Naomi didn’t want to show me at first – I think she was afraid I’d make her pull them all out…
Naomi didn’t want to show me at first – I think she was afraid I’d make her pull them all out…
Math table!!! Big kid doing math test, little kid doing rod addition!
Following my new choose-her-own-Miquon philosophy, Naomi chose and worked this entire sheet almost without complaint! Numeral reverals are still troubling her, and she gets very frustrated when I point it out, so I have backed off a bit.
Rainbow Resources sells a Cuisenaire Rod Track and I decided it would be a good thing to have – two days too late to add it to our order last week. The track itself costs only $4, but with shipping, well, a lot more. So I decided to make one to tide us over until my next Rainbow order (this was only my third, so really, they’re not very frequent).
Here’s the REAL THING:
And here’s my DIY version!
They didn’t have any trays that were a) this long, b) this sturdy and c) not quite so seasonal… sigh.
There is exactly 1cm between the rulers, allowing up to 30cm of rod length to slide neatly in between (the original is 50cm long). The three rods at left add to 27cm (10+9+8); so do the seven rods at right (2+1+6+1+9+4+4).
I hope it’ll look slightly less gluey when it’s dry, but really, I couldn’t care less. We’ll have the real thing soon enough, no doubt. It’s only $4, and looks way deeper than mine, so GZ would probably enjoy it for lining up his trains.
Speaking of cheap n’ cheerful, I was thinking more about sandpaper letters and quickly threw these together while Naomi was practicing Handwriting Without Tears today. She did the ones on the right: I wrote the letters with marker and she traced them somewhat messily with glue.
To make the raised letters, I used the dyed baby pasta I made for our Israel map project back in June.
Fun with manipulatives!!!
Adapted from the Vayishlach pages of Parsha Pages for Sefer Bereishis, this is a basic overview of the continuation of the parsha story in a traditional “Q&A” format, easily reworked for kids of any age. Answers in brackets are traditional responses, from parsha text and midrash. But be open to anything your child might have to say!
In the beginning of this parsha, יוסף is still in jail!
פרעה had two strange dreams:
In the first dream… (seven skinny cows swallowed seven fat cows)
In the second dream… (seven skinny stalks of grain swallowed seven fat stalks of grain)
פרעה’s שר המשקים (wine butler) told him about a person who could explain the dreams… (יוסף!)
יוסף told פרעה that the dreams meant a famine was coming!
How many good years would there be first? (seven)
Then how many years with not enough food? (seven)
יוסף had some advice for פרעה… (save up food during the good years)
פרעה needed a wise person to help save up food… (so he chose יוסף!)
יוסף went from being a slave to being a very important person in מצרים.
פרעה gave יוסף … (jewellery, clothing, a ride in his chariot) to show how important he was.
פרעה gave יוסף (his own ring!) to show that יוסף was in charge.
פרעה also gave him a new מצרי name… (צָפְנַת פַּעְנֵחַ)… and a wife (אָסְנַת).
יוסף and אסנת had two sons, אפרים and מנשה… (on שבת, we bench boys to become like them…!)
יוסף saved up more than enough food! Then, the famine came.
Was the famine only in מצרים? (no, it was also in ארץ כנען)
יעקב sent ten of יוסף’s brothers to מצרים… (to bring back food for the whole family)
Which brother didn’t יעקב send? (בנימין; he didn’t want to lose the last of רחל’s sons)
Did the brothers recognize יוסף when they got to מצרים? (no, they did not!)
יוסף recognized his brothers, though. He decided to test them!
What did יוסף need to find out? (if his brothers had done teshuvah for betraying him)
יוסף gave his brothers some food, but said if they wanted more, they had to bring… (בנימין)
Did יעקב want to send בנימין? (no, he did not!)
One of the brothers promised to be in charge of בנימין… (יהודה)
The brothers went down to מצרים again to get more food.
As they were about to go back home, יוסף ordered his guards to open… (בנימין’s bag)
What did the guards find there? (יוסף’s silver cup!)
Did בנימין really steal the cup? (no, יוסף’s guards put it there)
The guards told the brothers that בנימין would have to… (stay as a slave in מצרים)
Are the brothers going to leave בנימין as a slave, the way they did with יוסף?
יוסף wants to make sure they’ve learned their lesson and will stick up for their brother.
We’ll find out whether they have done teshuvah in next week’s Parsha…
It happens: gulp, gulp, gulp – he has to pull off, take a break, because you are the proverbial milk factory.
Now that my baby is three years old, he is no longer in danger of drowning, to say the least. Now, I am rarely sure anything is “going on” when he has his nummies; now, I savour every last one of our cuddles, because he’ll announce “all done” at any second; now, he is falling asleep on me less and less often (how will I know when it’s the last time I feel his body twitch and go perfectly still, his breath a soft melody against me); now, I know he will not be mine, in the same way, ever again – and now, being engorged is a welcome feeling.
Now, it reminds me sweetly of when he was small. Of course, it is never too painful now, just a fleeting pang-iness when I have missed bedtime and have a little too much to go around. I don’t bother doing anything about it, except maybe try to linger a bit longer the next time, if he’ll stick around – he has a busy life now and not much time for cuddling.
With a tiny baby, engorgement was a panic thing – because of supply and demand, every time it happened, I was sure there would be less milk next time. Yet we’ve survived; he seems to have gotten more than his share.
Now, it just reminds me that we are closer to The End than I might like.
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Hi! We are a Jewish family of 6 (2 parents, 4 kids) and all our meals are kosher.
Last week was pretty bad, mealwise, with not one but TWO pretty major crash-n-burn episodes. Not literally burn, or crash, but it always feels like a massive failure when I cannot get supper on the table by 6:15ish. On Tuesday, I wasn’t feeling well and Ted was home, so we ordered pizza, for a change. And then on Thursday, the sourdough cornbread turned out very, VERY badly. Nothing much we could do except eat it, but nobody has touched the leftovers. Sheesh – I just realized; what a terrible week in bread.
Perhaps to help with the burnout, Ted seems to have stepped up as the Shabbos menu-planner. I don’t mind – he either preps everything himself or at least tells me what to cook. I love leaving my brain out of it entirely. Maybe I’ll have him post his Shabbos meal plans directly on here. He usually plans it out on Wednesday before he goes shopping… so organized!
Anyway, for this week in family meals, I’m aiming low. Low, low, low… here we go!
Sunday (last night, Mommy & Abigail here): CORN FRITTERS (My mother complained through the whole meal that they were NOT her mother’s corn fritters, though I’d never claimed they were. I make mine with beer batter and they are utterly savoury and delightful.)… leftover Pumpkin Black-Bean soup from last Thursday, spread farther with extra frozen pumpkin, cider and curry powder… plus Susie Fishbein’s Spicy Carrot Sticks. Yum!
Monday (tonight, Ted late): Ted “made” supper – perogies, fish of some sort, and frozen peas (thawed and cooked, of course)
Tuesday: Pasta with fake-crab alfredo sauce – YM has spoken!
Wednesday (Chanukah): Traditional latkes, of course!!! Maybe with chicken wings? Or is that too weird a combination, or too much fried-type stuff (I do the wings in the oven, so maybe it’s okay)… I am craving chicken wings, though!
Thursday (Vegan Vursday, still Chanukah): Pumpkin latkes plus… what…? Soup?
Friday (still more Chanukah, sheesh): I have no clue what to eat, as always.
Check out this inexpensive homemade magnetic bulletin-board idea for scheduling your family’s activities! (or arranging various homeschool subjects and events!)
In this context, it’s a meal plan scheduler (and yes, I know it’s Monday and I don’t have my menu plan up yet!), but I can think of about a bazillion more uses…
It’s called חנן הגנן/Chanan HaGanan, and it’s a very cute story by רינת הופר/Rinat Hoffer/Hopper? (I have no idea, really!)
The rhymes are so catchy I quickly found a way to sing the refrain of the book and the message of this story is wonderful.
Chanan sells his fruits to five children, promising a treasure inside every one. The kids eat the fruit, but complain that all they see is the pit. He tells them gently that the pit IS the treasure. One by one, they plant their seeds, and five wonderful trees spring up, each one bearing fruit, and each fruit carrying its own treasure.
A great story for Tu b’Shvat or any old time. The vocabulary is not very challenging, and it introduces good vocabulary like אילן, עץ ,פעמון ,גן, and, of course, many exotic fruit-names! We have never tried most of the fruits, including persimmon, guava, dates (fresh).
The tree pictures are so silly; both kids love sitting and staring at them and finding the not-tree objects growing in them: an egg, a boot, a pretzel, a key.
This is our second Hoffer/Hopper book; the first was Ayelet Metayelet, which was also a fun read with the same addictive rhymes.
Oh, wow. I just discovered this YouTube video where you can hear the story read as a class of kids acts it out – no wonder that kid has a cast on his arm, the teacher is letting him climb up a folding table! OMG, my kids will love this video!!! It’s adorable!
Just thought I’d share this…
I have been getting more than a bit frustrated “doing” Miquon math, and I had a revelation over Shabbos. Which I always hate, because I can’t write it down… on the other hand, it forces me to keep whatever it is IN my thoughts so I don’t forget.
So here was the revelation: I’m working too hard to do it in order. Of course it’s dull doing so many pages of counting or number lines or whatever – you’re not supposed to do them in order. That’s Part One. Part two is: I’m trying too hard.
Miquon is supposed to be student-directed, whereas we’ve been doing it like our other subjects, where I demonstrate a concept, Naomi explores it for a bit, she works on the worksheet, and DONE.
No, no, no, no, no.
I reread the First Grade Diary, a guidebook that (kind of) shows how one teacher (the woman who created the program) teaches math with Miquon, and it hit me like a lightbulb.
In the First Grade Diary, the lessons are usually divided into at least two parts, one teacher-directed, playing a game, demonstrating a concept, etc. And then a second part where kids choose activities and/or pick lab sheets to “experiment” with.
Yup… the KIDS choose the worksheets. Well, then! That’s a little different, isn’t it?
So this afternoon, I ransacked both workbooks (I have the first two, Orange and Red, but may get the next two if we continue with this new system), tearing out every single sheet I felt Naomi Rivka was remotely ready for.
Not just addition, which we have been dutifully slogging through, but measurement, inequalities, geometry, odd-even, because I think it would be fun and easy, and – because she’s really into clocks right now – the first of the “time” worksheets.
So far, I’ve hole-punched all the torn-out worksheets and stuck them in a binder, roughly grouped into topics and separated by dividers. And THAT is what we will use for math this week, and perhaps from now on.
Not the thick workbooks, with all their irrelevant (or rather, not-yet-relevant) pages, but this binder, which has exactly 16 pieces of paper in it so far. This seems to me a very lovely number: not overwhelming; perfect for child-directed learning.
It’s almost Montessori in its elegance.
p.s. Bonus! This method will also allow me to incorporate occasional worksheets from elsewhere – online printables, selections from her Clock Math book or even this cute Dreidel Graphing exercise from Mommzy over at Jewish Homeschool. Or cool printables from this site I’ve just discovered!
Not that I’m in favour of MORE worksheets. No busywork, please! Just fun with math…
Last night's gingybread is done! I think it looks great, and you know I don't say that about most of the slapdash craft projects that take place around here...
I love this roof!
Here's what we used for decoration:
Won't you come inside, little children, so I can fatten you up...???
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It’s gingerbread time again! This is an extremely goyish thing, I know… and yet, and yet. Being at Pioneer Village last weekend, surrounded by the waft of gingery aromas in all the houses… well, we may be Jews, but we’re also Canadian, and gingerbread is a Canadian thing – NOT an Xmas thing. Especially if it’s still November while you’re doing it!
I chose an interesting pattern online, for a haunted house, but that’s okay… I like the jaunty angle of the walls, but otherwise, it looked simple enough.
(it says to print the squares to one inch – I enlarged it but mine still came out smaller… I was okay with that because it was big ENOUGH)
We mixed up my classic reliable gingerbread recipe. Naomi helped!
We took an evening walk to my mother’s house to pick up some hard candies. All she had was Ricola cough drops and some sugar-free ones. I wasn’t sure if the sugar-free ones would melt properly and/or be disgusting, but I took them anyway.
Rolled it out with a wine bottle instead of the rolling pin because I used butter and I want to keep the rolling pin pareve.
Traced and cut out the pieces (I did most of it – Naomi was dragging the knife and her pieces kept tearing, plus her “straight” lines were wonky)!
Crushed up the Ricola and sugar-free candies to place in the windows – always my favourite part of making the house AND of the finished house.
I cut out one window in the shape of a letter “N” for Naomi Rivka, and then realized it makes it look like the word NO. Scary!
Baked the pieces in two batches, and we used a l’chaim cup to cut the extra dough into “coins”. Here they all are!!! At this point, I read the kids a story, and put them to bed.
No way I’m doing burnt sugar with kids running around!
Fastest way to ruin a frying pan!
No pics of this step because I was working so quickly: glue, glue, glue, glue.
Smart-person tip from a pro! This year, I actually remembered to bring up a bunch of food tins from the basement ahead of time to prop up the pieces as they dry. With burnt-sugar, it only takes a few seconds, but in those few seconds, you will wish you had seventeen hands! Thank you, evaporated milk!!!
The gingy house looked very nice before I added the vestibule. We even made a lovely window on the house’s front panel; I forgot that it wouldn’t be visible… we ought to have done one on the vestibule instead. (doh!)
The vestibule didn’t fit properly: I had to trim the roof so it would fit snugly, and then I did too much and had to trim the walls a bit also.
And, of course, it looks kind of gross with all the sugar goobered everywhere. (you can see the colour change in the sugar between the first pieces I glued and the last ones. The main roof went on last, and it has the darkest sugar.
That chimney is weird. I should have put it a bit lower down… or maybe left it off entirely. But really, these photos are quite forgiving – it’s a bit ugly, but I’m not worried!
The true test of a gingy-house is how it lights up. This one didn’t score so well on that front, I’m afraid. Pop in two tea lights and… underwhelming.
Peering into the dark, scary vestibule…!
Oh, yeah… and here’s the original (taken from this site), just for comparison!
Nice!!! Ours is not TOO far off. And keep in mind that ours still needs to be decorated. It’ll be fabulous, I promise!
Gingies of the past:
Postscript: here’s what it looked like with the decorations!