g is for grrrrrrrrrr

i notice that some of our photos are “unavailable at this time” and i. don’t. know. why.

 

but it bugs me.

 

just thought i’d let you know that i know but i don’t know why.

r is for raining hearts

so, this was a project that left almost nothing to the imagination other than the fact that we were still lost in this story:

this simple book remained a favorite days after valentine’s day.  so we made our own trees growing hearts just like the end of the story.  the hearts were scattered around the room for children to go pick up (one or two or three at a time depending on the number i called out) and glue on the tree limbs.

next year i want to do this.  from here:

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but our preschoolers did come up with a little big body work of their own while waiting for the trees to dry.

moving the tables apart to move chairs in between them to stand on to reach the paper lanterns. : )

p is for personal space

it’s a tricky thing to figure out how to show affection to kids while respecting their personal space.  we want them to experience safety and contact at the same time.  we want them to feel nurtured and learn to pay attention to that “uh ho” feeling.  the language we’ve used is to not hit or touch friends (including teachers) in the areas that a swimsuit would cover up. we also suggest that when/if they are being touched there, that they can ask why.  then we equip families to continue the conversation (letting them know we started it and encouraging them to continue it).

(photo from way back in fall 2009)

but we are a hands-on preschool.  we hold the children, we pick them up, we wrestle, we cuddle, we rub backs.  we also listen and STOP when a child asks us to.  we model these boundaries when we ask children to not hit, poke or pat our bottoms (though we do understand that this is simply the funniest thing ever), etc.  only once can i remember evidence so clear:

busted.