• This week at preschool

    A great way to practice Spanish at home is to try out Profesora Brigitte's  version of Eeny Meeny Miny Mo!  It goes like this: Zapatico, cochinito, cambia de piececito, por,uno, más, bonito.   The translation is roughly:  Little shoe, little pig, change of little foot for one that is more pretty.  

    This week we also had some friendly visitors.  Little chickens!   Or Los Pollitos. One friend brought in 4 of his chickens to visit the classroom.    He introduced them as  Log Roll, Log Roll, Ebony and Evony.  We watched the chickens drink water and eat and explore our classroom.   Some children were even brave enough to hold one!

  • Saucony Creek Trail and more

    It was a busy week at La Escuelita.   We visited Sacony Creek Trail not once, but twice!   And we learned so much.    We identified skunk cabbage and male mallard ducks.  Iris explained that boy mallards have green heads.  Some children collected rocks and sticks and threw them in the water to see what sank and floated.

    Children were thrilled to meet our newest classmate this week, Pargo el Pez, or Snapper the Fish. Students will take turns feeding Pargo and cleaning out her fish tank.  

  • La llegada de la primavera/ The arrival of Spring

    It felt like a cruel joke when Mother Nature welcomed  us back from Spring break with snow rather than warm temperatures and sun.     The children were forgiving and  embraced the snow.  We took turns pulling each other in the sled, built snow forts and even brought snow into our classroom's sensory table!

    We also celebrated Asa's 4th birthday with banana muffins:

  • El arco iris, the rainbow

    Our song this week was:

    Rojo, anaranjado, amarillo, verde, azul, y morado

    Son los colores del arco iris/Son los colores del arco iris

    Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple

    Are the colors of the rainbow/Colors of the rainbow

    We used watercolors to paint our rainbows.

    Then we used the water and food coloring at the sensory table to experiment with colors.

    We had no luck finding any rainbows outside, but we had a lot of fun playing outside!:

  • La Musica de La Naturaleza

    Mother nature has given us snow, rain and wind to explore the sounds of nature these past two weeks. Here are students painting cans to use in our wind chimes. 

    Our wind chimes are assembled and set up in our play yard.   

    The following is a poem we learned:

    La lluvia cae golpeteando y chapoteando.

    Un copo de nieve cae sin hacer sondido alguno.

    Los truenos crujen, bom, bom, bom en estampida. 

     Los relampagos golpean sin hacer sonido alguno

    Los vientos del invierno susurrean y se van silbando. 

    La brisa sopla sin hacer sonido alguno.

    !Dulce es la musica de la naturaleza!

  • The magic of making bread

    The magic of making bread

    Every single Monday we make bread dough.    The children never get tired of it, even the ones who have been here for years.   They are happy to join me at the table as I beckon them with my floury hands, apron, and sing-songy voice “Vengan, ya, vengan ya, vamos a hacer pan, pan, pan.”    Come now, come now.  We are going to make bread, bread, bread.  I may get an “un momento, por favor” or “not now, I want to finish playing transformers.” Or, “How about in three minutes, Profesora, Kathy?”  But, they always come.   Happily, eagerly   Why?   Is it the reassuring rhythm of the week that gives them comfort?  They know what to expect when they walk in a little sleepy after the weekend.   Their hands are ready to mix, stir, and knead while sharing what happened over the weekend.     Or maybe, it just feels like home.  Measuring, mixing, stirring and finally kneading is what happens in the kitchen, the heart of so many homes.  So, why wouldn’t it be that this act of making bread makes us feel a bit more like a family and our classroom a home.      Or, is it the thrill of making a big fat mess with flour and dough, and the tactile experience that a preschooler craves?   Whatever the reason, it works!  After 4 school years of this, I could do without sticky hands, dough clogging up the bathroom sinks, and flour sprinkled on the rug like a newly fallen snow over the crusty dough that didn’t get cleaned up last week.  What I couldn’t do without is the heat of the oven on a cold winter’s day, the smell of warm bread and butter and the familial activity of sharing bread together which gives us the opportunity to get to know each other a little better.