Since I last wrote about looking at preschool, I regret to inform you that no previously unknown oil heir relatives have left me their fortunes. As such, I’ve begun looking at Montessori curricula for the home. We are NOT homeschooling for any kind of extended period of time, but I do want to know that Maggie’s time at home with me was as rich and interesting as it possibly could be. Plus it helps me to fill the hours with activities so I don’t become so bored that I start counting ceiling cracks.
Fortunately, Maggie is way ahead of me on that whole playing-with-a-purpose thing. She knows what her job is: Toy Quality Control. Here, she orally tests an item for defects:
Next, she prepares the second level of her testing: systematically removing everything from the shelf and bouncing it off the floor. My mother’s yarn stash is no fun to bounce, but Mommy’s yarn is packaged in small, easily handled balls that bounce. Incidentally, in addition to being safer, wooden toys have a thoroughly satisfying sound when you throw them against tile floors or bang them together. Most satisfying indeed.
Finally, one more oral check for taste. Here, she tests the belt buckle piece from the “basic skills” (buckles, clips, buttons, zippers, lacing and bows, snaps, filing a 1099, selecting a red wine, and negotiating a used car purchase. Some of those skills aren’t really included, I’ll let you decide which ones, but damn if they shouldn’t be) board I picked up in anticipation of my nephew’s visit next month. This is the same basic skills board that totally flummoxed me last night when I tried to wrangle the zipper. I didn’t even fail pre-k skills; I failed pre-pre-k skills. And I just spelled it ‘faild.’ Faild, indeeud.
So she’s mostly on top of this Montessori thing. Or she’s a future demolition expert in the making. Either way, she’s nearly mastered destroying the house; next we’ll work on putting it back together again.