Beyond Little Hearts for His Glory:
Emmett is officially doing all of the writing for his Drawn into the Heart of Reading 2/3 Student Book!
For a few weeks, I wrote his answers for him as he dictated them to me. This time, I wrote them on a marker board as he dictated them to me, and then he copied them. It was tough for him to do, and it took concentration and perseverance, but when he was done, he was so proud!!! And I was too.
Those fine motor skills take time for kiddos to build up the 'muscles' to do. I know the importance of helping dc make the transition to writing themselves more and more, just as it becomes important to help dc make the transition to reading themselves more and more. They are skills to gradually hone and strengthen, and doing it incrementally through the HOD years as the guides give such good guidance on doing helps transitions that could be incredibly difficult later be quite overall... easy.
(I'm thinking of how well trained my Riley was to go into middle school work, and how well trained my Wyatt was to go into high school work.
) Here Emmett is with his all-time favorite read "Amelia Earhart" and his first official completed in his own handwriting DITHOR Student Notebook
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Math is an area that is not a natural fit for Emmett. He has to work at it. He simply is far more interested in almost anything else... the bird out the window, the stuffed buddy on the steps, the phone ringing, really - anything. For as much as my oldest is a 'numbers guy,' Emmett is a 'people guy,' and math (at the moment at least) is not especially in his top 10 interests.
God gifts all differently, doesn't He? This I am reminded of often by the diversity in my 3 sons. For these reasons, I am incredibly thankful for the 'I can do this' creative attitude towards math that the HOD hands-on activities evoke. Emmett has my sweet tooth, so anytime there are snacks in math, he is all ready to participate. In keeping with Singapore's habit of introducing multiple higher level skills throughout the year, Emmett is already working through division problems at 7 yo. From having been all the way through Singapore Math 6B with my oldest, and 5B with my middle ds, I know this is meant to be just that... an 'introduction.' I've quit sweating the fact that he doesn't totally get it before we move on. It will come back around again, so often, and in such clear yet varied ways, that all of a sudden... it clicks... and not just the steps for how to solve a problem, but also the kind of math mindset it takes to really get the 'why' behind it.
Here Emmett is dividing 15 snacks among three cups...
Emmett loves reading the poetry in Beyond Little Hearts together. We take turns reading stanzas, and on the days that he gets to choose a poem to share, he does it up big, with a karaoke microphone. He summons all who are available (and even those less readily available in the far corners of the house) to come listen as if he is on a grand stage. He clears his throat, 'Uh uh hum... uh uh hum...' and then begins reading as if he is a professional orator himself. Always at the close he does a royal bow, slow to rise and quite victorious in appearance when he finally stands. He always begs to read more, and it is our habit - especially my other sons - to indulge him. He is simply too cute and convincing to resist.
Another favorite activity with the poetry is the sequencing of the puzzle type pieces I've cut apart. He has gotten quite adept at it, and I love to try to stump him as much as he loves proving I cannot.
I just am cherishing this time with Emmett, as he is my last little one. It is such a joy to cuddle up on the couch and read with him, to see his crazy antics like his 'blinker winkers' and 'big eyes,' to hear his hearty laugh, to listen to him sing his Hide 'em in Your Heart CD so loudly with gusto, to watch him race around until I shout "Freeze" to breathlessly share his Bible verse... these are precious times. As "A Lantern in Her Hand" says so eloquently, the hands on the clock are sweeping away the hours... "while all the time there was that queer sensation of a wind rushing by, a wind she could not stop,Time going by which she could not say. 'Oh, stop the clock hands! Stop Time for a minute' until she could think..."
In Christ,
Julie