Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Pumpkin Patch

A couple weeks ago, before the morning sickness set in and I was overwhelmingly tired, Morgan and I took Henry to a local apple orchard/ pumpkin patch. It's the same place where the infamous grumpy lip picture was taken. It was the most beautiful day, and I'm so glad we did it before I got too sick and the weather got too cold. 


This was one of those days that I was happy the heat of summer was gone. Plus, who doesn't love eating a big donut, and apple cider? 

Have you been to the pumpkin patch this year?

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Monday, October 28, 2013

Letter U Tot School

Henry is 31 months old. 

After a one week fall break, tot school {and tot school co-op} were back this week. The letter is U, which is pretty challenging. We are starting on a streak of tough letters so hopefully I will be able to figure out some activities. Prior to this week Henry could say and identify the letter U. 

On the first tray was a "you" activity. Since the letter U is limited, we did a few "you" activities. On this tray were pictures of each of the children in the co-op printed on a colored card. Then, there was a second card with the child's name printed on it in a dashed font. The children could then match their picture to their name, place it in a dry erase sheet, and use a marker to trace their name.


The name and picture cards were the same color so the activity was self-correcting. I think many of the children were able to find their name and picture, but not as many {including Henry} were able to actually trace their names. I think I will keep this activity in the classroom for a while so kids can do it whenever they want.



The second tray was a little fine motor work. The tray included a number of paper umbrellas and some floral foam. The idea was to poke the umbrellas into the foam. This was really popular and Henry's favorite tray for the week. It was easy enough for the kids to take the umbrellas out and put them in. Only downside was that the umbrellas are really fragile, so many took quite the beating. So, if you want to do this, have a lot of umbrellas on hand.


The final main tray was another umbrella activity. On the tray was a large colorful paper umbrella and some pop-poms. I place a circle in each color and increased the number in each color. That way, the activity was great for color-matching and for simple counting.


Other activities this week included: 

Utensil sorting: I included a basket {with 4 sections} with a couple forks, knifes, and spoons. The kids could then sort the utensils out by type. This was another one of Hen's favorite.


Letter U Sensory Bin: For as small as it was, I was surprised that this actually got quite a bit of use by a lot of the children including Henry.


Letter U Magnet Board: This was really sad, just a couple of letter U's. Still, I saw a surprising number of kids using the tray.


Under, Over, In, and Out: On this tray, I included a cup and a ball with 4 cards picturing the ball under, over, in, and out of the cup. The kids could then replicated the action. This was one of those things that some kids picked up super quickly, and others really didn't understand. Henry didn't really understand it, he got in and out, but struggled with under. 



"You" Matching: Using pictures of all the children, I created a simple matching game, using pictures of each of the children. Turned out to be an easy fun matching game. 


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Friday, October 25, 2013

Pregnancy Update

So, I'm sorry it's been slow around here the last couple weeks, I'm really hoping to get back to blogging regularly next week. I'm dealing with pretty crippling anxiety that's making it hard to do anything other than lay in bed or watch TV.

The good news is, as far as I know, I'm still pregnant. We stopped betas after the 3rd one because they were making me too anxious, so I have no real confirmation -- other than I've had no spotting or bleeding and I'm starting to feel more crappy. I can also pretty much eat an enormous amount of food all day long, but I've had a few moments of nausea. But, I've also been really crampy which worries me.

I'm also on progesterone twice a day, so part of me just believes that's stopping a miscarriage from occurring even though it should have. It's also making me so tired I can barely function and causing super bloat. By the evening my bloat bump is as big as it was with Henry at 10-11 weeks.

Tomorrow, I'll be officially 6 weeks. So, I've already made it further than 3 of the 4 losses. My first OB appointment is on Wednesday, and then I have my first ultrasound on Nov. 4. Basically, we are just trying to pass the time until the 4th to confirm a heartbeat, while I know that isn't a guarantee of a healthy pregnancy, its a big step in the right direction.

Please, keep praying guys and thinking good thoughts.

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Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Pregnancy Loss Guest Post - Lindsay

{This is Lindsay, and her experience with losing twins. To see all the pregnancy loss guest posts, click here.}

In February 2011, my husband, Charlie, and I were in the thick of early parenthood. We had a rambunctious, beautiful 1 ½ year old son, Gus. We had many dreamy conversations in our early relationship about the large family we one day hoped to have, so we started entertaining the idea of “trying” to add to our family a few months after Gus turned 1. A month later, we were staring at a positive pregnancy test. We were absolutely thrilled. This baby would be due in November, right after Gus’s 2nd birthday. My OB scheduled an ultrasound for a couple of weeks later so we could nail down an expected due date.
           
On the day of the ultrasound, we were shocked to learn that we were expecting twins. The ultrasound tech warned us that Baby B’s sac was a bit on the small side, but not to worry too much.
           
The next couple of weeks were a blur of excitement and terror. Twins? Twins! We have a 900 square foot house; where were we going to put three children? How are we going to afford this? We have to move. I’m going to have to quit my job. Two beautiful, precious babies, how could we get this lucky?  But how will we make it work? Each time I started thinking the negative thoughts about the hardships twins presented, I felt so guilty and thought of the ultrasound tech’s warning about Baby B. I reminded myself to just be thankful that we had twins; the rest would fall into place.  Things are things; these two little lives are miracles.
           
About a month after the ultrasound, Charlie had to leave for a business trip to Texas. The day before he left, I had some light spotting. Worried, I called the doctor and was reassured this was completely normal, especially with a twin pregnancy. The day Charlie left, the spotting was a bit heavier. I called the doctor again and was again reassured, but they offered to schedule an ultrasound for a couple of days later just to check and make sure everything was ok. That night, as I talked on the phone with Charlie, I started crying. I told him I knew something wasn’t right. He comforted me as much as he could from half way across the country and told me to get some rest. The next morning, the spotting was still there but hadn’t changed, so I went to work. Later that morning, I went to the bathroom and blood poured out of me. I wanted to lay down on that bathroom floor and go to sleep, and pretend this wasn’t happening. I went to find my principal and tell him I had to leave. I completely fell apart in his office just trying to get the words out, so he called a close friend of mine who worked at a nearby school to take me home. She dropped me off and promised to come back to take me to the hospital for the ultrasound my OB ordered for that afternoon after a desperate phone call. I laid down in bed, laying as still as I could, simultaneously begging God to spare my babies and trying to stay as calm as possible, figuring stress hormones wouldn’t help the situation.

Pregnancy Loss Guest Post - Holli

{This is my friend Holli from It's an Ordinary Blog. Thanks so much for sharing Holli! Check out all the posts here.}

I vividly remember the day I found out that I was pregnant. It was late August 2009 and I had this strange urge to grab a home pregnancy test on my way back from work. It hadn’t missed my period and, other than feeling tired that week, I wasn’t exhibiting any of those “tell tale” symptoms associated with pregnancy (I would later come to discover that most of those symptoms don’t even surface until around week 6-8). The next morning, I quietly took the test in the comfort our our master bathroom and was shocked to see a positive result. It was a happy surprise. Joyful tears flowed down my face as I realized that life was stirring inside me. In the weeks that followed before our first prenatal appointment, we shared our happy news only with close friends and family. It wasn’t until after our first ultrasound that we shared the news of our impending arrival with our extended network of friends and co-workers. Like many new expectant parents, we were under the impression that our baby would be one that we would take home from the hospital and love as he or she grew into an independent person. We were mistaken.

In early November, my husband and I headed to a routine prenatal visit where we were excited to hear our sweet baby’s heartbeat via doppler. Elation soon turned into worry as my OB doctor referred us to a prenatal imaging center for an ultrasound. It was there that we would discover that the child we thought we would take home would never be an outside baby. For parents who have never experienced a loss, it’s hard to fathom how heartbreaking that news can be. For several weeks I had developed this relationship with the child I thought would be mine and it was stripped from me. It hurt and I didn’t understand. It was the worst moment of my life. My doctor recommended a D&C in the days that followed after we received the news and I was told that we were clear to start trying again in January 2010. The prospect of “trying” was scary. There are so many uncertainties associated with getting pregnant after a loss and the thought of losing another baby can be overwhelming but our loss made me realize how much I wanted a healthy baby and I knew we would have to eventually move on and try in order for that to happen.

By April 2010, after months of charting, ovulation tests, and negative home pregnancies, I was losing faith. If I could get pregnant without even trying the first time, why wasn’t it happening this time?! Everywhere I looked, it seemed, other women were getting pregnant, having babies, and enjoying the life that I thought would be mine and I wasn’t. By the first week of June 2010, the realization that our due date was upon me. My husband and I decided to take a couple days off of work to spend together, doing something fun, in memory of the child that never made it home. Later that month, on the 22nd, I found out that I was pregnant with my daughter.

I had just arrived at a good place, emotionally, after mourning the loss of our baby, and I was scared that it might happen again. I feared every cramp and ache fearful that it might mean the worst. I took home pregnancy tests periodically (pretty much throughout my first trimester) just to make sure that they were still showing up positive. Thankfully, Charlotte Grace came into this world in February 2011 after a healthy and relatively text book pregnancy. Not a day goes by that I’m not thankful for her presence in my life. The takeaway that I gained from my experience in loss is that it’s hard and it’s okay to be angry, heartbroken, and sad. It’s okay to mourn the loss of something that should have been yours.


I was certain that our first baby was a boy. So we named him Elijah Steven. I keep a box with his first ultrasound picture, a few congratulatory cards we received from friends and family, and a little teddy bear we had purchased as a gift for our baby shortly after we found out we were expecting. These keepsakes are likely things that I will share with my own daughter one day down the road as we talk about life, loss, and family. If you’re mourning a loss of your own, know that you’re not alone and that it’s okay to be sad. Sometimes sharing your story is a good way to let other women know that they always have support.

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Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Pregnancy Loss Guest Post -- Kate

{This is my close friend Kate, her loss and my first were right at the same time and she was a HUGE support for me. To see all the posts, click here}

Apparently we have a lot to be aware of this month. October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. According to my friend over at The Naptown Organizer, it’s also Window Covering Safety Awareness Month. The sign at my local community college let me know that it’s Domestic Violence Awareness Month. A quick Google search confirms that it’s also Autism Awareness Month, Dwarfism Awareness Month, and on a lighter note, National Squirrel Awareness Month. No, I did not make that up, I swear. (WTF, America?) With the exception of the latter, October is a pretty heavy month.

Today, October 15th, is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day, which is part of the month long Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month. But I hope you never have to be aware of pregnancy loss. As you may or may not know, I became very aware of pregnancy loss myself a little over a year ago.

I’ve been meaning to follow up on that experience, but I can’t seem to get it down on paper for some reason. I'm working on it. The short version is, time does heal all wounds, but there are some wounds that never completely heal. And I suppose that’s what this day of awareness is all about.

A couple of months ago, I was on the beach with Kid A, and as usual, he found a little friend to play with. A boy who was a little bit older than his two-and-a-half years - maybe about four, running up and down in the surf. I watched them play for a little while from my chair until I had to get up because they were getting too far away. I’ll bet I probably looked pretty lazy to anyone who might have been watching. Honestly, I had been trying to avoid the boy’s mother because my aversion to small talk makes for some pretty awkward conversation most of the time. But I had to swallow my social anxiety or risk losing my kid.

So I did, and the usual stranger-moms talk took place: “How old is your child?” “How old is yours?” *awkward silence* Obligatry back-and-forth about respective child’s developmental stage (ie: “Is he/she potty trained yet?” "Does he/she still nap?") *awkward silence* *awkward silence* - and this is about when I start getting weird and telling inappropriate stories and embarrassing myself because I can’t deal with the silence any more. But something different happened this time. Stranger-Mom asked me if Kid A was my only child, and I said, “Yes, you?”

She replied, “Yes, he is. But it wasn’t supposed to be this way.”

She didn’t have to say any more. She could have if she wanted to, I would have listened. She didn’t though, and I understood. It was implicit in those seven words – it wasn’t supposed to be this way – the terrible pain she had been through, the grief and hurt she was still feeling. The plans that were made and never lived. The excitement that turned to terror that turned confusion that turned to an ocean of tears. I wanted to do so much in that moment. I wanted to hug her, to reach out and grab her hand, to sit down and share our stories. But she and I were strangers, just passing through each other’s lives for a few minutes as our kids played on the beach. So I just looked at her and nodded and said, “Me, too.” And that was that.

The funny thing about experiencing the loss of a pregnancy or infant is that once you go through it, you enter into this tragic sorority. Maybe it’s not so much funny as it is heartbreaking. But the good thing about it is that someone out there understands. We feel each other's pain, and that’s what you need. Sometimes it's the only thing that gets you through. After I wrote about my molar pregnancy, so many women reached out to me to share their own experiences of loss, and I am forever thankful for that. Those simple messages of empathy played such a huge role in helping me cope with what I was going through.

I wish I had said more to that woman on the beach, because I knew we were sisters, and she knew it too. So today, this goes out to all my sisters – I understand. You’re not alone. Not even close.

Pregnancy Loss Guest Post -- Megan

{This is Megan. I love her advice, and I think much of what she suggests has been true for me. For all the stories, click here.}

Hi everyone, my name is Megan from Megan's Digest. I had a miscarriage earlier this year at the end of February.  I found out at 11 weeks but the pregnancy had actually ended at 9 weeks, I just didn't know.  I ended up getting a D&C to complete the miscarriage.

I guess I should say I did know because deep down I was expecting this for the entire pregnancy.  I have no idea why, but I kept expecting something bad to happen. I was very confused with these feelings since it was very opposite from how I felt when I was pregnant with my son.  

When I found out I was distraught of course, but at the same time I was slightly relieved that I wasn't crazy to feel this way for the past two months (mother's intuition really is something).  Dealing with this was hard but I found blogging about it to help the most.  Once I wrote it all out it really helped me to get back to normal, that and a couple good cries.  I also had a friend that had a miscarriage the previous year, so it was helpful being able to talk to her.  

Things that really helped me:

1. Getting some alone time, which isn't always easy when you are a stay at home mom to a toddler, but I made it happen. I went and got a haircut, I had coffee dates with friends, etc.  
2. Retail therapy, it works.  
3. Thinking of the future and not dwelling on what happened.  This was easier once I got my thoughts out in the blog posts I wrote about my miscarriage.  I also tried not to think about the due date (which can sometimes be easier said than done).  
4. Talking about it.  Don't keep it in.  Even if you feel you can't talk to someone in real life, blogging helps or the many online chat boards that are available can be helpful.  If you don't have a blog, even writing it out in a journal helps.  I did both- journal and blog.  

Really just getting the support you need is what is best.  You know what that is: a massage, a good run, a coffee date with a friend.  Get support.  Keeping it inside will only make it worse.  

I feel awful for anyone that has experienced a loss, but I also think it is great we are more open as a society about it now then 20 years ago.  You can talk about it with friends and it isn't taboo.  Making the topic not abnormal to talk about will make it easier for so many people that have dealt with loss but are keeping it inside. Because keeping it inside is the worst thing to do.  

Thank you for reading about my experience and I am looking forward to to reading about others' experiences this week.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Pregnancy Loss Guest Post -- Steph

{Friends, this is Steph, she has been an amazing source of support for me, and I hope she can be for you too. Here is her journey with pregnancy loss. For all the stories, click here.}

Hello The Kavanaugh Report readers! 


I’m Steph and I blog about life over The Kat Almanac. Thanks for letting me share my story today.

My husband and I began our baby making process in September of 2009. The reasoning was we would like to have the baby in May/June so that my mom could come stay with us for the summer and help out. I was young. Healthy. Why wouldn’t it take just one time?

Well, it ended up taking time. A lot of time.

I had been charting for a few months before we started trying. I used ovulation tests. But the months went by and nothing happened. To complicate matter, my cycles were getting longer and longer. So instead of having a chance at a baby every month it was more like every month and a half to two months for us.

I went to my doctor  because I was concerned I was ovulating so late in the cycle. I was worried maybe I wasn’t ovulating at all. They did the blood tests and in fact I was ovulating just very late as I suspected. She mentioned putting me on clomid (to regulate my cycles? I forget now the reason) but it wasn’t covered by our insurance so I held off.

I know it sounds crazy to go to the doctor after only a few months of not being able to conceive but I just had this feeling that something was off. I’ve always been pretty in tune with my body and deep down I knew something was wrong. I was especially worried that there was enough time between when I ovulated and when my period came.

Despite my fears, in February of 2010, I got pregnant. There was joy. Tears. We jumped up and down. Finally I had those two pretty pink lines. I called the doctor right away to arrange my first appointment. They asked me when my last menstrual period was and I told them and they told me a date. I would be coming in at only 5 weeks. I expressed concern since I know I ovulated late that this was kind of early. The receptionist assured me that it would be ok.

So we had our first appointment. They walked us through all the prenatal stuff. Insurance stuff. Finally, time for the ultrasound. The doctor could see the sac on the ultrasound, but not the baby. She assured us it was probably because it was so early and that the sac was a good sign. She made an appointment for us at the hospital to have an ultrasound with one of their techs. 

So a week later at 6 weeks I went by myself to have a second ultrasound. Same thing. The tech could see the sac but not any baby. I asked the tech what that meant and she said I would have to ask the doctor. I didn’t see any need for alarm so I called the nurse and left a message. I had to go up to Temple, Texas for work about an hour away for the day. On my way home, the nurse called and asked if the tech had said anything to me. I said no. She continued that at this point that it was probably a blighted ovum and that the egg fertilized and implanted but never grew. So somewhere between Temple and Austin in my truck I got the news that my baby was never really a baby.

They gave me a couple options. I could wait to miscarry on my own. They could give me a pill to do it. Or I could have a D&C. I told them I had to think about it.

Being the researcher I am and the egghead Brent is, we immediately went home and looked up all our options for the D&C. One phenomenon that we came upon was misdiagnosed miscarriage. Women who were told early that they had miscarried but turned out that later they did indeed see the baby and had a heartbeat. 

We held out hope. I called the nurse and said we wanted to wait a bit.

That next week at 7 weeks, I had some blood drawn to see if my HGC numbers had declined to see if the miscarriage was imminent. They had skyrocketed like a normal pregnancy. A few days later, before we were supposed to leave for vacation to Arizona, I had another ultrasound. There was hope. So much hope. Maybe there was a baby in there.

But still no baby. My uterus and sac were growing like there was a baby, but still no fetus.

We left for Arizona and during the trip I started to spot. As bad as it sounds, it was sort of a relief. I had all the normal pregnancy symptoms. Sore boobs. Nausea all day. But no baby. It wasn’t fair. Finally this ordeal would be over. I would finally know. 

But at 8.5 weeks, I still hadn’t miscarried on my own. So wrung out emotionally from weeks of the back and forth I told B that I wanted the D&C. I just couldn’t take it anymore. Our dream was over.

A day later I had to get on a plane to Chicago to make the trip where I was supposed to tell family and friends I was expecting. Babies were everywhere. I didn’t want to think about anything baby.

Well, turns out I got pregnant again right away. No period in between. We weren’t really trying. Just kind of leaving it up to God to make that decision for us.

I was petrified. I think I waited 2 weeks to get up the nerve to tell B. There was no joy this time. Just trepidation. There was so much confusion with the first doctor I ended up switching to someone new for this pregnancy. I made sure that I came in at 8 weeks according to my calculations.

We had the ultrasound and everything was fine. We finally saw the baby. And a heartbeat. Finally, joy entered the equation. We started to get excited. We started to allow ourselves to plan. We booked a babymoon. B’s sister and her family happened to be coming to town and we were going to tell them in person.

I went about my daily routines elated knowing that I was finally almost a year later I was carrying a child.

At about 11 weeks I started to feel off. My hunger wasn’t the same. Other signs decreased. I just felt like something was wrong in my gut. I tried to shake it off. I soon had a bad dream that something had happened to the baby. Then that morning a tiny smidge of spotting appeared. I was almost paralyzed with fear. Of course it was Saturday so I called the on call nurse and she said that everything was probably fine and that spotting was normal. I pushed her and she said that I could come into see the doctor on call.

I had to go to the emergency room. Both the on call ER doc and the on call OBGYN mimicked the nurse: early bleeding is common. I maintained that I felt like something wasn’t right. The OB couldn’t find the heartbeat on the doppler. She said that is was common not to be able to hear it so early and that she was pretty sure she detected movement. 

I told them I was not leaving without an ultrasound. Because in my heart I knew my baby was gone. I know it sounds crazy to base a lot of this off a dream but it was just so real. I went into the ultrasound room and I remember not looking at the screen. I didn’t want to see because I knew that image would never leave my brain. I remember B’s face how happy it was when he saw the baby and the sadness that came over him when the tech told us there was no heartbeat.

Even though I knew, I was still in shock. I remember the ER doc and OB both coming in apologizing. It’s not something you want to be right about but I took their apologies. 

At that point, my life didn’t feel real. B’s sister was literally at the airport waiting for us to pick her up. I don’t know how I made it through that weekend but that Monday I had my second D&C.

The next year was a fog of just trying to get pregnant. I think the shock of two back to back pregnancies and D&C’s were too much for my body to handle. I’m not going to lie I was obsessed. Nothing else mattered except having a baby. Scratch that. Getting a baby to term was all that mattered. I sunk a huge amount of money into seeing an acupuncturist to get my lining back to what it was before the surgeries. I went gluten free (I had always had stomach problems and finally saw a GI doctor that specialized in gluten and celiac disease issues. Turns out people who have problems with gluten can also have problems getting and staying pregnant). 

But still we were without.

In June of 2011 I was on vacation in Florida and my cousin took me to the Shrine of the Lady of La Leche in St. Augustine. It is a place where women have come for decades to ask the Virgin Mary to intercede on their behalf for a healthy pregnancy. I remember sitting in that shine just praying that it would finally be our time soon.

Turns out, I was already pregnant.

And in February of 2012, we finally had our miracle. (You can read more about my pregnancy here and birth here). And you want to know something funny? That on call OBGYN that I saw in the ER was the doctor who delievered my son. Small world right? She wasn’t able to save my second baby, but she did save me from a C-section. Without her I wouldn’t have had the strength to push A out. Small world right?



 
 

I’m not sure what went wrong. The explanation that we got both times was “these things just happen.” Not being able to pinpoint why I lost the pregnancies haunted me. I may never know the reason. I still don’t think its fair that other people can get pregnant at the drop of the hat and my journey involved so much pain.

I’m not going to try to give you advice. I’m sure you have enough of that swimming around in your head. I just want to leave you with this: hope. Please don’t lose hope. 

Pregnancy loss is common. Too common. It’s not a group that I’m proud to be in. But the compassion of emotions that you feel for others as a result of your own experiences is profound. If anybody every needs to talk, I’m just an email away :)

Thanks for letting me tell my story.


Pregnancy Loss Guest Post Series

Today marks Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day. While I sit and pray that this new pregnancy is my chance at a rainbow baby, I have not forgotten the four babies that have come before. I firmly believe that these babies each have a soul and that I will meet them one day. Until that day comes, I will honor their memory. 

I also know that I'm not alone in having angel babies. In fact, the March of Dimes estimates that 1 in 4 pregnancies ends in miscarriage. I am, however, in a unique position that I have this blog, and my readers, as my support. So many women suffer alone. As I announced earlier, this week, I'm giving anyone who wants the opportunity to share their experience with pregnancy loss a voice here on the blog. 


I have several guest posts lined up this week. I hope you are able to offer these women some of the amazing support you've offered me. 


Want to share your story? It's not too late, email me and I will work you in. 

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Monday, October 14, 2013

Letter T Tot School

Back to letters this week at tot school! This week we focused on the letter T which Henry could say and identify.


On our first tray was a basket of wooden blocks and a sheet with a letter T and t. Henry could use the blocks to make each of the letters. My {now officially broken} laminator ate the sheet half-way through which is why it is creased.


I saw a lot of the kids trying this one at the co-op so I think it was a success. Henry wasn't super into it, and only sort of understood what to do with the blocks.


The second tray was a tiger dot sheet that I made. I placed some dots on the black parts of the tiger and some on the orange. Then, I included orange and black pom-poms and some tweezers. Then, Henry could tweeze the poms into place to complete the tiger.


This was a big hit with Henry who seemed to like the friendly tiger. Although he ignored the tweezers most of the time {except to ask to tweeze my eyebrows -- no joke!} and used his fingers instead.

The third tray was the most popular this week. It was a small construction-type set that I found at a garage sale this summer for a couple of dollars. It included a cork board, some wooden shapes with a small hole in them, some tacks, and a small wooden hammer. The kids could put the tack into the shape and use the tool to hammer it into place.



This required serious concentration from all of the kids, including Henry. However, Henry loved this and tried very hard to get the pieces where he wanted them. One little boy at the co-op spent the majority of class using this and covered the entire cork board.


Other things we did this week included:

Magnet Board:


Transportation Sorting: This basket included 3 cards -- one for air, land, and sea. Then, the basket had 3 sponges -- a car, a boat, and an airplane. The goal was to match the cards to the shapes. I thought this would be kind of tough, but Henry understood it right away. He also went back to it quite a bit.



Letter T dry-erase tracing: Always a favorite


Toothpicks into a container: Simple yet, fun! Another one that Henry has come back to a lot this week.



Letter T sensory bin: This actually got a lot more use than some of the previous ones have gotten.

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