Is it possible to adore a math program?
I think it must be.
I'm relatively sure adoration is the proper word for my feelings toward this particular part of our curriculum.
It may be because every lesson begins with a list.
I do adore lists.
Or maybe it's because the scripted lessons take me back to the dramatic performances of my youth.
"Zero, oh Zero! Wherefore art thou, Zero?"
For the record, my kids do look at me funny when I take sweeping bows at the end of the lessons and so far no one has thrown roses at my feet for my touching and emotional presentation of addition.
There is also a calendar.
It makes me feel all organized and stuff.
No comment on why the last date we filled in was in February.
Okay, just one comment,
But my favorite part is the manipulatives.
Who knew math was so fun?
She's so busy playing, she doesn't even realize she's learning.
Dinosaurs and Wildthings crop up all around.
Families of snowpeople stare bleakly.
Babies play-- BABIES!!!
"Hey! Who's idea was it to give those to the baby?"
"Oh mom, he wants to do math too!"
"Yeah, well let's think about this... One small object + One small airway = One serious choking hazard! Come on, do the math!"
"See, Mommy, He said, 'I want to be a rocket scientist when I grow up so I have to learn my geometry now or I won't get into a good school and it will be all your fault for holding me back and not supporting my inner mathematician. And while we're on that note, have you started saving for my college education because those ivy league places are Price-Y! You might want to think about'---"
"Okay, buster! That'll be enough. Here have a grilled cheese and go play in the dirt for a while."
Note to self:
1. Find out exactly who convinced T-boy he's the next 'Baby Whisperer'.
2. Convince him otherwise.
Babies don't know about Harvard... Do they?
Well... Just in case...
3. Play it safe - no more Baby Einstein videos for Pip.