One of her secret talents is the ability to sing a song for virtually every action. Whenever my son washes his hands, we always hear this catchy jingle: (It's to the tune of "Row, Row, Row Your Boat" Come on, everybody sing along!)
Wash, wash, wash your hands,
Soap will make them clean!
Wash away, wash away,
Germs that are unseen!
The only song I knew when I was Owen's age was a public health announcement they played on local Arizona TV to prevent the spread of hepatitis. I still know it. Do you want to hear it?
Hepatitis has some symptoms you should learn to recognize
Like fever, feeling very tired, and a loss of appetitie.
Your tummy hurts, you feel real sick,
You will not eat a bite.
Your eyes sometimes turn yellow, when you know they should be white.
So wash your hands, after going to the bathroom!
Wash your hands, after changing baby too.
'Cause you don't want to catch hepatitis.
And you don't want hepatitis to catch you!
I swear I am not making this up. If anybody from the Phoenix area is reading this (and you were a kid in the early '80s) , please make a comment verifying the existence of this song.
Besides the songs, Miss Speck** knows how to make fun, educational, interesting activities that Owen just adores. Preschool is his drug of choice, and I'm happy to be his enabler.
Totally stealing her idea, I made this parking lot for Owen. We talked about numbers, and where the cars wanted to park. For example, Tow Mater wanted to park in spot #4. Miss Speck*** actually put numbers on the Matchbox cars, so the kids could match the car to the spot, but I thought that might offend Owen's sensibilities.
Again, the garages all had their numbers. Seriously entertaining. I feel so smart. Thank you Miss Speck*****
And THEN, in the re-certification class from Hades, I learned about sight words from the elementary school folk. I downloaded some sight word cards and now have the following in my kitchen:
And, I swear on a stack of phone books, that Owen sounded out the "g" and the "o" sounds to read the word "go."
Now, before you UNFOLLOW me because I'm one of those braggy mothers that think her son poops solid gold nuggets, let me share this tidbit with you: I caught him eating a bowl of applesauce out of a bowl on the floor. Like a dog. Did you know how far applesauce can travel up a child's nostrils?
Miss Speck******, you've been slacking in the applesauce department.
Finally, lest you think that Joel has been neglected in all of this, check this out:
Yes, it's an empty vitamin bottle. (I like the Gummy Vitamins. Shut up!) I filled it with black beans. Now, it's a rattle. Hells. Yeah. Try that, Miss Speck*******
*Not her real name. But close.
**Still not her real name.
***If you don't get it by now, I don't know what to tell you...
****Maybe her name is Miss Speck and I've been effing with you all this time.
*****I like Chef Boyardee. Yum.
******Did you know that people think I look like Miranda from "Sex in the City?" You know, the red-headed bitchy one?
*******I need to pluck my eyebrows before they reach Andy Rooney proportions.