Welcome to our Dragonfly Cove Care Home and our Nook and a Book reading corner. This blog is a living, growing record of our kiddos during this beautiful time in our lives together. This kind of blogging is as personal and intimate as writing a journal or diary. Memories and experiences are the greatest gifts we can bestow on our children. Here we document and share the unique experiences, ideas and inspirations enriching our lives and the children in our care. You will see various pictures of our kiddos learning through play and inquiry in every day life♥
A couple of ideas and quotes related to our blog and growth...
"Life isn't about finding yourself; It's about creating yourself."
"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass; it's learning to dance in the rain"
My passion and love of learning stems from a belief that learning is a life-long process. We strive to be open and adaptable to the many changes and challenges of everyday life. I try to model continued learning as the children see me reading, studying and implementing new, creative adaptations and theory to our home indoor and outdoor environments and lives. By giving them these roots, my hope is they will also follow a path of inquiry and know as students of life, they will always be learning and growing♥
Here is an excerpt from "How Does Learning Happen? Ontario’s Pedagogy for the Early Years" which directly pertains to our blog here...
"a means of sharing perspectives with parents and colleagues. When families and others are invited to contribute to the documentation and share their own interpretations, it can provide even more insights that children, educators, and families can return to, reflect on, and remember in order to extend learning."
We love reading your thoughts and comments! Thanks so much for embarking on this special, memorable journey with us... lots of love♥
Tuesday, 20 December 2011
Tuesday, 13 December 2011
What shall I give my child this year? Looking through isles of toys and games I wondered, what would be something that my child would treasure and create lasting memories? What would I really like to give him, if I could?
The gift of family legacy.
This year I will read the Christmas cards we get to my child and explain who Great Aunt Ruth is and the things she did in her life.
The gift of patience and memories.
This year I will not rush my child when we are baking cookies, wrapping gifts or decorating – and not be concerned about how things “look.”
The gift of understanding.
I will not yell or think of my child as ungrateful when I step on pieces from new games.
The gift of family history.
This year I will make sure the camera has film and I will get the pictures developed before the end of the year.
The gift of compassion.
I will teach my child by example and let him see me give to the Salvation Army bell ringers.
The gift of giving.
My child and I will adopt a child from a local “Giving Tree” project.
The gift of love.
I will hug my child just a little bit tighter and sit at my child’s bedside a few minutes longer watching him sleep – for the mothers that want desperately want to and can’t this year.
Monday, 12 December 2011
I thought I'd keep it as a pet and let it sleep with me
I made it some pajamas and a pillow for it's head
Then, last night it ran away
But first -- it wet the bed.
The First Snow
Plunge in the deep drifts and toss it up so!
Rollick and roll in the feathery fleece
Plucked out of the breasts of the marvelous geese
By the little old woman who lives in the sky;
Have ever you seen her? No, neither have I!
In the dark of December
A magical thing
And sweet to remember:
"We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,"
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
Falling from the sky;
On the wall and housetops
Soft and thick they lie.
On the branches bare;
Now how fast they gather,
Filling all the air.
Where the grass was green;
Covered by the snowflakes,
Not a blade is seen.
All look soft and white,
Every twig is laden,
What a pretty sight!
The Frosted Pane
All my window-pane was pearly
With a sparkling little picture traced in lines of shining white;
Some magician with a gleaming
Frosty brush, while I was dreaming,
Must have come and by the starlight worked through all the quiet night.
And a frosty church and steeple,
And a frosty bridge and river tumbling over frosty rocks;
Frosty mountain peaks that glimmered,
And fine frosty ferns that shimmered,
And a frosty little pasture full of frosty little flocks.
And it glittered, oh, so whitely,
That I gazed and gazed in wonder at the lovely painted pane;
Then the sun rose high and higher
With his wand of golden fire
Till, alas, my picture vanished and I looked for it in vain!
Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs,
Window robins, winter rooks,
And the picture story-books.
Nurse and I can walk upon;
Still we find the flowing brooks
In the picture story-books.
Wait upon the children's eye,
Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks,
In the picture story-books.
Seas and cities, near and far,
And the flying fairies' looks,
In the picture story-books.
Happy chimney-corner days,
Sitting safe in nursery nooks,
Reading picture story-books?
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.
To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.
Me in my comforter and cap;
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding cake.