The Boy started the day role-playing as a rat, passing the Bubonic Plague to anyone nearby. Always a good way to start the week. :)
Great Fire of London sensory tray.
When my two eldest were two and one, I re-painted for them my old doll's house, made for me by my grandfather. It's in Tudor/Stuart style so we used it today for our work on the Great Fire of London and the loss of over 100 000 houses.
The Boy kick-started the day with some letter work. He knows all but six letters of the alphabet now and I'm impressed with his clever work as I didn't intend for him to learn his letters so soon. I followed his lead and his interest and hey presto - here we are!
Opposite his beloved big sister, Panda Girl.
Painting silhouettes of burning London
The Boy requested more painting time so he experimented with water colour and osmosis.
The two eldest focussed on creating a character about whom they could base a story on the Great Fire of London. They initially used thesauruses to gather words about what they would smell, touch, hear, see, and taste during the fire. Then their character came to life with a drawing and adjectives for clothes, facial features, personality, likes, dislikes, position in society etc. With all their ideas ready to go, they then created a story each.
Monkey Girl learnt how to draw St, Paul's Cathedral.
Monday's poetry work had to be about fire! Papa is home so The Boy and Papa worked together on his ideas about fire and London.
Ballet Girl and Monkey Girl drew from their recent work on narrative and lyrical poetry and chose rhyme schemes to complement their ideas.
Everybody produced lovely poems and finished it off by creating artwork in their poetry books using coloured pencil. This is my favourite medium and I showed the children how to blend and use colours to create vivid pictures. They even got to use my expensive and most precious pencil set :)
Panda Girl used vocabulary sheets to help with her spellings. She worked hard on this, racking her brain for interesting and rhyming words. Here's her brilliant poem:
Orange, yellow, red, black,
Thick smoke on my back.
Hot fire, rising heat,
Ash and embers burn my feet.
Crackling wood, crying tears,
Flames whooshing around my ears.
Papa and The Boy explaining poetry ideas.
And the day ended with their weekly trampolining lessons at the local leisure centre. Roll on tomorrow :)
