we’re super busy finishing up the year, tying up loose ends (literally…photos to come), putting final touches on our journals, choosing big art projects to take home, spending time in classroom wide dramatic play experiences (legos in the family corner, play doh at the project table, water at the puzzle corner…chaos!!!), finding little beads that have been sprinkled on the playground, eating up the left over raisins and applesauce…i imagine i’ll reflect on these last couple of weeks in a few days…until then, wish us well.

oh, we’re also making fake casts for all the fake broken arms that are flying through the school.

preschool mamas:  if you haven’t opened a brown lunch sack from your preschooler, go look in the backpack…and happy, happy mother’s day!

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here is this year’s version of mother’s day pins:

there seems to be a little more of a 3D effect than previous years. : )

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our previous years:

2009:

2008:

when i refer to “work time” this means what others call “free time” or “play time” or “center time.”  preschoolers have the room at their disposal to find something to do.  this little guy had several things going at once:

may day flower carrying, ball tossing and play-doh pizza serving (all while he came to the kitchen for a drink).

oh, this was delightful to observe.

families were invited to bring flowers and one of our activities was drawing them still-life style.

we saved the drawings to put in their journals.

flowers, flowers everywhere.

okay, so this is a project i have done with preschoolers in the past using tissue paper.  we fold it several times and make simple cuts like we would for snowflakes.  i had what i thought was a brilliant idea to use plastic table cloths (this way the flags could be used outside and rain wouldn’t ruin them).

i made a bunch for a friend the night before and determined that it was a great project.  i taped or hot glued them together.

um no.  not for preschoolers.  the teachers had to take over and cut every single one.  the plastic slipped.  their scissors weren’t as good as mine at home.  ugh.  a frustrating experience that we quickly rushed to finish up for them and move on.  oh well.