Yesterday in Pre-K we had our favorite music teacher Mr. S. come visit us. Mr. S and I had planned to read the book On Top of Spaghetti and then sing the song with the kids, which they loved because its so ridiculous. For those of you who don't remember it goes something like this...
On top of spaghetti
All covered with cheese
I lost my poor meatball
When somebody sneezed
It bounced off the table and rolled on the floor
and then my poor meatball rolled right out the door!
After hearing it twice, B. raises his hand and says in his very deliberate little voice, "Miss Shannon, you could just lock the door and then the meatball would just bounce off it. Then you can eat it."
Naturally, B :) At lunch I caught him looking at the door to make sure it was shut. Good thing we were having chicken nuggets.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Don't run out of kisses...
Last week we read the book The Kissing Hand to our kids... its a sweet, sweet story about a little raccoon going to school for the first time and his mama kisses the palm of his hand and tells him whenever he misses her to press his hand against his face and he'll feel her kisses and know she loves him.
Today at lunch, little B says to me, "Miss Shannon, my heart hurts." I replied, "Aw honey, why?"
B replied in a trembling voice, "Because I love my mom so much." I suggested he take his "kissing hand" and press it against his face and he'll feel her love and he tried it for a minute... pause... then tells me, "I think I ran out of kisses."
Don't run out of kisses people. :)
Also yesterday lil R was doing my hair during work time and when I asked him how it looked he replied, "You almost pretty." :)
Today at lunch, little B says to me, "Miss Shannon, my heart hurts." I replied, "Aw honey, why?"
B replied in a trembling voice, "Because I love my mom so much." I suggested he take his "kissing hand" and press it against his face and he'll feel her love and he tried it for a minute... pause... then tells me, "I think I ran out of kisses."
Don't run out of kisses people. :)
Also yesterday lil R was doing my hair during work time and when I asked him how it looked he replied, "You almost pretty." :)
Friday, September 04, 2009
First two weeks of school!!!
I have been hoarding crumpled post-it notes in my pockets, in the depths of my tote-bag, and shoved into notebooks the last two weeks. They contain hastily scribbled quotes from my 20 delightful four-year olds I have the privilege of teaching this fall. Here are a smattering... I hope they give you a taste of the joy I experience on a daily basis.
(Miss Beth & Miss Denise are my co-teachers and the kids are just listed by their first initial)
Miss Beth: Do you like to be called Rod or Roderick?
R: OBAMA!
T: I LOVE to say please!
B: It doesn't matter if you speak English or Spanish... God loves you and is living inside your heart.
A: I can't tie my shoes.
Me: Keep trying. You'll learn.
A: I been trying already for 30 years.
One day it was raining so we couldn't go outside for recess so the kids played in our room for the first time. Until this point we had all the shelves wrapped with paper like presents. We unveiled the shelves one at a time...
T: I can't believe it! Y'all! All the TOYS!"
As we got ready for lunch one day all the children were cleaning up the toys and I told R who was the mystery helper of the day to "give your friends a fork" meaning to put a fork at each place at the table. Instead he went around the whole classroom handing each child a fork saying, "Here, friend." :)
R. has also mastered the art of opening the mini-milk cartons we get at meals, which is no small feat. One day he started offering to help others open their milk. M (a girl) who sits next to R asked him to help her open her milk. R gladly assisted, explaining "you need strong muscles to open this."
At recess a Kindergartener came running up to us one day, clutching himself and pronounced, "Um, Excuse me, but I'm almost about to pee my pants."
Me: What bus did you ride?
M: I ride the hippie bus!
Miss Beth (reading a book): He burned up 100 forests.
R: No you mean foresteses.
B: I need to tell you the rules to play star wars in your ear. First, you fight. Then, your mission is complete.
R: I'm going to draw me a girlfriend.
Me: What's a girlfriend look like?
R: She got a green body and pink hair.
M (on a pretend phone): Hello, Obama? Why you callin' me?
T: Who's on the phone?
R: Obama. He get on my nerves.
Miss Denise: R, who is Obama? What does he do?
R: He cut grass.
Miss Denise: Oh, he cuts grass. Does he do anything else?
R: Yea! He cut bushes too.
T: He on channel 54.
Also, today (the best day in preschool history) I had a 35 minute dance party with three of my girls while we were in the gym. The PE teacher has a incredible dance mix for the kids and we rocked out... I was literally dripping sweat from sliding, twirling, and twisting with those bee-boppers. This is my awesome life.
One day I was eating lunch next to B and he whispered to me, "Miss Shannon. I can say something with my eyes." He proceeded to grin and raise his eyebrows at me.
T: Let me tell you something in your ear. My daddy got me a lunchbox.
(Miss Beth & Miss Denise are my co-teachers and the kids are just listed by their first initial)
Miss Beth: Do you like to be called Rod or Roderick?
R: OBAMA!
T: I LOVE to say please!
B: It doesn't matter if you speak English or Spanish... God loves you and is living inside your heart.
A: I can't tie my shoes.
Me: Keep trying. You'll learn.
A: I been trying already for 30 years.
One day it was raining so we couldn't go outside for recess so the kids played in our room for the first time. Until this point we had all the shelves wrapped with paper like presents. We unveiled the shelves one at a time...
T: I can't believe it! Y'all! All the TOYS!"
As we got ready for lunch one day all the children were cleaning up the toys and I told R who was the mystery helper of the day to "give your friends a fork" meaning to put a fork at each place at the table. Instead he went around the whole classroom handing each child a fork saying, "Here, friend." :)
R. has also mastered the art of opening the mini-milk cartons we get at meals, which is no small feat. One day he started offering to help others open their milk. M (a girl) who sits next to R asked him to help her open her milk. R gladly assisted, explaining "you need strong muscles to open this."
At recess a Kindergartener came running up to us one day, clutching himself and pronounced, "Um, Excuse me, but I'm almost about to pee my pants."
Me: What bus did you ride?
M: I ride the hippie bus!
Miss Beth (reading a book): He burned up 100 forests.
R: No you mean foresteses.
B: I need to tell you the rules to play star wars in your ear. First, you fight. Then, your mission is complete.
R: I'm going to draw me a girlfriend.
Me: What's a girlfriend look like?
R: She got a green body and pink hair.
M (on a pretend phone): Hello, Obama? Why you callin' me?
T: Who's on the phone?
R: Obama. He get on my nerves.
Miss Denise: R, who is Obama? What does he do?
R: He cut grass.
Miss Denise: Oh, he cuts grass. Does he do anything else?
R: Yea! He cut bushes too.
T: He on channel 54.
Also, today (the best day in preschool history) I had a 35 minute dance party with three of my girls while we were in the gym. The PE teacher has a incredible dance mix for the kids and we rocked out... I was literally dripping sweat from sliding, twirling, and twisting with those bee-boppers. This is my awesome life.
One day I was eating lunch next to B and he whispered to me, "Miss Shannon. I can say something with my eyes." He proceeded to grin and raise his eyebrows at me.
T: Let me tell you something in your ear. My daddy got me a lunchbox.
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