Sunday, October 23, 2016
Making 5 and 10
Ash class has been looking at the numbers five and ten and playing games with these numbers. They have been creating with 5 and 10 objects on mirrors. They also have been investigating the concept of more and less, including using their names. The other day they sorted their names into piles of having 5 letters, more than 5 letters and less than 5 letters. They really enjoyed doing this because their names mean so much to them and it also helped them learn what their friends names look like!
Apples Apples Apples
Because we have been talking so much about fall harvest and apples especially, we decided to do an apple taste test. We tasted 3 different apples: Red McIntosh, Green Granny Smith and Yellow Golden Delicious. The children were very discerning and honest in their likes and dislikes. After we finished tasting them, we made a pictograph to find out which apple everyone liked best. This is what we found out:
Green Granny Smith apples are yummy, tart, sweet
Red McIntosh apples are yummy, sweeter than green apples, juicier than green apples
Yellow Golden Delicious apples are yummy, sweet, and juicy too
We made a pictograph of our favourite apples:
And guess what? It was a tie! First time ever in apple history!
After we ate the apples and said which was our favourite, we took out the seeds, sorted them, counted them and looked to see if the seeds from the different apples looked different.
Green Granny Smith apples are yummy, tart, sweet
Red McIntosh apples are yummy, sweeter than green apples, juicier than green apples
Yellow Golden Delicious apples are yummy, sweet, and juicy too
We made a pictograph of our favourite apples:
After we ate the apples and said which was our favourite, we took out the seeds, sorted them, counted them and looked to see if the seeds from the different apples looked different.
The Little Red House - Oral Story
We have been discussing about our fall harvest and apples always come up. I told the class this story and they all had shining eyes at the end. I always think it feels like a little bit of magic!
The Little Red House with No Windows, No Doors and a Star Inside
There was once upon a time a little boy who was tired of playing with his toys and tired of his books and puzzles.
"What shall I do? He asked his mother. And his mother, who always knew fun things for little boys to do, said "Why not go and find a little red house with no doors and no windows and a star inside."
This really made the little boy wonder. Usually his mother had good ideas, but he thought that this one was very strange.
"Which way shall I go?" He asked his mother. "I don't know where to find a little red house with no doors and no windows".
"Go down the lane past the farmer's house and over the hill," said his mother, "and then hurry back as soon as you can and tell me all about your journey."
So the little boy put on his hat and his jacket and started out. He had not gone very far down the lane when he came to a merry little girl dancing along in the sunshine. Her cheeks were like pink blossom petals and she was singing like a robin.
"Do you know where I shall find a little red house with no doors and no windows and a star inside?" asked the little boy.
The little girl laughed. "Ask my father the farmer," she said. "Perhaps he knows."
So the little boy went on until he came to the great brown barn where the farmer kept barrels of fat potatoes and baskets of yellow squashed and golden pumpkins. The farmer himself stood in the doorway looking out over the green pastures and yellow grain fields.
"Do you know where I shall find a little red house with no doors and no windows and a star inside?" asked the little boy of the farmer. The farmer laughed too. "I've lived a great many years and I never saw one," he chuckled, "but ask Granny who lives at the foot of the hill . . . She knows how to make homemade cookies, taffy, and popcorn balls . . . and red mittens! Perhaps she can tell you."
So the little boy went on farther still, until he came to the Granny sitting in her rocker on her front porch. She had lots of wrinkles and a big smile on her sweet face.
"Please, dear Granny, said the little boy, "where shall I find a little red house with no doors and no windows and a star inside?"
The granny was knitting a red mitten and when she heard the little boy's question, she laughed so cheerily that the wool ball rolled out of her lap and down to the little stone path.
"I should like to find that little house myself," she chuckled. "It would be warm when the frosty night comes and the starlight would be much prettier than a candle. But ask the wind who blows about so much and listens at all the chimneys. Perhaps the wind can tell you."
So the little boy took off his cap politely to the granny and went on up the hill rather sadly. He wondered if his mother, who usually knew almost everything, had perhaps made a mistake. The wind was coming down the hill as the little boy climbed up. As they met, the wind turned about and went along, singing beside the little boy. It whistled in his ear, and pushed him along and dropped a pretty leaf into his hands.
"I wonder," thought the little boy, after they had gone along together for awhile, "if the wind could help me find a little red house with no doors, and no windows and a star inside."
The wind cannot speak in our words, but it went singing ahead of the little boy until it came to an orchard. There it climbed up in the apple tree and shook the branches. When the little boy caught up, there, at his feet, lay a big red apple. The little boy picked up the apple. It was as much as his two hands could hold. It was as red as the sun had been able to paint it, and it had no doors and no windows. Was there a star inside?
The little boy called to the wind, "Thank you", and the wind whistled back, "You're welcome." The little boy hurried back down the lane with the big, red apple in his hand. When he reached his house the little boy gave the apple to his mother. His mother said, "You have found a house with no doors and no windows but where is the star?" His mother took a knife (AT A THIS POINT, START CUTTING AN APPLE CROSSWISE) and cut the apple through the center. Oh, how wonderful! There inside the apple, lay a star holding five brown seeds.
"It is too wonderful to eat without looking at the star, isn't it?" the little boy said to this mother.
"Yes, indeed," answered his mother.
The Little Red House with No Windows, No Doors and a Star Inside
There was once upon a time a little boy who was tired of playing with his toys and tired of his books and puzzles.
"What shall I do? He asked his mother. And his mother, who always knew fun things for little boys to do, said "Why not go and find a little red house with no doors and no windows and a star inside."
This really made the little boy wonder. Usually his mother had good ideas, but he thought that this one was very strange.
"Which way shall I go?" He asked his mother. "I don't know where to find a little red house with no doors and no windows".
"Go down the lane past the farmer's house and over the hill," said his mother, "and then hurry back as soon as you can and tell me all about your journey."
So the little boy put on his hat and his jacket and started out. He had not gone very far down the lane when he came to a merry little girl dancing along in the sunshine. Her cheeks were like pink blossom petals and she was singing like a robin.
"Do you know where I shall find a little red house with no doors and no windows and a star inside?" asked the little boy.
The little girl laughed. "Ask my father the farmer," she said. "Perhaps he knows."
So the little boy went on until he came to the great brown barn where the farmer kept barrels of fat potatoes and baskets of yellow squashed and golden pumpkins. The farmer himself stood in the doorway looking out over the green pastures and yellow grain fields.
"Do you know where I shall find a little red house with no doors and no windows and a star inside?" asked the little boy of the farmer. The farmer laughed too. "I've lived a great many years and I never saw one," he chuckled, "but ask Granny who lives at the foot of the hill . . . She knows how to make homemade cookies, taffy, and popcorn balls . . . and red mittens! Perhaps she can tell you."
So the little boy went on farther still, until he came to the Granny sitting in her rocker on her front porch. She had lots of wrinkles and a big smile on her sweet face.
"Please, dear Granny, said the little boy, "where shall I find a little red house with no doors and no windows and a star inside?"
The granny was knitting a red mitten and when she heard the little boy's question, she laughed so cheerily that the wool ball rolled out of her lap and down to the little stone path.
"I should like to find that little house myself," she chuckled. "It would be warm when the frosty night comes and the starlight would be much prettier than a candle. But ask the wind who blows about so much and listens at all the chimneys. Perhaps the wind can tell you."
So the little boy took off his cap politely to the granny and went on up the hill rather sadly. He wondered if his mother, who usually knew almost everything, had perhaps made a mistake. The wind was coming down the hill as the little boy climbed up. As they met, the wind turned about and went along, singing beside the little boy. It whistled in his ear, and pushed him along and dropped a pretty leaf into his hands.
"I wonder," thought the little boy, after they had gone along together for awhile, "if the wind could help me find a little red house with no doors, and no windows and a star inside."
The wind cannot speak in our words, but it went singing ahead of the little boy until it came to an orchard. There it climbed up in the apple tree and shook the branches. When the little boy caught up, there, at his feet, lay a big red apple. The little boy picked up the apple. It was as much as his two hands could hold. It was as red as the sun had been able to paint it, and it had no doors and no windows. Was there a star inside?
The little boy called to the wind, "Thank you", and the wind whistled back, "You're welcome." The little boy hurried back down the lane with the big, red apple in his hand. When he reached his house the little boy gave the apple to his mother. His mother said, "You have found a house with no doors and no windows but where is the star?" His mother took a knife (AT A THIS POINT, START CUTTING AN APPLE CROSSWISE) and cut the apple through the center. Oh, how wonderful! There inside the apple, lay a star holding five brown seeds.
"It is too wonderful to eat without looking at the star, isn't it?" the little boy said to this mother.
"Yes, indeed," answered his mother.
Tuesday, October 4, 2016
This is me!
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| The children are drawing portraits of themselves as they look into mirrors and use a variety of drawing materials such as pastels, pencil crayons and crayons |
Oral Story - A very important field mouse
Ash class has been getting to know eachother - our names, our likes, dislikes, favourite things. We say a kindness promise every morning to remind ourselves that we are here together as friends and try our best to be the best we can be. We have the Key 4 that we follow everyday: Be nice, Be safe, Try your best, Celebrate eachother. If you think about it, anything we do, can fit into one of those Key 4 rules. We celebrate our successes in Ash class - when a friend does something new, or special, or kind, or something they were struggling with and then achieved, we clap and give them a thumbs up. We are learning that we are all important in our own way. I told them an oral story called; A Very Important Field Mouse. Ask your children if they can tell the story to you. Oral storytelling is extremely valuable to help build confidence, learn to sequence events and build oral language skills. It also helps encourage the use of their imagination.
Fall song
Yellow the Bracken
Yellow the Bracken
Golden the sheaves
Rosy the apples,
Crimson the leaves
Mist on the hillside,
Clouds grey and white,
Autumn good morning
Summer good night
Ask your children to sing this song to you. It is a lovely sweet song - perfect before bed!
Yellow the Bracken
Golden the sheaves
Rosy the apples,
Crimson the leaves
Mist on the hillside,
Clouds grey and white,
Autumn good morning
Summer good night
Ask your children to sing this song to you. It is a lovely sweet song - perfect before bed!
Lots more rhymes!
The moon
The moon is round
As round can be
Two eyes, a nose,
And a mouth like me
Buckle my shoe
One two buckle my shoe
Three Four shut the door
Five Six pick up sticks
Seven Eight lay them straight
Nine Ten, Let's do it again
Fishies
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Once I caught a fish alive
6, 7, 8, 9, 10
Then I let it go again
Why did you let it go?
Because it bit my finger so.
Which little finger did it bite?
This little finger on my right!
Blackbirds
Two little blackbirds
sitting on the hill
One named Jack
One named Jill
Fly away Jack
Fly away Jill
Come back Jack
Come back Jill
Two little blackbirds
Sitting on the hill
Hey diddle diddle
Hey diddle diddle
The cat and the fiddle
The cow jumped over the moon
The little dog laughed
to see such fun
And the dish ran away
With the spoon
Rain on the Green Grass
Rain on the green grass
Rain on the trees
Rain on the rooftops
But not on me
Good Morning
Good morning when its morning
Good night when its night
Good evening when it's dark out
Good day when it's light
Good morning to the sunshine
Good evening to the sky
And when it's time to go away
Good-bye, Good-bye, Good-bye
Mousie Brown
Up up the candelstick
went little mousie brown
He got to the top
And couldn't get back down
He called Grandma, Grandma
But Grandma was in town
So he rolled himself up
And rolled back down!
The moon is round
As round can be
Two eyes, a nose,
And a mouth like me
Buckle my shoe
One two buckle my shoe
Three Four shut the door
Five Six pick up sticks
Seven Eight lay them straight
Nine Ten, Let's do it again
Fishies
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Once I caught a fish alive
6, 7, 8, 9, 10
Then I let it go again
Why did you let it go?
Because it bit my finger so.
Which little finger did it bite?
This little finger on my right!
Blackbirds
Two little blackbirds
sitting on the hill
One named Jack
One named Jill
Fly away Jack
Fly away Jill
Come back Jack
Come back Jill
Two little blackbirds
Sitting on the hill
Hey diddle diddle
Hey diddle diddle
The cat and the fiddle
The cow jumped over the moon
The little dog laughed
to see such fun
And the dish ran away
With the spoon
Rain on the Green Grass
Rain on the green grass
Rain on the trees
Rain on the rooftops
But not on me
Good Morning
Good morning when its morning
Good night when its night
Good evening when it's dark out
Good day when it's light
Good morning to the sunshine
Good evening to the sky
And when it's time to go away
Good-bye, Good-bye, Good-bye
Mousie Brown
Up up the candelstick
went little mousie brown
He got to the top
And couldn't get back down
He called Grandma, Grandma
But Grandma was in town
So he rolled himself up
And rolled back down!
Some Fall Poems
Golden is the Garden
Golden is the garden
Golden is the glen
Golden, golden, golden
September's here again.
Golden is the tree-tops,
Golden in the sky
Golden, golden, golden,
September's going by!
Apples in the Air
Hickory Dickory Dare
Three Apples were up in the air!
The wind came round
And blew one down,
Hickory Dickory Dare!
Way up High
Way up high in the apple tree
Two little apples smiled at me
I shook that tree as hard as I could
Down came the apples
MMM! MMM! good!
Ten Red Apples
Ten Red apples grow on a tree
five for you
And five for me
When we shake the tree just so
Ten red apples will fall below
123456789 10
Golden is the garden
Golden is the glen
Golden, golden, golden
September's here again.
Golden is the tree-tops,
Golden in the sky
Golden, golden, golden,
September's going by!
Apples in the Air
Hickory Dickory Dare
Three Apples were up in the air!
The wind came round
And blew one down,
Hickory Dickory Dare!
Way up High
Way up high in the apple tree
Two little apples smiled at me
I shook that tree as hard as I could
Down came the apples
MMM! MMM! good!
Ten Red Apples
Ten Red apples grow on a tree
five for you
And five for me
When we shake the tree just so
Ten red apples will fall below
123456789 10
Morning chants
Ash class has had a great start to the year!
Here are the 3 chants we say every morning to start our day:
In this circle here I stand
Quiet mouths, quiet hands
Feet together, straight as can be
As we count 1,2, 3
Below is the Earth
Above is the sky
Here are my friends
And so am I
I touch the sky
I touch my feet
I clap my hands on every beat
Without a sound
I turn around
And this new day
I happily greet!
Here are the 3 chants we say every morning to start our day:
In this circle here I stand
Quiet mouths, quiet hands
Feet together, straight as can be
As we count 1,2, 3
Below is the Earth
Above is the sky
Here are my friends
And so am I
I touch the sky
I touch my feet
I clap my hands on every beat
Without a sound
I turn around
And this new day
I happily greet!
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