A Weed is a Seed

It's true: today was another great day. I woke up first, which is always a plus. Then, I was serenaded about an hour later (I had time to luxuriate in the shower--sorry Al Gore) to the tune of The Red Red Robin. We had a good breakfast in spite of the overcooked bacon. I have failed to master the delicate art of microwaving bacon. We made muffins, which definitely called for some calculations, as we lost about half the mix to an unfortunate using scissors to cut the top without holding on to the bottom incident. Therefore, we had to recalculate the amount of milk to use. However, no harm done. We still had enough muffins to share with our friends who came to play after school, of course.

Something is definitely sinking in because she was coming up with all sorts of words that included the a sound: can, wagon, etc. Monday we'll review letter A and start letter E.

We also worked with Anno's Magic Seeds today. We got out the small round chips, or manipulatives, and used them to count the number of seeds in the book. It's a neat story, but pretty involved for a four-year-old, so we only worked through the first 1/3 of the book. It just makes me feel better to touch on some basic science and math concepts at least once per week. It will be good practice when we start first grade in two years.

Something of a Friday tradition is going out to eat with Daddy. We picked him up at his office, which is near a small park. We played a less successful game of Pooh Sticks today because the water is low, but we did bring home a leaf and a seed to identify by using our field guides (I had to put that off until tomorrow). We also heard some of the geese by the pond start to honk, then we heard some other geese faintly honking, then closer and closer until another flock of geese landed in the pond right in front of us. It was the kind of the scene I probably had the opportunity to witness hundreds of times in my life and never did, but something about being with dd makes everything fresh and new. Sometimes she's impressed; sometimes she couldn't care less, but I think we're making some wonderful memories. For me at any rate.