There's also going to be a mostly pink and mostly lavender block. I'm using the same (with a couple exceptions) eight fabrics in the middle- kind of a plus shape, of each block. It's neat to see how different they look beside each color. The bottom left and top left corner aren't mistakes :) They're all part of the plan. Still 100% stash!
I've always had children respond in writing in every subject. Usually on post-its or index cards. A lady that taught our back-to-school Professional Development changed all this by suggesting...drawing a line.
Why didn't I think of that?
For example, a child could write a response using a sentence frame, DRAW A LINE, and take a practice spelling test. Or...
a child could write a Somebody/wanted/but/so (my favorite fiction main-idea frame) DRAW A LINE and still have plenty of room to write about scaring his brother on a camping trip. After Christmas, I become extremely picky about random uppercase letters and spelling word wall words correctly. I circle mistakes and leave the journal on their desk for first-thing-in-the-morning fixing. Finally...
a child could list three places a character hid in a story, then NOT draw a line because she didn't want to. She apologetically explained why. The line bothers her so close under her writing.
Since it was the Friday before Spring Break, we drew first using stencils, then wrote our sentences. You could've heard a pin drop for 20 minutes. They worked so hard.
It takes a lot of early in the year prompting for the kiddos that write a little then randomly skip four lines, but they get the hang of it. I love having everything in one handy place.
On a bright, sunny Friday, we got up early and took off for Gatlinburg! By 12:30, we were eating lunch at the Apple Barn. Mmm...pork chops. Checked in at Harrah's Cherokee, explored and swam.
Up early again on Saturday! Breakfast at Flapjack's. Mmm...french toast. Shopped around Gatlinburg, the outlets in Pigeon Forge. Lunch at Joe's Crab Shack. Mmm...popcorn shrimp. Mountain Quiltfest! with my dad and Colton.
They were not really this excited to see quilts- they humored me.
Up early Sunday morning, ready to head home. Lots of traffic, so we snacked in the car and had lunch in Knoxville. There's still a Don Pablo's! Mmm...combo fajitas.
Up early Monday morning. Way too early. The internet was down all day at school and my pants were tight from all the restaurant meals.
First, I asked in Ohio at the pumpkin patch. Too heavy and wide for mom and I by ourselves. Next, I spied one behind the Middle School on a trash pile. Then, I decided to take it. But how? and when? Finally, friends at the Barber Shop shared and even loaded them in the car!
Big plans...a quilt rack, a shelf, maybe paint one like a flag.
We're reading Little House on the Prairie. In our latest chapter, Pa, Laura, Mary and Jack walk to an abandoned Indian camp. The girls find a treasure- brightly colored beads- to take home. Upon arriving, Mary offers to give Baby Carrie her beads. Nice. Ma watched to check if Laura was going to be selfish and keep her beads or give them to Baby Carrie. Laura grudgingly shares, but is seething inside. They each string their beads on a necklace, which Baby Carrie is too young to appreciate. After she wears it a little while, Ma packs the beads away.
This kind of bothered me. Come on, Ma. Couldn't Laura keep hers to play with?
I asked my class if their families had this rule- the expectation to give stuff to younger siblings. No one did. Some of their responses:
B- "I'm the youngest. My brother has his stuff. I have mine."
H- "I share stuff with my baby brother, but mom doesn't make me."
K- "My family is adopting two new sisters."
and my favorite:
M- "Mom makes me give stuff back if I take it from them."
Love hearing their ideas!
Today's chapter? The whole family had malaria! Yikes.