Good morning! Let me bring you up to date on letter Tt! It was terrific! It was tremendous! It was toooo much turkey fun together!
We all listened to the tick of my clock from off the wall held very close to our ears, “tih, tih, tih”. We learned “Tt Ticks To Tell The Time!” We discovered many Tt words, train, tiger, turkey; even Teletubby!
We sang and twirled for one last time as we spelled B R O W N, being our last color word for the year. We will miss our color weeks. In past years, we have heard the children ask, “What color is it this week?” Sorry! No more colors. You can wear anything you want. Inevitably, someone will ask, “So what color do I wear?”
We will also not be having anymore Show-N-Tell until after Christmas. We will use the time to learn songs and dances for our program on the 20th at 10:00am. Please, please mark your calendars to attend. You will not want to miss it. We will have a hat and/or prop or a cane for every song they sing. You will want to invite family members and/or grandparents to attend. Plan on using your cameras bigtime!
We jumped right into the grateful holiday by making turkey hats. As soon as the children started, we began to hear a myriad of squawks and clucks. Despite my persistence to remind the children that a turkey says, “gobble, gobble”, the end result was a chicken barnyard. Madden led the foul group, “Look! I’m a chicken! Bawk! Bawk! Bawk!” flapping his wings to lead a string of brainless birds flapping and squawking and strutting around! “Madden, It’s a turkey! Turkeys gobble! They gobble!” Too funny!
It just got bigger and better, louder and squawky-er as the week progressed. By the time we made our turkey/number game and made our turkey bag costumes, I’m sure the week had gone to the birds! Ha! I couldn’t, resist while packing the little birdies in their cars, announcing, “This one was a real turkey today!” Buah-ha-ha-ha-ha!
We were surprised and delighted one of those mornings to have one little turkey change the mood of our day. It was totally refreshing when we heard Gracia softly serenading herself during tub time, “Glo-oh-oh-oh-oh, O-oh-oh-oh-oh, O-oh-oh-oh, Or-ia!” repeating the chorus over and over again as she stacked blocks together. It was the sweetest thing! It absolutely filled me with the Christmas Spirit and I have longed for that holiday to come ever since. Thank you, Gracia!
A couple of fun conversations: I can’t even remember what Dani did wrong, but she profoundly announced, “I made a mistake, Mrs. McClure! Mistakes happen!” So cute!
While waiting for Ryder to get picked up one day, he asked me what my big door was, high up inside the preschool. I told him it was my attic door. I asked, “Do you have an attic?” “Yah. We keep dogs and chickens and goats in our attic.” Really? “Yah. ‘Cause they always want to run away!”
I get a kick out of Ryder. He is always saying things that make us laugh or raise an eyebrow. Several weeks ago as we were waiting for rides, my husband and daughter parked down the street and came in through the front door of my house. Ryder alerted me, “Mrs. McClure! I think I just saw your gramma and grampa going inside your house!” I tried to repeat that to tell Miss Julie at the time and I could not even get the words out! I was doubled over so much from laughing. We still laugh at that. Surprisingly enough, my daughter and husband were not amused!
This coming week is a change from our regular schedule. I hope you noticed it on the calendar and the treat schedule. We sent a note explaining most of that along with a plea to send 25 small bite-sized somethings for our feast. Please send no backpacks on that day and the ‘somethings’ in a disposable bag or container. We will be dressing in our Indian costumes. It is a fact that 99 braves and their chief attended the first thanksgiving feast with the pilgrims to honor and help celebrate their gratitude for them with so much abundance in the face of starvation. So, in a great effort to throw all political “correctness” out the window in order to honor the true facts of history, we will be representing those 99 braves who helped to save some starting immigrants; our ancestors. Times will remain the same. We simply switched school on Wednesday, to Tuesday so we could dress up the children, celebrate the feast and add a day that didn’t encroach upon my own Thanksgiving plans.
Might I add my thankful heart and gratitude for all of you wonderfully supportive parents who patiently plow through these lengthy emails and follow our suggestions and requests to an abundant degree? How very thankful we are for you and your perfect children. Thankful. Thankful. Thankful.
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