This week was about the letter D. Yes, I know it's Thursday, but we usually don't do anything on Friday other than our Bible lesson, because, well....he's only 3 and I have to vacuum and clean sometime.
The Zoo Phonics set that was on Ebay for cheap-cheap went sky high at the last minute and I wasn't able to snag it. Shoot bummer. (I'm starting to sound like my 3 year old!) So, we are just doing the motions for Zoo Phonics and continuing with Confessions' Letter of the Week curriculum. (I bought the whole thing for $10 and am enjoying the activities. I have no intention of reinventing ANY wheel!)
We finished up our Five Little Monkey's Jumping on the Bed lapbook, and you can see the final project - a monkey puppet - hanging on the closet door. I love how he's really understanding how to correctly hold a writing tool, although it's hard to see it in either of these photos.
Here is his final David and Goliath picture. (Obviously I helped him out a little bit.) Every picture he colors has to get cut out so he can paste it on construction paper. (I found this picture on some random preschool coloring page.) In our Bible book we just finished up David and Goliath and of course, as we all know, Goliath ends up dead. William for some reason, is still stuck on Moses. (I think it's because we spent a great deal of time on Moses.) Anyway, I've told him numerous times that "Moses is dead. Gone. We are done with Moses." So, when we got to the part where David kills Goliath William pipes up, "So, now Goliath is dead? Just like Moses? So now we're done with Goliath?" Yes Son, we're done with Goliath. And since we're "done with Goliath" he really doesn't want to sing the "Only A Boy Named David" song because why? "We're done with him!"
This picture has everything to do with the letter D. Disastrous! I know some people think that I am wound up a little too tightly and don't like messes, but here's proof I'm settling down...a bit. I'm not sure William's face ever had food on it, because I kept him quite clean. But with #2...I'm starting to let go a little and let her be a little messy. Let's just say, though, that immediately after she finished her sandwich she was cleaned up! What can I say?