on geography.

Unfortunately, Pickle has no idea what the Olympics are, although he has a certain fascination with circles. He also enjoys making messes so the art project today was right up his alley. The Olympic rings were made out of coffee filters, painted with an eye dropper and food coloring.

All in all, it turned out well and kept Pickle’s interest. I was disappointed in the color black, which turned out looking a tad too purple. Pickle liked squeezing the food coloring (a little too much!), and using the eye dropper. The eye dropper was an excellent fine motor skill activity that will help with holding a crayon. I let him use the paintbrushto mix the food coloring in the paint. Next time I won’t use gel colors,which tend to clump.

I cut the yellow and green rings apart. Pickle helped me by telling me “over” and “under” to weave them through the other colors. This reinforced directions that were covered in his therapy class today.

3, 2, 1… Blast Off!

I went through a few hours of guilt. Pickle has asked for a “Doctor” birthday party for the past several months. I have been unsuccessful in finding a venue for such a party, and am not ready to have a houseful of toddlers. I agonized about the appropriateness of decorations and if parent’s of peers would be upset if we had jello-mold brains for their three- and four-year-old’s to dissect. Not too many three-year-olds ask about brains, the digestive system, or want to see bones. Our son is interested in being a doctor due to his own health issues. It was one of the first “pretend” games he played, which is significant since he is on the Autism spectrum. Not all children are as eager to pull a chart, grab a stethoscope, prescribe medicine, and administer bandaids. Pickle knows that doctors make you feel better, and he wants to grow up to be that person for someone. How noble is that?

Sometime we put so much pressure on ourselves as parents, wanting to give our children as much happiness as we can. This can be a destructive cycle; we  don’t always get what we want and a child needs to learn this as much as they need academics and life skills. It is a fine line a parent walks from encouraging interests to becoming obsessive. When you have a child that doesn’t have the usual “normal” experiences, I think it is natural to want to make their birthday wishes come true. My distress, however, was making me procrastinate. It was getting down to the wire and a real possibility everything that would be a good fit for his personality would be booked. Certain things are out – loud, noisy, crowded. Most children don’t do well in these chaotic birthday environments – doubly so for the child on the spectrum. We wanted to invite his new friends from therapy, so it was important to find a place where all of his friends would feel comfortable. That is when I remembered the Museum of Nature and Science offered a planetarium party. It is actually held in the Nature Building, which is a lot more quiet and a lot less crowded. It also has dinosaur fossils, glowing minerals under a blacklight, and a bat cave. Upon leaving the building, there is a huge bronze elephant to climb on, plus an area where one can feed huge turtles in the lagoon. Check, check, check.

With all my stress and anxiety about not being able to delivery a doctor birthday party, I felt I needed to “sell” him on a space party. I don’t know why. Ok… yes, I felt like a failure because I couldn’t deliver on the party he has talked about for 3 months. Space is another big interest of Pickle’s, though. He was immediately smitten, especially when he saw a mock invitation of him as an astronaut walking on the moon. I need to more readily rely on faith that things will all turn out.

To capitalize on his excitement, we decided to create a universe with the planets. I taped together several pieces of black construction paper. Using thinned white tempera paint in a small squirt bottle, Pickle misted “stars” on the black paper. Since our weather is already hot, the paint dried quickly. I’m ashamed to say that I still am not certain of the order of the planets. Luckily, I have a child fascinated with space. He was easily able to apply the planets in order without mommy’s help! Lastly, we painted a footprint space shuttle that I personalized with his picture. This was an activity we did over several days. While it was all information he knew, it was a good way to reinforce his learning and get him excited about his upcoming party. We are counting down for a birthday blast off!

Geography for Breakfast

Pickle points to where we live.

Teachable moments are given to us all the time, if we only take the opportunity. Sometime it takes a little bit of preplanning and patience to wait for the right moment. Take, for instance, our geography conversation at breakfast today. Sometime one simply placed prompt can be the door to open a conversation that covers Language Arts, Math, Social Studies, and Science!

We have a laminated (store bought) place mat on the table in preparation for the Olympics later this month. I am mainly using it to reinforce where we live on the Earth. Pickle knows what a globe is and that a globe is the same as the Earth, but is having difficulty understanding the Earth can be shown as a flat surface. (It doesn’t help that Antartica is shown next to Argentina on the flat map, and that every country is a different colour than our globe!) He also is confused about pointing to the United States as the place we live since it does not look like our home state; our flat map does not have individual state outlines.

At breakfast, he pointed to Russia and asked what it was. This led to a point-and-tell geography game. (This was most difficult for his geography-challenged mother, but I am determined he will be fluent in geography!)  To model how to learn, I showed him how each country name is listed on the bottom of the flat map with a corresponding number, and sometime mom didn’t know all the answers either! I freely admit having to look up Bhutan on the index. After this stump-mommy-with-geography game, I then asked him to show me where Meme and Poppy live in Oklahoma. This prompted him to tell me a fantastic story about how he and Aunt Courtney took her dog and traveled to Mexico. Naturally, this led me to ask where Mexico was, and could he show me? I kept the conversation focused on geography.

Which turned into me asking if he knew where Granny and Auntie Chris live in England? And where our penpals live in France, Australia, and Isreal? We then traced each place back to where we live to see how far each place is from us. Which one is farthest on this map?

Is this Texas?

He then pointed to the Compass Rose; what country is this? This prompted a discussion on directions. Is Oklahoma North or South of Mexico? Is England East or West of France? Then he discovered Antartica! I had to pull out the globe to show him it really is on the bottom of the Earth. He became very interested in the circular latitude lines around Antartica on the bottom of our map, and I had to break it to him these were not really at the bottom of the earth. We studied Antartica at the Science Place this past year, so I reminded him penguins live there. Did he remember making a penguin? It is so cold on the bottom of the Earth that scientists have food parachuted to them. Wasn’t it fun making a parachute and throwing it off the balcony?  It is important to me to bring learning back to a point of something concrete a young child can understand.

All-in-all, our little lesson took about 15 or 20 minutes: it was child-directed, answered the questions he had at that moment in time, showed him how to get information, covered a little of the core subjects, and reinforced what I wanted to teach (where we live on the map). I kept it light and didn’t force learning. The result is that he absorbed a great deal of information in a short amount of time. This week when we are out, I will make sure I incorporate directions into our conversations to reinforce the Compass Rose.

What do you do to incorporate geography into learning?

The Digital Age

We model for our children everyday. That said, it is no wonder my preschooler is an avid photographer. My small elph camera resides in my jean pocket, always charged and ready to capture that special memory; Pickle has picked up on my passion for photography and carries around a Crayola digital. He prefers using my camera because he can instantly look to see the captured image. I’m amazed how easily he has learned how to manipulate a “grown up” digital camera.

For his age, he composes very good photographs. I’m thinking of entering several of his entries in the fair this year. It is always fun to see what he thinks is interesting. When I download his images it is like Christmas; it is a gift to view life from his perspective. His favorite things to photograph are family, everyday items around the house, and himself. Seeing his captured memories makes me understand once again what it is like to be 3 feet tall and full of wonder.

If you have children around and haven’t done so, give them a camera to explore their world. It can be something as simple as a disposable camera, or as elaborate as your own “grown up” camera. You, too, might enjoy seeing life from their perspective.

Pick Your Own Peaches

On the way to visit Meme and Poppy, we happened to pass a “Pick Your Own Peaches” orchard. Everyone should have the experience of picking their own food at least once in their lifetime. I think it helps one feel connected to the earth, and not to take something as simple as eating for granted. It also reinforces to young children that a grocery store is not the source of food, but our nation’s farmers; natural, healthy food comes from the dirt, not a can. So,of course we had to stop!

As a more experienced picker, it is my opinion that the best fruit is not really at 36 inches or less. I also know that fruit can be turned into wonderful ice cream! Pickle at first was not sure what to do. I showed him the peaches on the tree, how to gently pluck the fruit and softly put it in the bucket to avoid bruising. This led to a mad dash from one end of the orchard to the other, yanking peaches from their peach-laden limbs and, channeling Kevin Durant of the Oklahoma Thunder, dunking them in our plastic container. He had a great time! It was difficult for me to let him enjoy the experience, but I held my tongue and let him pick bruised ones, pick green ones, pick hard as stone ones, and pick the wormy ones. The end result is that we made a great memory. Isn’t that what it’s all about?

 By my calculations, two plastic containers of preschool-picked peaches equal just enough for home-made ice cream.  We decided ice cream is definitely better when you pick your own ingredients!

Cicada Emerging!

  • Once emerged, it was quite friendly!

    The erratic sound of cicadas is a sure sign that summer is here! We happened to be outside when a Dog Day Cidada was emerging from its shell. Its wings were curled up, and over the course of about an hour they unfurled. Pickle got a little impatient and decided to help it come out. Luckily, I was able to catch it and put it on the ground. It decided to crawl around after me! I had to pick it back up and deposit it on a tree because I thought it would wind up in the pool. It was a brave moment for me to let it crawl onto my hand!