D is for Day

This past week we talked about the calendar, days, weeks, months, and seasons. The kind of stuff we talk about a lot, but had never sat down to find out if they actually know the days of the week in the right order, etc. Well, Ethan does. Evan uses the names randomly and interchangeably, and still refers to anything that happened in the past, ever, as "yestooday". But it's not like I'm teaching to the test here, folks.

We read books:

We were also going to read Chicken Soup with Rice by Maurice Sendak, but the week before we ate chicken and rice for dinner, so we read it then (which Matt thought was a really normal thing to do at the dinner table!) and now we can't find it.

We sang to the tune of Oh My Darlin' Clementine:

There are seven days, there are seven days, there are seven days in a week

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday

(And now it's stuck in my head again. You?)

We memorized This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it Psalm 118:24. Both boys can do this, and still recite the ones we've learned previously. It amazes me.

It has been so hard to get pictures of them lately. Here is what we did for Seasons:That's funny, I don't remember drawing the Spring tree upside down.

We made birthday cards for Tessa. I love how they concentrate.

After we read The Very Hungry Caterpillar, they cut out pictures of things they like to eat. I had planned to do this during Community week(s) but... didn't.

If it seems like all we do is cut and glue, that's because it is. There are bits of paper everywhere, dried glue on every table, and yesterday when we had friends over we had to keep taking scissors out of the hands of the 1 and 2 year olds.

It's their favorite.

And even better in underwear.