Friday, December 31, 2010

Our furry, friendly, NOISY housemates.

We have some possums that live at our house. Mummy-Poss and Baby-Poss (who is more teenage-poss now) live in the garage roller-door, and Rednut (his namesake is a possum from my childhood which was named by my Dad) lives in the roof. I am not sure if they are related, but my guess is that Rednut is Baby-poss's father but he doesn't sleep with them as he and Mummy-poss don't get along, though they are still trying to make things work for the sake of Baby-poss.

One evening a couple of weeks ago Grandma, R, and I were sitting up on Grandma's balcony eating dinner when we saw Mummy and Baby possum run from the roller-door, up the drainpipe and past the balcony where we were sitting, onto the roof and into the trees. Since then the possums have been a big hit with R and she frequently gestures for them (she puts her hand up and makes a tsk tsk tsk sound) during the day. I had to explain to her that they were nocturnal and only come out at night.

So most evenings we wait for them with keen anticipation, sometimes we give them a bit of fruit, and we always yell 'Hi there!' and give them a big exaggerated wave. To further the experience for R we have been reading 'Possum Magic' by Mem fox and playing with R's toy plastic possum, sitting it in small trees and such. I belive that this will help R to grasp the concept of symbolism, the notion that there are real possums but also symbolic representations of possums in the form of toys, pictures and words.

Here are some pics of the cute lil critters..

Mummy-poss and Baby-poss

Rednut

Mummy-poss enjoying a Christmas nectarine

Possumy things




Thursday, December 30, 2010

The Hundred Languages of Childhood


No way. The hundred is there.
by Loris Malaguzzi

The child
is made of one hundred.
The child has
a hundred languages
a hundred hands
a hundred thoughts
a hundred ways of thinking
of playing, of speaking.
A hundred always a hundred
ways of listening
of marvelling, of loving
a hundred joys
for singing and understanding
a hundred worlds
to discover
a hundred worlds
to invent
a hundred worlds
to dream.
The child has
a hundred languages
(and a hundred hundred hundred more)
but they steal ninety-nine.
The school and the culture
separate the head from the body.
They tell the child:
to think without hands
to do without head
to listen and not to speak
to understand without joy
to love and to marvel
only at Easter and at Christmas.
They tell the child:
to discover the world already there
and of the hundred
they steal ninety-nine.
They tell the child:
that work and play
reality and fantasy
science and imagination
sky and earth
reason and dream
are things
that do not belong together.

And thus they tell the child
that the hundred is not there.
The child says:
No way. The hundred is there.

Friday, December 10, 2010

Rainbow Dancer

At our first visit to Steiner playgroup I noticed the beautiful felt horses and immediately decided that I was going to make one for R.J. The project took it's place on my list of things-to-do but now, 6 months later, it is finally complete. I look forward to making many more felt toys for my daughter, and I think I am going to make a mermaid next.


Rainbow mohair for the mane and tail, and a tiny rose quartz on the forehead.


Wet felted and hand-stitched with love x

I found the pattern for the horse at http://simmy.typepad.com/echoesofadream/2007/05/thank_you_so_mu.html
and bought the material online at Winterwood Steiner Inspired Toys . I took some felting and stitching tips from YouTube and WeeFolkArt.