Our day off educating. Birthday time and maths with meatballs!

Birthday day!
Day two of our experiment just happened to be a day when our timetable changed. Probably not my best planning achievement—but one in which we learned about flexibility rather than rigidly adhering to a framework at all costs. There’s a lesson in everything.
That said, of course- after Small had hunted out all of her presents (and screamed. A lot.) The girls had been duly informed that we wouldn’t be doing any work today, and they were free to go and do whatever they wanted until the other kids arrived at 12.30…….. Yep, you guessed it. They both settled themselves down and spent the morning playing phonics games on Twinkl and doing geography research from the MOUNTAIN of library books we brought home yesterday.

Birthday time!

After a low-key soft play birthday meet up with some friends at Seals Cove the girls disappeared into the garden. When an hour or so later Big came in to ask if she could move her next maths peg over. (Hadn’t requested her English in the morning, though!) I asked her what she had done to justify it. “I’ve been doing maths in my head. We’ve been using the old bricks from down the side of the garden to build a den- and I’ve been using my watch to track the time it takes us to lay each brick. I worked out how many bricks we’re likely to need to complete it and therefore how long it’s likely to take. I estimate that we will be finished by June.”

Maths with Meatballs!

And just to round off our ridiculous non-educational day, Small decided that she would cook the dinner. Her favourite, of course.
They’ve got such a love of growing their knowledge, that just pulling Passata out of the cupboard became an impromptu discussion about mass and volume as the two cartons of tomato were quite rightly pointed out to be “the same amount, but one’s taller and thinner and the other is shorter but fatter.”

Cue ten minutes later when dishing up became multiplication, swiftly followed by division covering both the 3 and 4 times tables. (Because there were 4 rows of three meatballs. “Which makes how many?” And of course, only 3 bowls to divide them into…….) And don’t even start me on steam!

A spot of Stargate after dinner discussing the morality of Colonel O’neill lying to an enemy to get him to submit to medical help….

And here I end, at the end of a rather long battle of me vs technology trying to make the subscription options on here work as they should. (I lost; thankfully the Cavalry arrived in the form of Ben, the WordPress Wizard. Thanks Ben!