Recently I've been putting unusual (for me) effort into finding activities to do with Henry beyond reading to him, coloring with him, and pretending to listen to blow-by-blow accounts of a pretend fight he had with a minotaur. He's my last child, and he's only got about a year and a quarter until he's in school all day with the other kids, so this is a stage of my life that's wrapping up. I feel like it took a big chunk of this school year to recover from the years of having three little kids at home most of the day, but now I'm ready to try a little harder.
One day we made our own set of Memory cards: we drew matching pictures on pairs, or used matching stickers. Then we played Memory.
One day we experimented with natural dyes: we thought about things that stain the worst (spaghetti sauce, grass), and tried to use those things to deliberately dye a couple of white handkerchiefs.
One day we tried dripping highly-food-colored water on (1) coffee filters, (2) paper towels, (3) newspaper, and (4) regular white paper, to see the different effects. We also tried a single drop of straight food coloring, to see how different that would be. We used a medicine dropper, a q-tip, and a paintbrush to put the colored water on the papers, to see how those were different.
One day we made peanut brittle and fudge, and noticed the effects of different temperatures and different ingredients.
One day we made collages from magazine pictures and wrapping paper, and then made cards for his preschool teachers.
And what I have learned from all this is that I can cross the whole "working with children" category off the Future Possible Jobs list. I hate it and it's exhausting.
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