p is for (christmas) pajama party!


last week was pajama week!  no letter of the week, just a week for celebrating christmas.  we ended each day with a pajama party with families invited to come watch our songs and stories and games.  with cleaning and moving chairs (and walking on them once they were all lined up), coffee and cookies (thanks to the new creation church community), enjoying three lit advent candles (on our toilet paper roll advent wreath), finding a present from the teachers (modge podge and hot glue ornaments with milk lids, photos, buttons and beads), we had a fun time!





what i think makes it work to do this kind of gig five times in a week is that we don’t “perform” during our “programs.”  there isn’t practicing, simply directions on the spot of where to stand, what to do with the things in hand, which song is next, and mostly a lot of “follow me!”  statements.


we ended each day with the same song, “we wish you a merry christmas.”


but do you know the funny verse?

we fish you a hairy chris-moose

we fish you a hairy chris-moose

we fish you a hairy chris-moose

and a hippo new deer!


we do indeed wish you a merry christmas time.

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k is for king

oh, what a delightful conversation this was:  “things we know about kings.”


next up was making king crowns.  oh, the drama of being called “king” when you are a girl:  since girls and women aren’t called “king” when they are the leader, they are called “queen.”  therefore, when a girl or woman is dressing up as a king, she is dressing up as a boy or man.  ah, the details of life…



then the grand finale of having mr. rob be the king (also known as “boss”).

yes, you can hear me giggling in the background.  good times.

j is for jump over the candlestick


again, with the thrifted wooden pieces, we made candlestick holders for our paper, masking tape and fabric flamed candles.

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i remember reading once how many children do not know the old nursery rhymes. frankly, there are some that i am fine with them not knowing (with the whipping and not feeding and all). but especially in our days at the retirement community, it was a sacred moment to see eyes light up when the old and young knew the same poems. in honor of j week and our candlesticks, we learned about jack jumping over the candlesticks. then we did too.


(insert child’s name) be nimble!
(insert child’s name) be quick!
(insert child’s name) jump over the candlestick!




quick and nimble, indeed!

l is for (makeshift) loft

before the fire of 2002, we had this.  it was d.r.e.a.m.y.


lately we’ve been seeing the children’s desires to climb and perch and hide…


we embraced it.


for a couple of weeks we used some of our tables, blankets and shelves to make a loft-type structure.


i do miss our old loft a lot, but this worked for while.

c is for christmas tree decorating…preschool style


for a few years now we’ve used our big stringing beads as ornaments on a little artificial tree.  however, “little” is relative.  the top of the tree is hard for some to reach.  what an honor to witness some careful problem solving:


there were three friends actively involved in getting the orange bead off the top of the tree.  after stacking the mats, one stood and reached…


one held the mats…



one protected the tree from falling (nevermind that i think he could have reached right up to get it)…


and then the mat holder who turned out to be tall enough got the orange ornament.


you did it, friends!




k is for ketchup (paint)


oh, silly red paint in the ketchup bottle, you came back again!  i really must remember to do this with other types of bottles. we’ve put white paint in a milk jug, but i still need to put yellow paint in a mustard bottle and purple paint in a grape jelly bottle.


we used this ketchup paint to turn the box house red and then made prints on our ketchup bottle shaped paper.


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at circle time we passed the ketchup bottle from our family corner around.  i can’t remember the topic of conversation but i’m guessing it was something related to injury or illness (as it often is…we’re suckers for drama).