Veteraning
This morning we attended a Veterans' session at Playcentre. Veterans' sessions are designed for Playcentre graduates and their families to come back and feel the Playcentre love! It was really well attended today, with a lovely mix of children from babies to quite big kids, free-playing together. I whispered to my mate that this looked like some people's home-schooling dream!
It gave me immense pleasure to watch Isabelle paint. She completed many works, which are still drying at the Centre. She worked with passion and with intense concentration, sometimes frowning, her mouth wide in an "o" of concentration. She mixed colours, painted circles, and covered the paper entirely as she made representation after representation. Later, she played in gloop, shrieking with excitement as she ran around the Centre in the misty rain and wild wind, a strange, sticky, purple, glittery substance dripping slowly from her ear. (This was the girl who said she did not require a change of clothing, as she would not get messy).
Aidan's usual playmates weren't in attendance. He made an amazing block construction (Darth Vader's ship) which I photographed for my upcoming blocks workshop. He face painted himself as an orange tiger. He threw bean bags (and other stuff, but thankfully mainly bean bags...). He painted on the other side of the easel to Isabelle (often annoying her with his flick painting technique!). He mixed blue and purple. "Look Mummy!", he shouted to me from across the room, "I've made indigo! Blue and purple makes indigo!". He mixed it up with the big boys, sharing the train set and mobilo, and hiding out in the Wendy house.
Orla enjoyed playdough and pompoms, rocking horse and roly pops, observed her companions and washed her hands many times. I was amazed that she picked today as the second day of her life that she opted out of a nap.
I however opted in. Once home, after showering all three, feeding everyone, getting a meal into the slow cooker so that we could eat at a reasonable hour (Isabelle's ballet from 4.30-5.30 makes this otherwise difficult), I was exhausted. I dozed in my chair. The children buzzed around me, playing a complicated game about diamond castles, magic necklaces and mirrors (inspired by - dare I admit it - the latest Barbie movie).
I am looking forward to collecting all the dry art from the Centre tomorrow.
It gave me immense pleasure to watch Isabelle paint. She completed many works, which are still drying at the Centre. She worked with passion and with intense concentration, sometimes frowning, her mouth wide in an "o" of concentration. She mixed colours, painted circles, and covered the paper entirely as she made representation after representation. Later, she played in gloop, shrieking with excitement as she ran around the Centre in the misty rain and wild wind, a strange, sticky, purple, glittery substance dripping slowly from her ear. (This was the girl who said she did not require a change of clothing, as she would not get messy).
Aidan's usual playmates weren't in attendance. He made an amazing block construction (Darth Vader's ship) which I photographed for my upcoming blocks workshop. He face painted himself as an orange tiger. He threw bean bags (and other stuff, but thankfully mainly bean bags...). He painted on the other side of the easel to Isabelle (often annoying her with his flick painting technique!). He mixed blue and purple. "Look Mummy!", he shouted to me from across the room, "I've made indigo! Blue and purple makes indigo!". He mixed it up with the big boys, sharing the train set and mobilo, and hiding out in the Wendy house.
Orla enjoyed playdough and pompoms, rocking horse and roly pops, observed her companions and washed her hands many times. I was amazed that she picked today as the second day of her life that she opted out of a nap.
I however opted in. Once home, after showering all three, feeding everyone, getting a meal into the slow cooker so that we could eat at a reasonable hour (Isabelle's ballet from 4.30-5.30 makes this otherwise difficult), I was exhausted. I dozed in my chair. The children buzzed around me, playing a complicated game about diamond castles, magic necklaces and mirrors (inspired by - dare I admit it - the latest Barbie movie).
I am looking forward to collecting all the dry art from the Centre tomorrow.
Labels: Aidan, child art, Isabelle, Orla, Playcentre
posted by Mary at 8:55 pm
1 Comments:
That sounds so great, it does sound like the unschooling dream doens't it! A PC friend and I have often thought about how you could set up a PC for primary aged kids, and how great it would be. Nice to be back online again - its been a funny few months. I must be due just a few weeks after you!
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