Easter is sneaking up on us, my lovelies. I can tell by the way the garden is greening up, the peepers are singing at the pond this morning, and the geese and sandhill cranes are calling all day long as they migrate back to the north. All these things whisper to me that it is almost time to dye eggs, make a scavenger hunt and hold on that for at least one more year my littles will be even remotely interested in the holiday. It’s hard once they’ve outgrown a basket full of water guns and candy and the like. And they found out 2 years ago that the Easter Bunny isn’t a real dude.
However, I do try to get them to hold on to some of the magic of these holidays that lose their luster when they realize I’ve been lying to them all their lives. I figure if they don’t hate me for it, they can’t hate the Easter Bunny. So we still dye eggs together every year, only now I don’t have to sneak outside somehow at 7 am to set up the hunt. It works out better for mama, anyway.
Since Easter is hippity-hoppity on its way, let’s do a story time about a beautiful children’s book, The Easter Egg by Jan Brett. I love Ms. Brett. Her poetic illustrations are even better than her sweet stories. Seriously, I’m a grown up (claimed!) and I could look at these pictures all day. I can only imagine how they effect little kids. The story itself is amazing, and watching Hoppi accidentally stumble on his own amazing version of an Easter Egg is magical. However, you are here for activities to go along with all this goodness, and I am happy to provide.
You guys. I’m the one wiggling with excitement right now. One reason is simply that it’s October and October is everything wonderful. We took a walk in our woods last evening and a crisp breeze cooled us and brought that spicy, cinnamon scent of decaying leaves (ever noticed how leaves are the only things that smell good when they die?) wafting into the valleys. We made a family effort to collect the most beautiful leaves from the forest’s carpet. Then, as we headed back to the house, the sun was setting over the field and it looked like someone had lit a jack-o-lantern candle behind the trees. It was gorgeous.
The other thing I’m excited about is the new series I’m starting today. Story Time is going to concentrate on one picture book per post and will be full of suggestions for lessons you can add into your homeschool day. Or your fun Saturday with your Littles. My favorite part of being a children’s librarian was planning and conducting Story Time every week, especially when my dear friend Abby and I got to work on it together. I miss it. So there’s no good reason why I can’t keep doing it, right? The planning part, anyway. I’ll let you guys play with your own kids.
If you haven’t read this book with your littles yet, I have to assume you’ve been living under a rock.
Just kidding. But it is a very popular book for a very good reason. It’s one of those books that encourages courage and kindness while getting your littles up and moving. Do Not Read This Book Sitting Still.
When the boots go clomp, clomp, stomp your feet. When the pants go wiggle, wiggle, wiggle your whole body. When the gloves go clap, clap, clap your hands. When we first started reading this book years ago, I was the one doing all the movements, and my Littles cackled every time, especially when I sang out, “WIGGLE WIGGGGGLLLLEEE!” In a very short time, they were joining in the fun. So that is your first activity. Read this book With Feeling.
Ever had one of those days when homeschool feels like torture? You’re down, your kids aren’t feeling it, or life is just overtaking you like a bobsledder?
Yeah, I’ve had those days. To pull us out of our funk, I scrap the day’s lesson plan and try something fun. Because fun. And because some days homeschool feels like one of the impossible things. I still believe in it, but only in theory. You get me.
Usually, one day of lesson-scrapping pulls us together and refreshes us to get back on track the next day. Sometimes it’s board games. Sometimes it’s Netflix. Sometimes?
Oh. Yeah. They’re the best times. Mad Tea Party, anyone?