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Sep 24 2009

day 12: mastering the art of singing

so yesterday was awful with a capital A. My wonderful children decided to take chatty pills and my morning was just awful. So today I went into school with a plan – change some seats and put everything to a song. You see, my kids LOVE to sing. I’m pretty sure they would sing the short /a/, /i/, and final /x/ song all day if it were up to them. So in the shower this morning, where I’m pretty sure I come up with all of my brilliant ideas, I changed the words to “London Bridges” and pumped out a “how we sit on the carpet” song – complete with motions, a “quiet tables” song, and a “about to walk into the hall”. And all I have to say is…AMAZING. most of our day was spent singing, but it worked. Every time we transitioned from our tables to the carpet, we sang our song. Every time we moved from the learning rug to our tables, we sang our song. And everytime we lined up to go into the hall, we sang out song. (My Grammy award winning lyrics are at the bottom of the post – but you’re all warned…they’re really catchy and easy to get stuck in your head…I’m still singing the carpet song)

In other fabulous news, my two little ones who have presented themselves to me as challenges, but not obstacles, to my teaching had fantastic days today. One has had 2 green days so far this week, and 2 Brilliant Blue days, while the other made it to blue today for his morning, but ended on yellow after a playground incident, BUT at least he made it to blue.

and finally, one last story. One little boy complained of an upset stomach the other day. I sent him to the nurse and she gave him a tums or something with the directions to chew it before he swallowed it. Well he must have missed the “you can swallow it after you chew it part” because he came back to class with his cheeks puffed up like a fish. He sat on the carpet and joined the rest of the class, practicing writing short /i/ words on our white boards…with his cheeks puffed up. I kept asking him if he could swallow whatever was in his mouth, but with the biggest hand gestures in the world he told me no, he wasn’t allowed to. But since he was still doing his work, I just let it go. 35 minutes later, we’re getting ready to go to the bathroom and we walk into the hall and our nurse walks by. I asked if he could swallow whatever she gave him and she started to laugh uncontrollably. She said, “I told him he couldn’t swallow it; he had to chew it first, and then swallow” but for some reason he was convinced he would get in trouble if he did. So he sat like that for 40 minutes…talk about self control. Now it’s become a running joke whenever we see the nurse and whenever she sees us, to puff up our cheeks like a fish. Im thinking of sending him to her with a note saying, “I just had some water, can I swallow it yet?”

moral of my story…I love my job

and now, my grammy award winning lyrics
(all to the tune of “London Bridges”

Carpet Song:
“We sit quietly on the carpet
on the carpet
on the carpet
we sit quietly on the carpet
shh-shh-shh-shh

Peanut butter hands on the carpet
on the carpet
on the carpet
peanut butter hands on the carpet
shh-shh-shh-shh

criss-cross applesauce on the carpet
on the carpet
on the carpet
criss-cross applesauce on the carpet
shh-shh-shh-shh

we raise hands on the carpet
on the carpet
on the carpet
we raise hands on the carpet
shh-shh-shh-shh

listening ears on the carpet
on the carpet
on the carpet
listening ears on the carpet
shh-shh-shh-shh”

and then the “sitting quietly at our tables” song is just one verse over and over until everyone is back to their tables:
“we sit quietly at our tables
at our tables
at our tables
we sit quietly at our tables
shh-shh-shh-shh”

and finally, the hall song is:
“we are going in the hall
in the hall
in the hall
we are going in the hall
shh-shh-shh-shh

hip and lip in the hall
in the hall
in the hall
hip and lip in the hall
shh-shh-shh-shh”

One Response

  1. mom and dad

    great! now i can’t get those songs out of my head, either!

    maybe you can teach chase these songs when you get home tomorrow? he’s become quite a chatty cathy himself!

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