Tuesday, August 26, 2014

His messy play (and what a difference one book makes)

Messy play // via Lilybett and Boy



 There was sunshine over the weekend and, after a week of sickness and bed, we spent hours outside soaking it all up. We put on t-shirts we hadn't seen in six months and stood barefoot on the grass. And then it got messy.

Dear Boy has never liked messy play. He's never wanted to put his hands in the dirt, to put his fingers in the paint or squish into the play dough. He just didn't like it. He would examine his hands and flap about and demand to be cleaned off. With the exception of buckets full of water and the potential for a drenching, he's never sought out or engaged with my invitations for messy play.

This, of course, made me worry about his development. Did he have sensory issues (maybe that'd explain his erratic eating?); was he getting enough opportunities to be an active learner, to explore a range of materials and use them to express himself and his feelings, to develop important concepts, to learn about cause and effect, to solve problems and make predictions, to practice his fine motor skills? Most of all I was worried that he just wouldn't be comfortable inhabiting the world in all its very sensuous glory or be able to find that joy or the release of tension in the experience of dirt and sand and dough. It worried me but I was prepared to accept that that's just part of who he is. I wasn't sure what I'd do with a kid who didn't want to explore, but I could adapt.

A few weeks ago, we walked through the darkness to visit the late-opening library. Dear Boy ran down to the kids' section and splatted into the noisy beanbags and rode the plastic dog-shaped chair-thingies. The little cubby of board books had been denuded. Normally filled with all manner of treasures, it was down to just five books (which is both a sorry state of affairs and amazing at the same time). Dear Boy picked up Messy, shrugged as if to say 'whatever, this'll do' and we went back off into the darkness to pick up our dinner.

We read Messy every night for two weeks before we returned it to the library. We read about messy eating, messy cooking, messy gardening, messy painting, messy toys, messy craft. He didn't seem particularly enamored with the book, but he kept choosing it.

messy play


And then on the weekend, he asked for paint and brushes. I set up the paper and he went to it with green and blue ('dark blue, Mummy, that's my favourite'). And then he painted his cars. And then he painted his hand. And then he bent down and painted his bare legs.

The next day, he asked for his bucket and spade and took himself down to the back corner of the yard where he dug in the bag of dirt I'd grown our spuds in the year before. He put his fingers in and pulled out weeds and rock and a stray potato or two.

And he didn't ask to wash his hands until it was time for lunch.

Then yesterday, his first day back at daycare after our feverish week off, he asked to paint. Then he cast aside his brush, stuck his hands in the blue paint and announced 'I'm going to do hand prints'. The other children put aside their brushes and made prints in red and green.

I couldn't be more pleased.

Are your kids fans of messy play? Are you a developmental worry-wart like me? Any ideas for helping him ease further into this glorious new world?

Friday, August 22, 2014

Dear Typhoid Mary: A letter to the student who gave me the flu



Dear Typhoid Mary,

I call you Typhoid Mary because, although she was an asymptomatic carrier, she knowingly continued infecting even after given evidence that she was hurting (even killing) people with her behaviour. You walked into my office and closed the door, knowing you were unwell. You may not have known you were still infectious, but when you sat there and apologised for fanning yourself when you broke out into a sweat from the very effort of sitting, you knew you were bloody unwell. You should have cancelled the appointment.

On Sunday, I started feeling off. Dear Boy pitched a fever up to 40 degrees, and you could have splashed water at him and watched it sizzle on his skin. Did you know that at around 41 degrees, kids brains start to melt down? I had to cancel my student appointments for the next day - at the very least to take Dear Boy to a doctor.

On Monday, his fever was still sitting on 40 and mine was climbing up to 39. I was tired and sore and hot and cold and sweaty and nauseous. Doctor's appointment for two, please. I drove us to the appointment as carefully as I could, and yelled at my boy to please stop talking and asking questions so I could concentrate on getting us there in one piece. It was all down hill from there. When we got home, I sat him in front of the television with a piece of toast, an apple and an apology and crawled into bed. I have realised that I've never in my life had the flu before if this is what it's really like. I've never felt so very unwell, and I say that after bouts of pneumonia and glandular fever and chronic sinusitis and tonsillitis. I phoned Lovely Husband and begged him to come home. And then the rest of the day was spent vomiting up every tiny drop of water I put in my mouth. None of my meds would stay down.

Hey, Typhoid Mary. I got my first ride in an ambulance that night. Exciting, right? Dehydrated and with a migraine sitting right on top of the flu, it was a blast. Lovely Husband doesn't drive, so my brother came with me to the hospital. I'm hoping he doesn't take the flu home to his heavily pregnant wife.

It was expensive too, that ambulance ride. I checked out the website and I might be able to expect a bill of over a thousand dollars. Hopefully medicare and our private health insurance will cover all of that. If it doesn't we're a bit screwed.

It's been an expensive week, really. Our university - the one where you're a student - has casualised my jobs so I don't get paid for missing four days of work this week. But you know who does still get paid? The childcare centre. You're not a parent yet, so you might not realise that we pay over $100 a day for my son's childcare even when he's not there. Childcare workers and ambulance drivers deserve to be paid way more than they get. I hope you vote for different governments at the next state and federal elections, Typhoid Mary.

More than the cost of missing work, I missed my work. This was an important week for me at one of my jobs - with the culmination of months of planning going into several events on Wednesday that I couldn't attend. In foggy haze, I had to forward a million emails and documents onto unsuspecting colleagues so nothing got forgotten. For my teaching job, I had to cancel more appointments for your fellow research students who are still trying to figure out their projects. I know you have a pretty good grasp on yours, but they don't yet. And 130 undergrads missed out on a lecture this week, just a week before their first assignment is due. I'm sure they're not heart broken about it, but they will be when they actually start their essays and realise they don't know their arses from their elbows. Because we meant to be doing distinctions between arses and elbows in class this week.

My inbox is heaving.

Instead of working this week, all I could do was lay in bed and feel wretchedly awful. I dozed and sweated through a dozen DVDs, miserable and lonely for my family in the next room. Lovely Husband stayed home all week looking after our son, who I didn't get to kiss and cuddle and watch grow for days. His immune system is still fighting. He's still not eating. His fever's only just broken. Lovely Husband is going down.

Screw you six ways from Sunday for being so bloody thoughtless, Typhoid Mary. You should have cancelled the appointment.

Respectfully,

Lilybett.

Friday, August 15, 2014

A world of wonderment and awesomeness






I have been dreaming of these plants and this light since our snow adventure earlier this month. The weird jusxtaposition between the rainforest-esque and normally buoyant ferns, the gum trees and the snow really got to me. The light was bright and dull, intense and cold, and it freaked me out a little from the wonder of it. Having never seen snow in Australia, it felt entirely foreign but magical all the same.

These last few weeks I've been trying to be all about the wonder and the wonderfulness of the world. There has been tragedy and too many deaths and too many horrid internet trolls, but in amidst it all there have been these little pockets of wonderment and the extraordinary.

My most favourite piece I've read popped up yesterday - with a group of scientists from Monash University's Australian Regenerative Medicine Institute almost literally stumbling across something awesome. Apparently, zebrafish are quite genetically close to humans - so close that it's really only a case of specific genes being switched on or not that turns us into humans and not fish - apparently we could really be considered modified fish. This of course is a new discovery to me but old news for scientists. The new part is that a group from ARMI were studying muscle stem cell biology in these zebrafish (because they're a good model for the same thing in humans) and they found out how stem cells in blood and bone marrow are formed. Unrelated to their own work, they made a scientific discovery that could have implications for growing these stem cells instead of the hit-and-miss process of matching bone marrow donors and patients who need transplants (like those suffering from Leukemia, lymphoma and the like).

What especially pleases me here is that this might shed more light on how creativity and innovation and important advancements actually happen. Not all creativity is driven by intention or internal passions (although some of it is). Sometimes it happens by accident, and the 'magic' is all in the recognition of the accident's value. Creativity requires resources but we might miss great discoveries like this one if we insist on funding only the projects we think are the important ones. Great things can happen in unrelated areas: philosophers can help us understand autism; literature can uncover history; and navel gazing can lead to Nobel Prizes. A milkmaid helps find a vaccine for smallpox; a study of cathode rays uncovers the xray; Jesuit missionaries in Peru bring quinine and a malaria treatment to the world; a chance observation during a genetic study leads to the 'pap smear'; a spoiled flu experiment brings us penicillin. Velcro, Post-its, vulcanisation of rubber, cholera vaccination, microwave ovens, Viagra, insulin, chemotherapy, radioactivity, synthetic dyes, the field of biochemistry itself - all of them and more were the result of mistakes, missed opportunities, false hypotheses, ignorance, chance and, most importantly, the prepared mind that recognised the value of what emerged.

Rock on, science.

Also awesome in science: women. A whole bunch of them are wikibombing the internets to make sure women scientists are getting the recognition they deserve. Over 144 women around Australia, all worked together to update or start new wikipedia entries for women scientists. Given wikipedia is mostly created by men, there tends to be a distinct gender bias in its recognition of folks. This was a much more positive story than one I read quite a few months ago about a woman author's attempts to change wikipedia's tendency to categorise women separately from the general classification, e.g. American novelists (almost all men) and American women novelists.

Also awesome for women: one won the Fields Medal for the first time. Described as the Nobel Prize of mathematics, it had long been believed (amongst the smug bastards of the academy) that a woman would never win it. Now one has, and as Daubechies mentions in the article, one hopes it will be thoroughly un-extraordinary from now on.

Also awesome for the world: three different studies have shown kids who read Harry Potter have more positive attitudes towards refugees and LGBT people. I've said it before, and I'll say it again, books are awesome.

Kids are pretty awesome too. I've been catching up on the Life At... kids. If you've not seen the series before, go quick to ABC iView - they've been replying the older seasons now that they've just released Life At 9. I feel so terribly sentimental about them after watching them grow-up over the last decade. I feel so terribly fuzzy inside that someone watching the show got in contact and gave real help to one of the parents who was struggling in Life At 7.

Have you watched or read anything recently that's made you feel a little more wonder? Please share, I'd love to see it. 

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Toddler sleep {a Love To Dream review and giveaway}

It's been over a year since we started our last experiment with getting Dear Boy to sleep. We started saying goodnight and leaving the room. And it worked that first night. And the next night. And the nights after that. Until it stopped working.

At around 20 months old, Dear Boy again started taking longer and longer to fall asleep each night. But we kept leaving him to it, tucking him into his sleeping bag, pulling up his blanket, closing his bedroom door and getting on with our evening instead of lying with him. And he would chat and sing and sometimes cry all by himself for two to three hours. Eventually, he'd sleep. We transitioned him out of the cot and sleeping bags and into a big-boy bed just after his second birthday, figuring that we may as well deal with all the sleep issues in one go. We had about six weeks of him jumping straight out and banging on the door, before he realised it was warmer in his bed and clambered back in. But he'd stay awake, again for hours.

In June, when Lovely Husband flew off for two weeks and I did two weeks straight of putting-to-bed duties, I had enough. So I changed it up - shifting his bath before dinner, brushing his teeth and then going straight into his bedroom next door, letting him choose the number of books and songs and goodnight kisses, talking with him about all the things he'd like to dream about that night and then explaining exactly where I'd be when I left the room - giving him some autonomy, some reassurance and some inspiration. I don't know if it was one of these things or all of them, but it worked. He fell asleep within minutes and has only had one or two long, drawn-out evenings in the weeks since. It feels a little like a miracle after all of us struggling for so long.


Sleep has always been a little dramatic for us. Amidst the sleep-deprived haze of those first few months, everything felt like a much bigger drama than it probably was. As a baby, though, Dear Boy always slept better at night in his Love to Dream swaddles, which kept him snug-as-a-bug but let him hold his arms up in a position he preferred. For our little wriggly worm, who could unwrap himself from a traditional blanket swaddle in seconds flat and who shuffled around his cot while he slept, the Love to Dream range helped keep him warm and snug while he slept (wherever he ended up sleeping).

We started him in the Love To...Swaddle UP when he was just a few weeks old (look at those squishy cheeks up there!), even hunting down the Lite version when we knew it was going to stay above 30 degrees at night so we could get him to sleep. We had several in each size, transitioning into the 50/50 version with zip-off wings when he was ready to sleep with his arms out.

Having used this range when Dear Boy was little, it's exciting to be working with Love to Dream to review their latest products and offer you the chance to win your own Love To Dream goodies. 

Quite a few new products and designs have become available since Dear Boy outgrew his swaddles and sleeping bags (I am loving the limited edition stripes and zigzags). A lovely friend with a beautiful and brand new baby has been using the Love To... Layer ON, a sleeveless swaddle made of super soft and a toasty warm Merino wool to wear over the traditional Swaddle UP during those winter months. Cass says:
'The Layer On is actually my favourite part of our Love To Dream stash. Partly because it's new but mostly because it's made all our summer swaddles warm enough for winter while being soft and lightweight on a squishy little baby.'
I would have loved one of these for Dear Boy's first winter when our house felt like an icebox and I was constantly pulling up his blankets and worrying that he was cold. One thing was for sure, when he got cold, he didn't sleep well.



Dear Boy and I gave the INVENTA sleep bag a test drive, and were thoroughly impressed with the design and finish (Dear Boy's version of 'thoroughly impressed' was rolling around on the floor pretending to be a caterpillar). We used quite a few different sleeping bags when Dear Boy was still in his cot, across a big range of quality and price. None of those can match the features of this version. Our favourite features of the INVENTA include:
  • Better breathability and temperature control - the 'Genius Cooling System' zips on the front and back allow for extra air-flow when needed, without having to wake the baby. In our old house which is a furnace in summer and a fridge in winter, this would have come in very handy.
  • Opens flat - this makes it much easier to wash and dry, which is so important during the winter months. No more waiting for the damp corners to dry. 
  • Greater size range - a lot of the bags we used topped out at 18-24 months (size 1 or 2). The INVENTA bags go up to 36 months. The 'Longa Shorta' snaps also let you adjust the length of the sleeping bag so smaller kids don't disappear or get lost in the bag. 
  • More sensible snaps and covers - these zip covers have press-studs to keep them down. No more middle-of-the-night squalling when a zipper digs into soft neck or underarm skin. They're also great for keeping little fingers away from the zips (for a while anyway).
  • Double-ended zipper - not only does the extra-long zipper let you open the sleeping bag out flat, but you can zip from the top or bottom, giving hassle-free access for changing nappies and a much easier time getting kids in and out of them.
Love to Dream are offering Lilybett and Boy readers the chance to win a Love To...INVENTA (2.5tog) sleep bag (valued at $79.95) to help keep your little one toasty warm. For the chance to win one of these sleeping bags in the size and colour of your choice, tell us in the comments or via email (lilybett[at]gmail[dot]com): how do you or your kids like to sleep? Are you a blanket hog? Do they end up sleeping on top of the covers (if they sleep at all)?

*UPDATE* If you're having trouble using the comments function below, please send your entry via email to lilybett[at]gmail[dot]com (removing the very high-tech bot-proofing I just did there).

***GIVEAWAY NOW CLOSED***

Entries close Wednesday, August 13 (midnight AEST), with the winner contacted by email and announced on the Lilybett and Boy page on facebook on Thursday, August 14. One entry per person (Australian residents only, sorry!). This is a game of skill, not chance - the winner will be judged by me to have given the best/most interesting response. Please read the full terms and conditions prior to entry.

Monday, August 4, 2014

Meatless Monday: Ugly but delicious dhal

Ugly but delicious dhal // via Lilybett and Boy

I have plenty of comfort foods - things I turn to when the weather's awful or I want to blub over a bowl of something. But Indian food is my comfort cooking, what I look for when there's a need to pound spices with a mortar and pestle, to idly stir, to stand in the kitchen next to the stove and fry pappadum after paddadum. It is the food of feasts and gatherings remembered, when the upstairs neighbours come down and the extra chairs are dragged in from the kitchen.

This dhal recipe began its life in a fairly 70s looking book in a kitchen far north of here, and was the one dish we always cooked from scratch rather than working from a store-bought paste, combining the headiness of onions and spice with the creamy blandness of lentils and coconut. I copied the recipe out years ago and have bastardised it so often I'm not too sure I remember how the original tasted.



Once again, my food photography astounds me with it's ugliness (and reminds me not to capture steaming pots ever again). Dhal tends towards the ugly side of delicious anyway, so my ego is a little mollified. If these photos could convey smell, though, these would be some of my favourites.

To make your own ugly pot of deliciousness:

  • Wash a cup of red or yellow lentils, then cover with water (a few centimetres above the lentils) and bring to the boil. Cook until very soft then drain but reserve the liquid.
  • Chop finely or whiz in a food processor two onions, two cloves of garlic and one green chilli (we always used the big, non-fiery banana chillis but I tend now to use red or green capsicum). I also add spinach or kale to the mix because the mother in me demands it. 
  • Dry fry one tbl of ground coriander, and one tsp each of tumeric and ground cumin (I actually prefer roughly ground coriander and cumin seeds here but it does leave the dhal a little rough around the edges) until they become aromatic. Add in the onion mixture and fry until onion smells cooked rather than raw.
  • Pour in the cooked lentils and mix until combined. Mash the lentil mixture if it's not completely smooth. 
  • Stir in 1/4 cup of coconut milk or coconut cream (the original version calls for regular cream but the coconut is way better). Dear Boy has decided the winter-solid coconut cream is his new treat and demands spoonfuls of it if he sees me open the tin.
  • The dhal should have the consistency of thick soup but if it's too thick you can thin it out with the reserved liquid. It's round about this point I threw in some peas to the mix.
  • To serve, I fry up some roughly ground coriander seeds, dig into my fried shallot/onion stash, or sprinkle with fresh coriander if it's handy. I also dollop on a fruit chutney because I'm a sucker for chutney but natural yoghurt is good too. Eat with as many pappadums as you possibly can. I am all about the extras with Indian food. 

Do you have any comfort cooking favourites?

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Surviving a snow adventure with a toddler






We finally had our snow adventure. It was a few weeks late, but I was determined after our month of winter-themed play to take Dear Boy to the snow. Before committing to a full-on snow holiday I wanted to see if we even liked it. I've seen snowfall and thin layers of snow on the ground when I lived in England, but none of us had ever had a full snow experience. Handily, I won a Winter Wonderland Package from Lake Mountain Alpine Resort (two hours from Melbourne) to make a day-trip to the snow.

So with a  bit of preparation, an eye out on the weather and road conditions and a little freak-out about driving on ice, we hit the slopes. Or slope. Or snowfield, really. We had a great day, although it was a steep learning curve for all of us with a toddler in tow. Negotiating icy ground while carrying a child, getting said child from the bottom of the toboggan run back up to the top, keeping him from eating the snow... interesting, to say the least. Now that we've done it, I thought I'd share what I did well, what I learned the hard way and what I'd do better next time.


Clothing/gear:
  • Plastic/waterproof pants are a must. Even if you don't buy full snow gear, waterproof pants of some kind will help prevent a cold, wet miserable time. Dear Boy spent most of our visit falling over and lolling about in the snow. He would have been saturated. You can get quite cheap waterproof pants or bib and brace overalls in kids sizes from many army disposal stores. We hired pairs for the adults at Lake Mountain.
  • Proper waterproof gloves or mittens are also a must. Not even a minute after we got him out of the car, Dear Boy had plunged his hands into the snow on the side of the road. A minute after that, he was crying at me that his hands were cold. Trying to get any gloves or mittens on my kid was a huge pain, but given he couldn't keep his hands out of the snow, it was totally worth the effort. We got his mittens for under $10 from Kathmandu. 
  • Gumboots work just as well as snow boots. Lots of kids were running around in gumboots. Just make sure you have super warm socks and have trousers that will cover their tops. From the misery on a few kids' faces, there's probably nothing worse than wet snow inside your boots.
  • Give any new gear a trial run. You don't want to realise things don't fit when you're in the middle of a patch of snow. We tested out our new snow boots a few weeks before and discovered that the zips on Dear Boy's boots slid open when he walked. They didn't fall off because they also have velcro straps but it exposed the top of his socks and little legs to the elements. One thinner but warmer pair of ski-socks later and we were ready to roll.
  • Take extra clothes for everyone. We left an extra set of clothes for everyone in our car and I carried an extra set for Dear Boy in my backpack. I lost my gloves as we were heading back to the car, so I'd recommend bringing an extra set, just in case as these seem to be the most easily lost (same with beanies). 
Health and safety:
  • Be aware of the potential dangers. There was an incredibly tragic death a few weeks before we went on our snow adventure, where a little boy was buried under snow fallen from the roof of a building next to where he was playing. Because none of the boy's siblings saw the snow dump and there weren't any adults watching, he was trapped under that pile of snow for almost an hour and suffocated before anyone found him. I am all for letting kids be kids and adventuring on their own once they're old enough, but some grown-up vigilance under these unusual conditions might have prevented this tragedy. There were lots of signs up at Lake Mountain, with areas close to the buildings taped off.
  • Don't let them eat too much snow. Ugh. Impossible, but it can bring the body temperature down pretty quickly if they eat a lot of it. 
  • Sun burn and sun glare. Take some sunscreen and lip balm. We left ours in the car and I think Dear Boy ended up with pinker cheeks than when we arrived. The light reflecting off the snow was also pretty strong, and I'm so glad I packed our sunglasses. 
  • Take frequent breaks from snow play. This gives you a chance to change any wet gear and assess if everyone's okay. We discovered Dear Boy had soaked through his nappy and wet his thermal leggings under his ski duds after about an hour of play. He could have gotten pretty chilly. 

Car stuff:
  • Snow chains. We kept an eye out on Lake Mountain Resort's website, which updates regularly about road conditions leading up to the mountain. If the roads are clear, no snow chains are required, but if the roads are snowy, then you need to carry chains (there were several places on the road up where they could be hired). We didn't need them the day we went up.
  • Be prepared for changing conditions. Do you know how to drive on ice or even spot it? Do you know the best way to get ice off your windshield? I had a little freak-out about the drive when I read that the roads were icy. But I did a little research the night before, and even though I was still a little white knuckled driving up the mountain, I felt pretty calm when I spotted the icy patches and was confident I knew what to do if the wheels started slipping. 
  • Have you car checked/serviced. You don't want to break down or have to change a tire on a snow-covered mountain if you can avoid it.
  • Pack an emergency kit. Pretty much every site I looked at said to have an emergency kit in the car for 'just-in-case'. In a green shopping back, I packed one of our first-aid kits, a waterpoof ground sheet (to lie on to change a tire), a torch, a plastic shovel (one from Dear Boy's beach bag), a container of salt and rubber gloves. A tow-rope also featured on the most of the lists but we didn't have one; I added a few blankets. 
  • Take a spare car key. Apparently keys get lost a lot, falling out of pockets while whizzing down the slopes. Plus the little battery operated keys don't like being dropped in snow very much. 
Technical things:
  • Technology components don't like the cold. Smart phone glass, lenses and most plastics become more brittle in the cold (Apple says the lowest range of iPhone performance is 0 degrees celcius).
  • Batteries don't like it either. Did you know that the performance of lithium-ion batteries like you find in your camera and your phone is affected by the cold? Cold conditions can deplete battery life by half, so make sure you carry plenty of spares - more than you'd normally need. If you can, carry the batteries in an inside pocket to keep them warm. Drained batteries may get some charge back from doing this as well.
  • Condensation. Moving quickly between cold and warm environments can lead to a build up of condensation inside your phone or camera, which is a big no-no if you want it to keep working. If you're using these outside, don't take them directly into a warm house, rather leave it in a cooler place (like the car, a porch or a chilly kitchen) so they can gradually warm. 
  • Snow confuses digital cameras. Because snow tends to be pure white, most cameras will try and correct for it, turning snow either grey or a weird blue and underexposing anything set against snow. You can adjust for this by overexposing shots or manually adjusting the white balance.
Have you taken your children on a snow adventure? What tips would you add?


Disclaimer: I won a 'Winter Wonderland package' from Lake Mountain Resort through a local radio station and was under no obligation to blog about this prize. I am writing this post based on our experience: I have never been to a snow resort before so I have no idea how this experience compares to others.

Friday, August 1, 2014

Intentional Play: July (the wrap up)



This past month's theme was easy-peasy. Cars, trucks, construction - well, that's just normal, everyday play around here.

To take it up a notch, I combined his loves with playdough and brought the road indoors. Yep, that's right, we made a road. Following the quite detailed step-by-step process outlined in one of our library finds, we built the road from scratch - marking it out, 'clearing the path', dumping on a base layer of rocks, spreading 'tar' and rolling and smoothing. We put up street signs and street lights and 'painted' the marks on the road. It was a glorious 45 minutes of construction, with Dear Boy turning the pages and explaining each stage before we worked out how we could do it together with what we had. The black playdough is sitting in the fridge, waiting for another road, another day.




For the whole month, I also kept our version of a sensory tub in the living room. It's actually our baby bike seat box retaped inside out from our January adventures with boating, but it was big enough to tip in our construction rocks, all the construction trucks, road signs (from our wooden train set) and all the spades and gardening forks. There was much loading and dumping. There were also quite a few stray rocks around the room but most stayed in the box.

His list of construction machine typology is amazing - and, even when I can't, he can tell the difference between a loader, a backhoe loader, an excavator, a bulldozer, and all manner of other heavy machinery (he also possesses a scary knowledge of farm machinery - including combine harvesters and all manner of tractor attachments... hay balers, sprayers, seeders, and so on).



We've had a huge number of truck and construction related books available for this theme. Our favourites (which we own or have borrowed quite a few times from the library) include:

  • Roadworks by Sutton & Lovelock (this one has a sequel called Demolition, which I wish I could have found for this theme)
  • The little yellow digger by Betty & Alan Gilderdale (this one also has some sequels and activity books and things that we might check out)
  • Where do diggers sleep at night? by Sayres & Slade
  • Tip tip, dig dig by Garcia
  • The happy man and his dump truck by Miryam (an old Little Golden Book)
  • Dig dig digging by Mayo & Ayliffe (which Dear Boy knows by heart)
  • First 100 machines (a Bright Baby book and an awesome hand-me-down)
  • Cars, trucks, planes and trains by Rindon & SI Artists (this is a Fisher Price Little People book with flip-up bits - I'm not a huge fan of the toys but Dear Boy adores this book. I love that the construction worker is a woman called Carrie)
It's been a little thin on the ground, songs-wise but I've been giving the following a good go (although none have trumped 'Wheels on the bus' as his all-time favourite song):
  • 'Johnny works with one hammer'
  • 'Build it up, build it up, build it high' (via Playschool)
  • 'Convoy' (The Simpsons version)
  • 'Keep on truckin' (I don't even know if this is a proper song or and ad I heard somewhere)
  • 'Drive a Truck' (by StoryBots - if you haven't yet discovered the StoryBots, they're pretty awesome and have a great range of songs for entertaining fractious toddlers - be warned this song gets stuck way on in your brain. Lovely Husband and I have been singing it for days on end)

We didn't have a big adventure this month, but did lots of little trips to construction zones, gazing through the chain-link fences and peep holes in plywood at all manner of muddy holes and machinery. There's a massive crane a few blocks away lifting prefab slabs onto a new retirement home that we can see from the front yard. 

Next month, it's science - w00t! We're talking dinosaurs, fossils, evolution through natural selection, gravity, and some awesome empirical testing via the five senses. We might even make a volcano. W00t w00t!

What have you been playing at your house?

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