It has warmed up considerable overnight (thank goodness: yesterday was c-c-cold) and the snow around the house has virtually all gone. Whether the large lump on the school field, hopefully called a 'snowman' by the children, has gone is anyone's guess right now, but if it hasn't, it has to be on its way out! Not so nice is that it is quite breezy and raining hard.
I see wet playtimes coming up. The children will be pleased: one of them brought in a lovely DVD with some Roald Dahl stories on, with pictures to go with the words - like a storybook on screen. They watched the enormous crocodile the other day and have been clamouring for another ever since. Wet playtime would be an ideal opportunity! It's the Roald Dahl and Quentin Blake magic working its alchemy here as there's only a little movement on screen. Most of the time it's still pictures and words - and they are loving it.
Wet playtimes can be difficult. We do sent the children out if it is just drizzling, but sometimes we infant teachers decide it is just not worth the hassle of soaking wet shoes and socks and keep them in. Inside, they are supposed to use playtime things from a 'wet playtime' box but it's very old now and much of the stuff that was in the box has long since been damaged, lost or whatever. They get out the construction stuff but don't really have long to make anything worthwhile. Therefore, an eagerly awaited DVD is a great way to entertain them and keep them happy.
Two more days until half term, that's all. This half term has been six weeks but it seems to have flashed past in no time at all. We're now half way through the school year - amazing. The second half always goes faster than the first half as well. It won't be long before final assessments, reports and new classes. And that will be another year done and dusted. It always amazes me how fully one becomes involved with ones children and how quickly the disassociation happens once they are no longer ones class any more. I've been known to become a bit tearful when saying goodbye to my lovely classes and I have some extremely fond and positive memories (as well as a few not so pleasant ones) but one moves on to the the all absorbing needs and demands of the new class very smartly! It's a case of survival really. :-) Mine and theirs!
I took this last week - I just love the patterns and the subtle shades of green. Things like this make me wish I could paint.