Showing posts with label My Wednesday Walk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Wednesday Walk. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

My Wednesday Walk: Rainbows

This week the youngest son and I read one of his favorite books on rainbows called “What makes a Rainbow,” We made rainbows out of construction paper puffy paint (for the clouds). It was a fun activity even though we had no rain.My boys enjoy the rain, even though my husband and I know with rain comes flooding in our area. Sometimes on not so rainy days the boys and I look outside to see if we

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

My Wedneday walk: Ladybugs

In the late Spring my children and I spent a unit study on the insects and bugs. When we were learning about the ladybug we discovered that there over 5,000 species of Ladybugs. We found out that they all start in life pretty much the same way.A ladybug comes from an egg their mother lays, they change to a larvae stage and then they become a pupa. Then it is time for them to climb unto a branch

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

My Wednesday walk: Brotherly Love

I have noticed for the past several weeks my youngest son has been very temperamental. Some call it the terrible twos. He's four and I am not sure what to call it now...he gets angry when he does not get what he wants whether it is food, toys, books. etc. He picks on his big brother who although is six years older, does not fight back against him. His brother instead tells him "I love you Brother

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

My Wednesday walk: Storms

If you live in Texas, you know the weather changes at the drop of a hat. Only here, do you need to keep clothing for different seasons on hand. You could be out wearing shorts and a top and by dusk need pants and a jacket.During the Spring and Summer seasons, storms come and go. The skies can be clear and next moment dark with severe thunder storms. Sometimes, it is not uncommon to hear a tornado

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

My Wednesday Walk: the glass bottle

I can remember as a young child on Saturday mornings my brothers and I would ride our bikes and look on the side of the road searching for empty soda bottles that people had discarded. Back then "soda pop" or "soda water" as we call it here in the South came in glass bottles. People would take the empty bottles to the store and collect two cents. Some people did not care for the getting two