So I haven't written about homeschooling through preschool lately. That's probably because, if I were to label myself, I'm an Unschooler Preschool Teacher. I'm totally milking the fact that it is not required that a child have a formal education in their preschool years. Life happens and I mentally label them as "science lesson", "history lesson", "character lesson", "pop culture lesson". Well, maybe not the last one...I did try to put on some soft classical music during breakfast the other day in the interest of culturing their musical ear. The response? "No, Mom. I don't like that music." Well, too bad; you're listening to it because it will make you smarter. Also, I haven't had my coffee yet and it makes me feel calmer in the midst of shoving waffles, fruit and yogurt across the counter and figuring out which cup you will approve of to drink your milk in. So...just listen.
Lately, Ethan's been really into science things. Sometime this winter I scored a great deal on a box of 50 pre-school and kindergarten level non-fiction books. Originally, I had planned on keeping them separate from his normal kid books and pulling them out when a teaching moment arose. And then I thought, why? Why not let non-fiction become a normal part of his reading routine? Let him be interested in whatever seems interesting. I hate non-fiction, and I especially hate science, so if I can encourage interest in both of those, I really should.
He loves those books. Last week, he was really into the books on spiders. Yea. Then he wanted me to read the book on bruises. And then the one about apples. And then the one about your five senses. He discovered how cool The Magic Schoolbus is and has been completely obsessed with it. Thanks to those books and the DVDs we got out of the library, he wants to look at that thing dangling in the back of everyone's throats (yeah, I don't know what it's called. I probably need an anatomy refresher.)
A few days ago, he found a book about an astronaut living on a space shuttle. He read it multiple times during breakfast. Last night, he was blasting off in the driveway and shooting off into the sky. Earlier this week, my mom texted me that my uncle's rocket satellite was blasting off from Alaska and we could watch it live online (here). So we did.
They loved it. As soon as it was over, they jumped off their chairs, blasted off and ran upstairs to dig their space shuttles out of their car/airplane bin.
Science lesson: check. That was easy.
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