The Flower Girl

So we heard, in a roundabout way, that M wrote a note to her teacher asking whether she could be her flower girl. (Her teacher is getting married over the summer, to the gym teacher.) Her teacher wrote a note back saying that she was sure M would make a good flower girl, but that she had nieces who were already signed up for that job. M wrote back with this abbreviated reply: "OK."

Montessori sharing night

The Montewssori school that our kids attend had "Parent Sharing Night" last Thursday. This is where parents come into the classroom and learn about all their children's "works."

Here is J demonstrating her "letter work." The wood card she's holding has the letter f on it, in cursive script and slightly raised with a sandpapery texture. Her work is to feel the letter and trace it. A companion work is tracing the letter (again, in cursive script) on a piece of paper -- not a small, inch high letter, but one that fills the whole page. Having just turned four, she's just developing the fine motor skills she needs in order to write. But she can use her gross motor skills to learn what the letters look like, and she can use her sensory skills to get a "feel" for the letter. While the language center of her brain is still being "turned on," the sensate part of the brain is what Montessori calls "highly absorbant" at this age.

Montessori kids start learning cursive rather than printed writing for several reasons. For one thing, cursive is actually easier for kids to write: the letters flow, so they require less fine motor control, and each letter starts and stops at the baseline, whereas printed letters involve making a series of intersecting lines and curves that each start and stop at different points. Also, the capital letters look substantially different from the lowercase letters, making them easier for kids to distinguish. Of course, kids are simultaneously learning to recognize their printed letters through their reading practice. At the moment, J is very big on sounding out words syllabically--she goes around the house "sounding out" various words, including her name, syllable by syllable.

In the next picture, J is doing another work on her work rug. Montessori is big on order (contrary to the stereotype); one of the first thing kids learn to do is to create a defined workspace by laying out a rug or mat. They get the mat, unroll it, and roll it up and put it away themselves from a young age. I'm not sure what the name of this particular work is, but basically it's another sensate work: it involves slowly moving different shapes together to create new shapes. Here, for instance, J's "sensate" brain is focusing on how two equilateral triangles form a square. She traces the edges of the triangles with her fingers, then the edges of the square.

Here is B, demonstrating his mastery of map skills. He has worked with maps ever since he was in Children's House -- he created a map of the United States when he was four. Here he is working on identifying the names of all of the countries in North America (including all the little ones in the Caribbean). Rather than working with paper, however, he's using a wooden puzzle that allows him to feel the shape of each country, and feel how they fit together. Seems like a small thing, but it engages more of the brain--including that primitive "sensate" brain -- in the task, making it easier to master.

And here Ben is after successfully naming all those tiny little countries. He can also name most of the capital cities in North and South America.

Here is M, who loves reading, writing, and drawing (and is extremely good at each of those skills), but who has always hated math. She is doing better, though, after learning what they call the "bead frame." (I guess I would just call it an abacus.) Here she is showing how to add two four-digit numbers using the frame. Another interesting math work that she demonstrated once before involves manipulating wooden beads, bars, squares, and cubes, each representing 1, 10, 100, and 1000 using raised dots (or a bead, in the case of single digits). This, along with several other similar "manipulative" math works, gives her a concrete idea of what she's doing when she's adding and substracting such large numbers. She is also looking forward to learning how to count money using a play cash register.

Family reunion

This past weekend we finally managed to make it up to visit my parents, after two weekends of cancellations due to illness. As luck would have it, my sister was visiting with her family, and all of us managed to get together on Friday night -- a rare occurence. That meant we had fourteen kids in the house, all under the age of 11. Here are most of them during a joint birthday party for M and J and my sister, whose birthday falls after M's.

It was great to see them all again, but the time was too short, especially considering how well all the cousins get along with one another. B has a slightly younger cousin who is a fast friend -- they really enjoy hanging out together. Unfortunately, we only had 24 hours with them. Hopefully we'll see them in the summer.

Birthday girls

Yes, it was all princesses all the time for the birthday girls last week. M and J have back-to-back birthdays; M turned 7 and J turned four, which she indicates when asked by holding up four fingers. ("I am this old!") The morning of her birthday she said, "I am never going to be three again!" Which was a little poignant.

Each girl received a nice bed canopy from their "Alabama" grandmother, which they loved, loved, LOVED! And they received other princessy stuff as well. The girls made their own cakes (one cake mix divided into two separate cake pans) and decorated theirs. M really got into the cake decorating, to the point that she is saying she wants to be a professional cake decorator when she grows up. (She wrote the letters on her cake in the picture below -- pretty good for a first-grader.) Her Spanish teacher is a cake decorator, too, and has offered to lend M her tools. :) Both girls celebrated birthdays with small celebrations at school. We attended the one for M; at the end, the whole class got up and sang "Happy Birthday" in a very hammy way, with hand motions and everything; at the end, the entire class rushed up to her with hands extended in a dramatic flourish. She hid behind me, so I had a couple dozen kids right up in my face, which was funny and a little unexpected. "I liked my whole party," M said later, "except for afterward when we had to have a long talk about respectful behavior during birthday parties."

We try to take birthdays beyond the presents, though. One thing we did new this year was to say the birthday blessing from the Catholic Household Book of Blessings. We did that as part of the meal blessing before their special birthday dinner. And then, after the cake and before the presents, we each take turns saying something about why we're glad the person was born, which the kids usually are pretty enthusiastic and generous about. This year B was pretty stricken with jealousy, but even he managed to come up with something non-sarcastic for each of the girls.

The light of Christ illuminates the world from within

It's a happy Easter around here: not only is Christ risen, but J finally "rose" from her sick bed after five days of being completely out of commission. Literally in bed all day every day without food. So good to see her up and around. . . and enjoying the Easter festivities (although she slept through most of the Mass -- in which M, by the way, sang with the children's choir).

Easter morning Easter baskets. Because we were running out of colored high fructose corn syrup, you know.

New Sunday dresses. Hey, they match!

J running out of steam during the Easter egg coloring at the Catholic Worker.

These three couldn't  take a straight picture if their lives depended on it.

And a final coda: M asked at bedtime: "How could the angels have sang at Jesus' birth, since angels are pure spirit?" My response: "Give me a few years and I'll get back to you on that one."

Washing feet -- and everything else in sight

Today I took M along with me to our Holy Thursday service, which was as great as usual. As people were washing one another's feet, I couldn't help reflecting on the day I'd spent ministering to sick kids. J in particular has it really, really bad. Let's just say I did more loads of laundry today than I think I've ever done in one day in my life: towels, sheets, blankets, clothes, rugs. I spent a few hours in the bathroom with her, too, moving her from the bathtub to the toilet and back again every 10-15 minutes.

Washing feet in ancient times was dirty work -- practically no paved roads, and poor sanitation, you know. Washing a child, and nursing her and getting up with her, is also a "washing of feet," and in its way, just as holy.

B is sick with nausea and a low fever, but not as bad as the girls, thank goodness. M, meanwhile, is almost completely recovered. I would have said she was all the way there, except that she took another three-hour power nap this afternoon, and she collapsed in the middle of church tonight (right during the Gloria!) -- fainted dead away, making quite a scene for the people around us. I was going to take her home, but she wanted to stay -- which she did, seated.

On the way home, M pointed out the moon -- a "bowl of milk in the sky." And tomorrow is Good Friday.

J and B go down

Well, I always wondered whether it was possible to have the stomach flu and a bad cold at the same time, and this morning I found out, because at 4:30 a.m. J -- who has been fighting a bad head cold -- started throwing up. Just like with M, it's been pretty intense. She's vomited maybe a dozen times or so. Now she is begging for tall glasses of water, which of course we can't give her -- just a teaspoonful of water every five minutes. Or a popsicle, which she's now turning down regularly. (Never thought I'd live to see the day when she would turn down a popsicle.) B is complaining of nausea now (around 6 p.m.), and has a slight fever of 101. S has fled the house to get away from the Apocalypse. Well, as long as one of us doesn't come down with it, I think we'll be fine.