Annabelle, my almost four year old, has loved books practically from birth. She has never tired of being read to. I have never pushed language learning on her. In fact, if you’ve been reading along for awhile, you might know that I sort of deliberately left toys depicting letters out of our environment. Books were all around, of course, but there were no alphabet blocks or other such things. Of course, like any toddler, she reached a point where she wanted a name for everything in her environment, and around age two she began pointing at letters in the world around her. License plates were a big one. “What is this, mommy?” “What sound is that?” In Montessori fashion, I answered with the letter in question’s phonetic sound, rather than its alphabetical name. And I left it at that. Over time she learned to recognize a number of different letters on her own, and several months ago, she began tracing the Montessori Sandpaper Letters. We have had formal three period lessons when requested, and she has traced and practiced on her own to master all 26 sounds. Continue reading
I started to lose my patience at lunchtime today, when I came out of the bathroom to find Annabelle under the table and both her and Elliot’s bowls upside down on the floor. Peas and carrots and green beans were everywhere. My little sage stopped me right there, looking at me calmly and saying, “Mom, this will happen if you have children.” It was so matter-of-fact, as though she just wanted to remind me that they were simply being kids. How could I be upset after that? Not that there was a real need to be upset in the first place. A few minutes later, she was sweeping up peas with her little broom and dustpan, and Elliot was plopping them one by one back into the bowl while I washed the dishes. “I’m pretending that the bristles are all a bunch of little, tiny feet running across the floor,” Annabelle said as she swept.
[I have taken far too few photos this week, and none with my good camera, so apologies in advance for the phone photos. This is a good reminder to get out the camera this week!]
She’s always pretending something, but then that’s nothing new. Alongside all of the pretending, her latest interests have been writing and reading. I have a post queued up on the Montessori “explosion into language,” actually, because that’s just where she is right now. She has completed the whole pink series on our classroom shelves, which means she has built many a three letter phonetic word, and just recently read her very first books (she read her first last Friday, January 16th to be precise, and four or 5 five more immediately after). She has since been picking out words all over the place, and seems to love this new little window into the world she has opened. Of course she combines it with pretend play, too. Yesterday she wrote LEM on a piece of paper, brought it to me, and told me, “This says LEM.” “Ah, I see.” Before I could ask if lem meant something, or if perhaps it was a “silly word,” she went further. “A lem is a kind of forest. It’s a very special forest with a lot of different animals!” She has been making up and telling stories at bath time, too, which I tend to miss, but the husband reports that they’re pretty great. I keep meaning to ask him to record or write one down. Continue reading
I’ve been talking with a lot of Montessori families lately, and I’m finding that the question of how to provide for a Montessori work period for an older child, while also keeping an infant or toddler happy, is not an uncommon one. My youngest, one-and-a-half year old Elliot, has been in our Montessori preschool classroom since he was five months old, so I’ve had a bit of experience with this and thought I’d share what has worked for us.
First, some of the back story. If you’re not interested in all of that, you can scroll straight down to the big text for some tips for working with an infant or toddler in a Montessori Primary Classroom.
I set out to start our little, home-based Montessori school for two reasons: I wanted to continue to be my children’s primary caregiver, and I wanted my children to be able to attend Montessori at least from age 3-6. Financially, these two things just did not go together. If I wanted to pay for Montessori for my preschooler, I was going to have to go back to work outside the home, and this would mean regularly leaving my infant in someone else’s care. Being a trained Montessori teacher, I saw a simple solution: if there’s not a school that works for our family, why not make one myself? Continue reading
How about another round of moments from our week, a bit of the wonderful and a bit of the sometimes hard to appreciate, for balance? I’d love to hear about your week, too!
Plenty of baby wiggles
Community Care (midwife visit combined with get-together for mamas and partners with babies due in the same month)
A birthday circle followed by a teacher work day
A pleasant weather, let’s walk to the park sort of day
Watching A with her writing work, and seeing E’s sudden drive to “REEEEAD, PEASE!” all of the time (the more detailed happenings with these two is Continue reading
As it turns out, running a half day Montessori program does not mean working only half days. Between prep, cleaning, budgeting, record keeping, planning, and making sure our home stays ‘in compliance’ with licensing regulations, I find myself working pretty full days. Fortunately for me, it’s all quite enjoyable, really. I don’t mind doing paperwork, and I find that cleaning up and preparing the classroom for the next day can be a wonderful time to reflect on the day that passed, and set intentions for the one ahead.
By the time I sit down for my nightly computer time, however, I’m fairly well spent and rarely can I quiet my mind enough to write. I have titles and handfuls of words saved in multiple drafts, but I always find myself closing my blog and relaxing into something more passive, like reading articles and scrolling through my Facebook newsfeed. While I respect my mind’s need for this zoning out time, I do rather miss doing more regular blogging.
I was remembering some of the weekly blogging routines I used to have, and Joy Pockets, whose creator, Monica, eventually replaced it with ‘keeping it real,’ and I think that may be just the thing to get me jotting down at least a few thoughts at the end of each week. So, without further ado, I bring you some of the most pleasant moments of our week, as well as some of the most challenging.