Snow on the playground made Tuesday magical. Getting the smallest students bundled for a real life snow experience involved lots of turning sleeves right-side-out, and aiming thumbs into their own mitten studio apartment.
The five year olds are practicing writing the number eight. This number is both the beautiful, graceful, double om of loops on ice, and purest torture for most young writers. S S S, then / / /. Link the bottom to the top. No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, don't take that detour! Don't double back around!
Ed and Rebecca Emberley's picture book, Mice On Ice, added more ideas to the mix. Next week the kids will make a 3-D ice rink. The white crayon wax resist with the blue watercolor/black ink wash looked nicely icy.
I'm midway between the eighth anniversary of my mother's death and the first anniversary of my dad's. As Dad worked through paralyzing grief at Mom's death, he found a little window of light. "I'll never have to watch figure skating again!"
© 2012 Nancy L. Ruder