Today we learnt about the importance of Skelingtons. Sorry I know I should use the correct pronunciation but some times the the kids word creations deserve to be spared the dissolving mists of time.
First I asked the kids to make this pillow case stand up by its self. I playfully mocked their efforts saying totally unhelpful things like “come on It’s just flopped on the floor again, why haven’t you got it standing up yet???”
They all tried really hard, little dears.
Then I suggested that maybe it would stand up if we added some support. We had collected heaps of sticks the last time we went to the park. We brought all them inside and I let them get creative with the sticks and a massive roll of sticky tape.
Even Sabrina had a go.
After a few failed attempts with stacking bundles ( the weight off all the sticks kept making the whole thing collapse ) I taught them how to make a frame.
We all worked together sorting sticks, cutting tape and binding it together. They were so extremely proud of their pillow case skeleton.
With it’s skin on.
We then offcourse we felt our own nobly bones through our saggy baggy skin and had an instant new appreciation for our own skeletons. Lani especially was fascinated that our skeletons stood so well on such a flimsy base. “You’d think our feet should be a lot bigger.”
What a creative way to learn about skeletons! I am in awe… 🙂
Such cute grins! Looks like they had a blast with that one.
Your insane little skin and blister. WOW I was amased reading that. I would have loved to go to your school. What a way to learn. Congrats.
Is that yoru old baby rattle on the floor behind Lani in the last photo? You should package all those things up for yoru grankids!!!!!
Much love Aunty Jill
PS – please write more, can’t one of the lessons each day be how to add to the blog???
Yes thats a vintage rattle in the background probably worth a fortune he he. I was going to write again Last night but fell asleep on the lounge poor Glenn came home to a house of sleeping people and had to entertain himself and feed himself as the cat ate his dinner. I am such a bad wife.
Blog request from older sister for nostagic reasons. Please post photos of all the toys your own children play with that used to be your’s or one of your family members (I know you have some of mine!!!!!!)You just think they are your’s…..LOL