Noah's learned some new letters over the last couple of weeks:
I: The I is a springboard. Jump, jump, jump..."I can do it!!" as he dives off.
M: along with the man climbing the mountains, he gets to the top and digs for M&M's.
P: Can you see that big nose on this letter? Sniff, sniff. P-U!! Emphasis on the P, of course.
R: This letter is a pirate running - see his leg sticking out? And as he runs, he yells, "Arrrrrr!"
Y: I used this one with my oldest when he was learning - first, convince them that this is a fancy glass. You grab the handle, hold it out and say, "WHY don't you take a drink?" Use hand motions and always say the same thing, they'll get it.
More to come soon! He's learning fast.
A wife and a mom of six boys and one girl, residing in Minnesota. We are a family devoted to following the Lord and seeking and promoting Truth. This is a collection of my mom moments, random thoughts, and fun educational ideas for parents of young kids.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Guess he's ready for macaroni
I know I've had 5 when:
*The pacifier that's been behind the crib for weeks is found, given a brief dusting, and happily given to the screaming child in the crib.
*Leftover food from my oldest are passed down through the next 2 kids until it's finally gone.
*My older child has to inform me that one of the babies is crying.
*Even after being through the laundry, the waist of my pants is still creased from the muffin-top that is my stomach.
*One kleenex is used to wipe 4 runny noses.
*If the onesie is just a little wet or just a bit poopy, it's got a lot of wear left.
*I don't bother changing my spit-up stained outfit until it's time for bed.
*Toilets get flushed at certain times of the day. One in the morning, one in the evening. Unless by some miracle, someone under 7 remembers to flush.
*I make my 2-year-old do the vacuuming.
*Sometimes french fries, tomato sauce, or onion rings qualify as a serving of veggies.
*Everywhere I turn, I see a framed picture of one of my children smiling back at me.
*I have to catch myself in the process of starting to cut up my husband's steak.
*If it doesn't smell, it's clean enough.
*Sometimes trying to come up with a name ends up sounding like family role-call.
*I gear my 7-month-old's readiness for certain solids based on what I've seen him successfully consume off the floor from under the kitchen table.
*The pacifier that's been behind the crib for weeks is found, given a brief dusting, and happily given to the screaming child in the crib.
*Leftover food from my oldest are passed down through the next 2 kids until it's finally gone.
*My older child has to inform me that one of the babies is crying.
*Even after being through the laundry, the waist of my pants is still creased from the muffin-top that is my stomach.
*One kleenex is used to wipe 4 runny noses.
*If the onesie is just a little wet or just a bit poopy, it's got a lot of wear left.
*I don't bother changing my spit-up stained outfit until it's time for bed.
*Toilets get flushed at certain times of the day. One in the morning, one in the evening. Unless by some miracle, someone under 7 remembers to flush.
*I make my 2-year-old do the vacuuming.
*Sometimes french fries, tomato sauce, or onion rings qualify as a serving of veggies.
*Everywhere I turn, I see a framed picture of one of my children smiling back at me.
*I have to catch myself in the process of starting to cut up my husband's steak.
*If it doesn't smell, it's clean enough.
*Sometimes trying to come up with a name ends up sounding like family role-call.
*I gear my 7-month-old's readiness for certain solids based on what I've seen him successfully consume off the floor from under the kitchen table.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
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