Some put up options with pictures for when kiddos have a cow. (autism interventions)
They all put up some sorta game plan for rules/habits/mission statements. I am SO happy about this.
Some ask for big stove boxes so the kids can have a house (the renovations to the apartment place have SOME perks I guess!)
We demo-ed color mixing with play-doh & talk about metamorphic rocks (2nd grade student teaching right there)
And called it 'exploratory learning' when they try to make 'marble' using all the playdoh in the box.
I laughed so hard at some pictures from these last few days of cold rainy weather where we've been inside- because of the mix of survival techniques going on from many angles. Inspired by a friend whose kids LIVE for the costume box, I just pulled it out, and little did I know there was a budding Super-man living under our roof- ready to save us from attacking Hermit Crabs (thanks to the cute kids book Platypus) who can attack with velvet pirate head scarves. Then it was STOMP-man playing the drums, going in and out of "mein kleines Haus!!" which is "ein sicherer Ort" (a safe place), and it made the day all the more entertaining for me. Lukas loves to see himself, so we took a few quick video clips he could watch. Most of them end with him reaching for the camera saying "Ich moechte das SEhen!" (I want to SEE that!) The day ended with the wreckage you see, but it felt somehow fulfilling, and fun, and accomplished. Much better than the night before- since we sat in his little house waiting for dad to get home. It was a loooong wait- Really. We must have sat in that box for a long ol half hour, reading books, and gasping at any sounds of car doors closing. And when Lukas DID leave the box, to go potty (hallelujah!) he was antsy to get back in it as soon as possible, declaring at the end of pottying "Zurück zu der Höhle!!" ("Back to the cave!") followed by "Warum lachst du??" ("Why are you laughing?") Then, when I decided that sitting in an oven box was really not doing anything for my 5 foot 11 inch frame (not to mention the inklings of clausterphobia), I finally got ahold of dad on his cell and stayed OUT of that thing til I actually saw his car pull in. And hiding is hard when you've waited so long, so as soon as Jared was in the door, Lukas flung open the cardboard window shutters yelling "Finde mich! Ich bin in meinem kleinen Haus!" ("Find me! I am in my little house!")
The recap conversation about metamorphic rocks went like this:
Me: Share what's going on!
Me: What's happening here?
L: I want to explain something to you...When you mix playdoh, it makes purple! (we squished R+B)
Me: Can I see? Thank you Mr. Loehrmann! Was this activity fun to you?
L: Ja! My brother Jakob can do this really well. (I'm thinking that's reference to the song "Frere Jacques")
Me: Oh yeah?
Me: And what kind of rocks do you get when you mix the chemicals? (recap of metamorphic- told you I was a teacher nerd)
Lukas: Mmm, I'll ask...I'll ask my Papa.