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Archive for May 2009

I have a friend who posted on Facebook about some upcoming crazy celebration days for this week.    Let’s see . . .  Twilight Zone Day on May 11, Kite and Limerick Day on Tuesday, and Dance Like a Chicken Day on Thursday.  Let the fun begin!  But another celebration worth mentioning is going on all week . . . it’s National Children’s Book Week!

childrens book week

 

You loyal readers know that, as a Barefoot Books stallholder, this is right up my alley!   So I thought I’d post a few fun ways to get your kids involved in reading.

Of course, Barefoot has such high-quality, fantastic books for kids.  But check out the activity page site here for downloadable, printable .pdf pages for your kids to color.  The sheets correspond to some of our popular favorites, like Portside Pirates, Whole World, or Thesaurus Rex.   The activity sheet for We All Went on Safari even helps to teach kids to count to ten in Swahili!  They’re a lot of fun, and a great way to tie in some other concepts like colors, synonyms, counting, and even tracing and drawing while reading one of the books, too!

For more activity sheet fun, and some great stories for kids, click on over to my Barefoot Books website!   And check out your local library or bookstore for some activities surrounding National Children’s Book Week.

Happy Reading!

We took a field trip recently.  A class of 3-year-olds at a local nature center, with different rooms that correspond to caves, lakes/rivers, and grasslands.  Lots of insects, snakes, amphibians, slithery-slimy creatures that’s just right for the preschool set!

But not for some of the moms.

You see, I have this major irrational tiny little fear of spiders. 

I’ve gotten much better about the small ones.  I even kill some myself (without screaming!), if found trespassing in my humble abode.  It’s the large ones I can’t handle.   Yes, underneath my calm, rational (ha!) exterior, I DO have a crazy phobia.  Arachnophobia.

I blame it on my mother (Thanks, Mom — I know you’ll read this!) who scared me with the Little Miss Muffet horror story.   And remember the Brady Bunch episode in Hawaii?  You know what I mean . . . terrifying!  And this fear is why I haven’t been able to bring myself to watch the Harry Potter movies, either!  I LOVED the books, but even reading a few small parts with the spiders, I had to read those areas really quickly to speed right through.

But I digress.    Back to the field trip.

I was so proud of my little Miss M, who had no problems holding the slithery snake, picking up bugs, and getting her hands into all the good hands-on learning activities. 

But then . . . there was the spider part.

I actually had to look away, and not make a scene.  I quietly told the teacher of my fear, so she didn’t think I was crazy to have to stand up and walk to the back of the room.  And I stole a quick glance at Miss M . . . she was TOUCHING, or dare I say PETTING a hairy leg of this creature!   YIKES!

I’m getting a little bit anxious just thinking about it right now, and hoping I won’t have nightmares.  I’m also thinking how I could have made this anecdote much more descriptive, but I’m too afraid!

One of the other moms took pictures, and I have yet to receive them.  I won’t bother reminding her, either!

The good thing — and I’m really trying hard — is that I don’t think Miss M is aware of my arachnophobia.  I really don’t want her to be, either.  And as much as it physically pained me to watch this display of insect-love, I was proud of her.  And slightly proud of myself for not passing along this irrational fear to her and making a big deal of it.  

Yet. 

I mean, I can only fake it so much.  But perhaps my willingness for my girls to be exposed to many things and not have their OWN irrational fears will slowly diminish my own.  I mean, really — I used to cry in college if someone even mentioned what one friend calls “the S word.”  I can even say it now.   SPIDERS.     See?!  Look at me!!  I’m almost cured, for God’s sake!  🙂

In the meantime, though, I’ll leave the spider-love where it belongs . . . anywhere but near me.