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by Angie Quantrell
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Language & The Child (The Never Ending Song)
Last night we had a certain granddaughter spend the night, as this morning Nana accompanied her to the Capitol Theatre to watch Curious George. Loads of fun. But this post is not about the theatre and sitting in the very top balcony right against the railing and Nana worrying about Khloe toppling over and she (Nana) spending time calculating the lowered risk due to bodies of other students right below who would break the fall.
No, this story is about our drive home. It wasn’t a really long drive.
But the sheer number of words far exceeded the distance we traveled.
That bit of time spent in the car was filled with language. Wheelbarrows and buckets and shopping bags of words and songs and expressive language.
First, we learned what Khloe liked. And what she loved. This changed with each new view of things we drove past.
Then we heard some songs. On repeat. On repeat.
5 Little Ducks – sang as many times as the number of ducks in a barnyard
1, 2, Buckle My Shoe – sang enough times to cover a classroom of buckled or velcro’d shoes
Head and Shoulders, Knees and Toes – sang more than the number of students in her school
1, 2, 3 Jesus Loves Me – new to me and performed for several miles
The Days of the Week – sang a conservative estimate of at least 3 months worth
Row, Row, Row Your Boat – sang enough times to sink a boat, even though one of us (the youngest) got side-tracked and giggly about the ‘life is BUTT a dream.’ No amount of explaining could get her opinion of but to change.
Now Nana is used to this fun with words, but Papa not so much. He tried several times to derail the music train, but it kept right on chugging, occasionally switching tracks, but steadfastly choo-chooing down the path. Who needs a radio anyway?
All this to say, the girl is enjoying language. And singing. And silly words and word games and entertaining herself.
Be silly. Sing songs. Get giggly. That’s what it’s all about.
Other than the Hokey Pokey.
Meeting in the Middle Really Works
meet in the middle
drive separate roads to where
catching up is fun
~ Haiku by Angie Quantrell
Meeting in the middle works.
Yes, the sort of meeting in the middle that signifies compromise and working together – that works.
But also the physical, drive and meet in the middle between two far flung locations – that works as well.
Making the most of a federal holiday, a friend and I recently met in the middle for a fun day of rubber stamping, visiting, and eating. We’ve been discussing the idea for quite a long time, but could never put wheels on our vision.
Until we stopped talking and started driving. She booked a hotel room for her daughter and a friend and herself. I met them. We took over the hotel’s business conference room table, where we were front and center for the excitement of the day.
It was great!
Due to the limited amount of time, we really focused. We only brought some of our mountains of supplies and ideas. We only shared one meal. We only began some projects, stacking them for completion later at home (one of the best unintended parts of the day). We only spent a short time visiting a local thrift shop.
Success.
Now we know where the middle is and plan to take advantage of this knowledge again.
You should try it. Who do you want to meet in the middle?
Sunflower House ~ Picture Book & KID KANDY
Sunflower House
By Eve Bunting
Illustrated by Kathryn Hewitt
(Voyager Books, 1996)
I have been reading tons of picture books lately. At least my back considers the weight of them to be tons as I haul them back and forth to the library.
Sunflower House is a colorful story about a child who plants a sunflower house with his parents. I suppose that is where the name for the book comes from, right?
Father and child first removed grass to make a large circle, leaving the middle of the circle grassy. Seeds were then planted in the soil and the waiting began.
Once the sunflowers began to grow tall, the child invited friends to play in the sunflower house. Eventually, the sunflowers grew so large and wide that the parents no longer fit inside and the flower house became a kids-only place to enjoy nature.
I love the idea of creating a fun space for children by planting sunflowers. I am considering it for this summer…if I can find a place that my husband won’t mind too much if the grass is removed and seeds upon seeds will eventually fall and resprout next spring!
KID KANDY:
Plant a Sunflower House
Materials: sunflower seeds, large area to plant, yard tools
1. Read Sunflower House. Once you see the pictures you will know how to plant one.
2. Choose a sunny location for your sunflower house. They love the sun. Remove grass to form a ring of dirt around a circle of grass. Make your ring at least 4 feet in diameter. Sunflowers get HUGE!
3. Plant seeds in the dirt. Water them and wait.
4. Once the seeds have sprouted, watch them grow. You can pull weeds but only after you make sure you are not pulling up sunflowers.
5. After the sunflowers are as tall as you, the house is ready for play. Of course, it will keep growing, especially if you have planted JUMBO sunflowers.
6. What to do inside a sunflower house?
– rest on your back and look at the sky
– watch birds that flock to eat the seeds
– listen to the bees buzzing as they pollinate the flowers
– have a picnic in the sunflower house
– invite friends over to play
– campout overnight in the sunflower house
– look for insects that live in and around the flowers
– draw your sunflowers or the sunflower house
– use a magnifying glass to look really close at the plants and animals
– take photos of your house
Isn’t that a fun project? What will you grow next summer?
Thanks for reading!
Wrap Them in Love – Baby Quilts
What a whirlwind!
The last two weeks have been filled with anticipation, preparation, and organization to get ready to welcome our two new baby girls to this big world.
But the desire to love and welcome them makes it all worth while.
Even when one has to borrow a sewing machine (since hers is broken), one has extra furry help (though it is not requested), and one has to shuffle to meet all those little deadlines so all could enjoy the parties.
Baby quilts are my favorite gift to make for newborns. The last go-round included several boys, so this crafter was excited to add some pink and flowers!
Love them, snuggle them, wrap them in quilts.
Congratulations mommy’s, daddy’s, sisters, and brothers
(and grandmas and grandpas).
Wrapped in love.
Way to go, Amplify!
Love is Spoken Here
Are they more than just words on a card?
Love is spoken here.
These words could be trite, overused, or just a pretty saying.
Are they more?
Maybe those who send or utter, “Love is spoken here,” are well meaning and sincerely offer encouragement, love, and affection.
Do words speak louder than actions? Or is it the other way around?
Do my actions shout in agreement with my quiet words or engage in battle between what I want to do and say and what I actually do and say? Sometimes the answer is both.
Love is spoken here.
Love is shown here.
Love is experienced here.
Love grows here.
Love is here.
Love is.
Love.
These thoughts remind me of the often used love verses for wedding ceremonies, though I think love is not just for marriages. You can read them in 1 Corinthians 13.
What do you think of when you consider love?
Old Words
I was preparing to take a relaxing bubble bath in my claw foot tub last night when I saw a wadded up log of newspaper on the floor.
The paper log was actually old newspaper. Old 1949 newspaper.
It was super dusty and fragile, so I didn’t undo it, but went ahead and enjoyed my bath, contemplating the sudden arrival of newspaper in the bedroom.
This morning, long after honey had gone to work, I noticed the newspaper had been carefully unrolled and somewhat flattened.
That was when I saw the date on the antique (or is it vintage?) Seattle Times. Sunday, March 27, 1949. Fascinating.
I do love looking at old newspapers, especially the ads. Odd, I realize, but the price comparisons between then and now are amusing and sad. The articles in this bundle also told tales of the times – fashions, comics, businesses, and even child rearing and feeding advice.
This was no ordinary newspaper. It was mystery newspaper that had been recycled to provide padding for an old wood and woven jute chair. We didn’t even know it was stuffed. Look at how creative folks were at repurposing way back before the word was even in use.
Now we know more about the chair (it is older than both of us) and the news of the day from several decades ago.
Words are valuable. No matter how old or in what format they are discovered.
What are some words that are valuable to you?
Read to Me
“Nana, read this to me.”
I was happy to read a stack of 10 books to my 4-year-old granddaughter. This only worked because baby brother was fast asleep. Sister loves books.
Today, sister had another task for Nana. After busily writing on paper, she handed me her story.
“Nana, read this to me.”
You can imagine I was a bit challenged. So I asked her to read it to me.
Khloe: I can’t read.
Me: What is it about?
Khloe: Uhm, Lava Girl and Shark Boy.
Me: Ok. Once upon a time . . . Lava Girl and Shark Boy went on a picnic. They went swimming. They had a fun time. The end.
Khloe: No, you’re not done yet.
Me: They had a flat tire and had to fix it.
Khloe: No.
Me: What else?
Khloe: (whispering to me) They help other people!
Me: Oh! Lava Girl and Shark Boy helped some people who had a flat tire. They helped fix the tire. Then they enjoyed their picnic. The end.
Khloe: (smiles and nods) Ok.
That was only the first story. She had another waiting in the wings. Nana was on call as storyteller.
I am pleased that she loves stories, writing, reading, and words. Literacy begins long before they reach school.
What is your favorite story to read aloud?
I’d love to hear.
100 Things To Do If You’re Sad
Source: 100 Things To Do If You’re Sad
Great list! Thanks, Natalie!
HOME
Home. What a big word.
Home is . . .
where I reside
the body I wear
the spouse I adore
my family of love
the animals I adopt
the nature that surrounds me
the future I hope for
my faith that centers me
friends who nuture me
fellow writers who encourage me
the city of my residence
the state and country of my belonging
the planet I inhabit
Home is a big word.
What does home mean to you?
Love, Laughter, and Life 