<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:46:09.117-08:00</updated><category term='LDS'/><category term='Church Nursery'/><category term='Lesson 11: I Am Grateful For Fish'/><category term='LDS Nursery Schedule'/><category term='Lesson 9 Water Books'/><category term='Lesson 3: Heavenly Father&apos;s Plan for Us'/><category term='Song: I am like a star shining brightly'/><category term='what to Sing'/><category term='Lesson 4: I Can Pray to Heavenly Father'/><category term='plants and flowers'/><category term='LDS Nursery'/><category term='Lesson 8: I am grateful for Night and Day'/><category term='Lesson 9: I am grateful for water'/><category term='Song: Once I Was A Baby'/><category term='First Vision'/><category term='Lesson 2: Heavenly Father Has A Body'/><category term='Lesson 5: Jesus is the son of heavenly father'/><category term='Heavenly Father&apos;s Plan For Us'/><category term='Lesson 12: I Am Grateful For Animals'/><category term='Starting Nursery'/><category term='Lesson 10: I am grateful for trees'/><title type='text'>No Crying Nursery</title><subtitle type='html'>You and a two year old are placed in a small, bare, carpeted room for two hours. You do not really know this child. The child has NO idea who you are. Can you handle it? Sure. No worries, right? How about you and 2 two year olds? 3 two year olds ? 5? 7? 9? 12?

Are you screaming for MERCY! yet?  Welcome to Nursery.  It takes a lot of ideas to make the 2 hours of church nursery run smoothly.  I can use all the help I can get.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-909644177862923137</id><published>2008-03-29T05:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T06:39:58.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson 12: I Am Grateful For Animals'/><title type='text'>Lesson 12: I Am Grateful Animals</title><content type='html'>For each lesson I always have a few ideas that are terrible but I still think would be really really funny to do. Here are some of my nixed ideas for I Am Grateful for Animals lesson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bring in my cat, Battle, and let the kids pet him and chase him around. But I suspect once cornered by 12-14 two year olds, Battle would opt for fight instead of flight. And one kid out of the bunch is probably terribly allergic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pick up that road killed possum and bring it in to church so the kids could get a close look at a real wild animal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Call up a friend of mine and asked to borrow his mounted deer head or his deer hunting X-box game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few more, but obviously they're all going in a pretty bad direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really though, I love animals so this could be a fun lesson. I plan to open like I always do: reminding the kids about the earth's creation. Then tell them that Heavenly Father and Jesus created animals. I'm going to ask them about animals: Do they like animals? Do they have any animals? I'm going to tell them about the garden of Eden, that Heavenly Father put the animals in the garden and told Adam to watch over them. I'm going to talk about how Heavenly Father wants us to watch over and be kind to our animals. I'll ask them if they are kind to animals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell the story of Noah's Ark. I plan to check out Peter Spier's Noah's Ark to help me tell the story. Great book! or maybe attempt to use this finger poem from the lesson book, maybe.... It's really really long so I think using the story book would be a lot easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah built an ark so big (outstretch arms); &lt;br /&gt;He knew just what to do (place finger on side of forehead). &lt;br /&gt;He hammered, sawed, and measured (make motions as indicated) &lt;br /&gt;As he’d been commanded to (nod head). &lt;br /&gt;And Noah called his family (beckon with arm) &lt;br /&gt;To march onto the boat (march quietly in place)—&lt;br /&gt;And, two by two, the animals (hold up two fingers) &lt;br /&gt;Came aboard to float (make floating motion with hands). &lt;br /&gt;The heavy dark clouds gathered (place hands above head), &lt;br /&gt;The rain began to fall (wiggle fingers imitating rain)—&lt;br /&gt;And all the earth was covered (make a sweeping motion with hand and arm); &lt;br /&gt;There was no land at all (turn head from side to side). &lt;br /&gt;The ark just floated safely (make a floating motion with hands) &lt;br /&gt;Many a day and night (put hands together on one side of face), &lt;br /&gt;Until the sun came out again (place arms in a circle above head) &lt;br /&gt;And shone so warm and bright.&lt;br /&gt;And all the water dried right up (cross arms across chest); &lt;br /&gt;Dry land did appear (open arms and extend hands). &lt;br /&gt;Noah’s family gave their thanks (bow head and fold arms) &lt;br /&gt;That God was always near.&lt;br /&gt;(Adapted from a verse by Beverly Spencer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to ask the kids why they think Heavenly Father wanted Noah to save the animals. Tell them that Heavenly Father loves the animals and Heavenly Father knows that animals do a lot to help people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown bag 1: I'm going to tell the kids that animals do soo much for us. Here are a few items that I'm thinking off: some llama yarn from my knitting (let each child touch it), some cheese (I'll make it in small cubes so each kid can eat one), a picture of Mary riding the donkey, a toy bat (they eat lots of bugs so we don't get bit). Anyone have any other ideas? This is kind of tricky because I'm a vegetarian so I'd feel a little weird pulling out a bunch of meat or leather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown Bag2: I'm lucky enough to have a bunch of knit finger puppet animals. I'm going to let each kid come pick one out of a bag and whichever animal they pick we are all going to talk about then pretend to be. After each child has picked an animal we are going to play a small game where I hold up a finger puppet and they have to pretend to be whichever animal I hold up. I'm sure this would work just as well with picture cut outs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other ideas that I might do: &lt;br /&gt;1. Play pin the tail on the donkey during play time. &lt;br /&gt;2. Play little brown bear during play time.&lt;br /&gt;3. Make three scenes: Farm, forest, house and let kids pick an animal off the wall and put it in the correct scene.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sing Old McDonald. Or the What Use Are You? song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the craft I think we're going to make animals puppets out of brown bags. I need to go buy googlie eyes at the store today. Anyone have any other animal craft ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-909644177862923137?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/909644177862923137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=909644177862923137' title='53 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/909644177862923137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/909644177862923137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/03/lesson-12-i-am-grateful-animals.html' title='Lesson 12: I Am Grateful Animals'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>53</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-7510449691247220165</id><published>2008-03-29T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T05:51:38.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson 11: I Am Grateful For Fish'/><title type='text'>Lesson 11: I Am Grateful For Fish</title><content type='html'>You know how sometimes you think you get a brilliant idea and you are sure it is the most innovative, creative solution and then it goes terribly wrong? That was my opening for the I am grateful for fish lesson. Thankfully the rest of the lesson went a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened by showing a picture of the earth and asking what it was. Then I asked who made the earth and why. Then I got out a big bowl of water and asked them what was in the bowl. I let them touch it and asked them what it was. A lot of them really liked the water for whatever reason. Then I told them there was something really special about water. I said water made a very special home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is where the trouble began. At the dollar store I had purchase those little sponge pills that you can pop into the water and the pill disolves and a sponge comes out. I found a pack of 12 of sea creatures. Perfect, right? I let each child take a pill and pop it into the water. I told them to watch what happened, that the pill was going to "hatch." We watched and watched and watched. Nothing. Stupid cheap pills. Thirty minutes later a few of them had sort of half broken open. NO FUN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I powered through and asked the kids if they knew what lived in the water. I showed them a picture of a fish. Then I told about the apostles, that they were fisherman and I showed them a picture. Since it was Easter I told them the story of the resurrection and told them that the apostles were so surprised to see Jesus that they couldn't believe that he was really resurrected. I told the kids that Jesus ate fish and honey to show the apostles that he was alive again. Then I let everyone eat a swedish fish.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I brought out my magnet fishing pole. I put cut out fish in a "pond"-tape on the floor in a circle. Each kid got a chance to come "catch" a fish. When they caught their fish they went to the table and got to decorate their fish  with crayons and  stickers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 kids showed up so the class was packed and everything felt pretty crazy. Some days are just harder than others. It was one child's second time in nursery so he wasn't too sure or happy about the whole experience. I was really grateful that my Mom was visiting and was kind enough to hang out with me in nursery. She has some mad skills with small children and did a great job helping that child feel okay. It was really interesting to watch. As always, my nursery assistants were life savers in a million ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was Easter I also prepared a little Easter Egg hunt. I put two or three smarteez in each egg and hid about 30 eggs in the toys. The kids LOVED it. It was really interesting to see how the kids responded. Some were just happy to find an egg and didn't care about the candy. Some kids were ripping eggs open and devouring the contents as fast as they could claw their way into them. Other kid let the smaller kids find eggs then tried to poach them. I tried to step in to stop that. It was interesting how early you can see human nature in all its various forms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that made last Sunday difficult is my apartment complex's internet was getting "fixed" last weekend which meant I was totally offline and now that it's back up I swear it is TEN THOUSAND times slower. I couldn't look up my lesson on the church's website and I was never given a manual. I had to free wing it. When I did look at the lesson I was sad there was so much I left out. Oh well. Everyone survived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. My lousy internet situation makes it near impossible to upload images at the moment. I'll try to add them later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-7510449691247220165?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/7510449691247220165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=7510449691247220165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/7510449691247220165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/7510449691247220165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/03/lesson-11-i-am-grateful-for-fish.html' title='Lesson 11: I Am Grateful For Fish'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-2526119976322809733</id><published>2008-03-14T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:55:25.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R9tILg-3XnI/AAAAAAAAAHs/AZjqF9nvPWQ/s1600-h/children+song+book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R9tILg-3XnI/AAAAAAAAAHs/AZjqF9nvPWQ/s320/children+song+book.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177811559261888114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a previous post there was a question about where to find the words and songs for Primary songs. The church has put together a great feature on its website where you can see all the words to all the songs in Children's Song Book AND it plays the music too. It's PERFECT if you need to learn or "freshen up" on a song.  You can check it out &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/cm/display/0,17631,4766-1,00.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R9tIQw-3XoI/AAAAAAAAAH0/peEWC4WgrGg/s1600-h/song+book+CD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R9tIQw-3XoI/AAAAAAAAAH0/peEWC4WgrGg/s320/song+book+CD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177811649456201346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also order the Children's Song Book on CD and they come with words &lt;a href="http://www.ldscatalog.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?catalogId=10151&amp;storeId=10151&amp;productId=38845&amp;langId=-1&amp;cg1=13781&amp;cg2=13792&amp;cg3=&amp;cg4=&amp;cg5=&amp;sortId=3&amp;sortOr=1&amp;retURLtext=Back%20to%20'Recordings'&amp;retURL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.ldscatalog.com%2Fwebapp%2Fwcs%2Fstores%2Fservlet%2FCategoryDisplay%3FcatalogId%3D10151%26amp%3BstoreId%3D10151%26amp%3BcategoryId%3D13792%26amp%3BlangId%3D-1%26amp%3Bcg1%3D13781%26amp%3Bcg2%3D%26amp%3Bcg3%3D%26amp%3Bcg4%3D%26amp%3Bcg5%3D%26pageId%3D1%26pageCt%3D15%26sortId%3D3%26sortOr%3D1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I know some people love to have the CDs to play so they don't have to sing alone. I sing alone so I can speed up and slow down songs and keep things going and adapting to the class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also buy a convenient pocket sized Children's song book &lt;a href="http://www.ldscatalog.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?catalogId=10151&amp;storeId=10151&amp;productId=38815&amp;langId=-1&amp;cg1=13781&amp;cg2=13782&amp;cg3=13784&amp;cg4=&amp;cg5=&amp;sortId=3&amp;sortOr=1&amp;retURLtext=Back%20to%20'Hymns%20and%20Songs'&amp;retURL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.ldscatalog.com%2Fwebapp%2Fwcs%2Fstores%2Fservlet%2FCategoryDisplay%3FcatalogId%3D10151%26amp%3BstoreId%3D10151%26amp%3BcategoryId%3D13784%26amp%3BlangId%3D-1%26amp%3Bcg1%3D13781%26amp%3Bcg2%3D13782%26amp%3Bcg3%3D%26amp%3Bcg4%3D%26amp%3Bcg5%3D%26pageId%3D1%26pageCt%3D15%26sortId%3D3%26sortOr%3D1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you every want to know the words to a particular song that you see here on this blog, let me know and I will be happy to post them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-2526119976322809733?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/2526119976322809733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=2526119976322809733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/2526119976322809733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/2526119976322809733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/03/song-time.html' title='Song Time'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R9tILg-3XnI/AAAAAAAAAHs/AZjqF9nvPWQ/s72-c/children+song+book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-2271129008932458681</id><published>2008-03-14T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:55:27.048-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson 10: I am grateful for trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plants and flowers'/><title type='text'>Lesson 10: I am Grateful for trees, plants and flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R9tCaw-3XjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/t0rXuKP7vZw/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R9tCaw-3XjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/t0rXuKP7vZw/s320/flowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177805224185126450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since stake conference has put my ward a lesson behind a lot of other people, our lesson on being grateful for plants is right next to St. Patrick's day with all its four leaf clovers. So here is what I'm think of doing for Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R9tDAA-3XmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/l7VCtt0Dg3w/s1600-h/clovers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R9tDAA-3XmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/l7VCtt0Dg3w/s320/clovers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177805864135253602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack Time:&lt;br /&gt;We'll eat our normal snack but I think I'll try to bake some four leaf clover cookies. I'm going to bring some green icing and let the kids decorate the cookies and eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R9tC3A-3XlI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Osh90GdXZpc/s1600-h/the_giving_tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R9tC3A-3XlI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Osh90GdXZpc/s320/the_giving_tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177805709516430930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R9tCuw-3XkI/AAAAAAAAAHU/I5nQ_Xnq1Ps/s1600-h/blueberriesforsal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R9tCuw-3XkI/AAAAAAAAAHU/I5nQ_Xnq1Ps/s320/blueberriesforsal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177805567782510146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the book The Giving Tree but it's really sort of sad (though is shows how much trees do for us) and the book Blueberries for Sal to read to the kids. Any other suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show the picture of the Earth. Ask them what it is.&lt;br /&gt;Show the picture of Jesus. Ask the kids who it is. Tell them Jesus made the Earth. Why did he make the Earth? Because he loves us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown paper bag: &lt;br /&gt;In the bag will be things that come from plants. A wooden block, an apple, a carrot, a flower (for them to smell), some spices (I'll let the kids smell and maybe taste some cinnamon sugar), paper, whatever else I can find in my house that comes from a plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pick kids to come up to the front and pick something out of the bag. We'll talk about the plant that it came from and why we like plants.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class tree.&lt;br /&gt; I'm going to make a tree with brown construction paper. I'm going to give each kid a green construction paper leaf. I'll ask the kids something they like about plants and let them come put their leaf up on the tree. I think we'll hang this on our bulletin board. During craft time I'll trace the kids hands on different color paper and cut those out so the tree can have some flowers too. I'll let each kid put up their hand on the tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tree songs:&lt;br /&gt;We'll sing some songs about trees. Popcorn popping. In the pretty treetops. Leaves are falling.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craft:&lt;br /&gt;Leaf rubbing&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;Flower puppet:&lt;br /&gt;Take a small cup and poke a straw through the bottom. Have paper cut out in flower shapes that the kids can color then  tape onto the top of the straw.  The kids can move the straw up and down so their flowers can "grow."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-2271129008932458681?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/2271129008932458681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=2271129008932458681' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/2271129008932458681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/2271129008932458681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/03/lesson-10-i-am-grateful-for-trees.html' title='Lesson 10: I am Grateful for trees, plants and flowers'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R9tCaw-3XjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/t0rXuKP7vZw/s72-c/flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-9147325264902613492</id><published>2008-03-14T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:55:27.217-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson 9: I am grateful for water'/><title type='text'>Lesson 9: I am Grateful for Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R9s67w-3XiI/AAAAAAAAAHE/R9Crx3JcbkA/s1600-h/watercycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R9s67w-3XiI/AAAAAAAAAHE/R9Crx3JcbkA/s320/watercycle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177796995027787298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last weeks lesson went really well. My class normally has about 12 kids show up. Thanks to the combination of the flu season and spring break only five kids came. It was soooo easy. I almost felt in control. Almost, not quite, but almost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During snack I read them the story The Little Cloud by Eric Carle and a few of the other books. They seemed to enjoy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a quick summary of what we did. I showed the kids a picture of the earth and asked them what it is. We've done this three or four times now and one kids every time says the moon! Then all the other kids say the moon! Then I tell them it's the earth, it's where we live and they stare at me. Then I show them a picture of Jesus and ask them who it is. Then I told them that Jesus made the Earth because he loves us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them I was going to show them something really special that Jesus made. I told them to close their eyes. I had a spray bottle filled with water and I hid it under a piece of cloth and shook it. I asked the kids what they heard. Then I told the kids to hold out their hands. I put the spray bottle on mist and I sprayed their hands with the mist. I asked them what they felt. They said water! I asked them what it felt like. Then I told them to open their mouths and twisted the spray bottle to a stream and gave each of them a spray in their mouth. I said they could taste the water too. That cracked them up and I spent the next five minutes letting them feel or taste the water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked them what they did with water. I showed them a picture of Rebekah at the well. I talked about how we drink water. Then I asked them if they ever drink water. Then I showed them a picture of people taking the sacrament and talked about how we drink the water during the sacrament. I showed them a picture of a child being baptized and a picture of Jesus being baptised and a picture of Christ washing the apostles washing His apostles feet. I let the kids point out the water in each of the pictures.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I let the kids sit at the table. I gave each of them a pie pan filled with a little water and a cup and the played and splashed in the water. A couple of them drank the water. They seemed to really enjoy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we cleaned up the pie pans and we did a little craft where they glued raindrops over an umbrella and drew flowers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-9147325264902613492?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/9147325264902613492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=9147325264902613492' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/9147325264902613492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/9147325264902613492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/03/lesson-9-i-am-grateful-for-water.html' title='Lesson 9: I am Grateful for Water'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R9s67w-3XiI/AAAAAAAAAHE/R9Crx3JcbkA/s72-c/watercycle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-6122763621379310022</id><published>2008-03-04T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:55:29.639-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson 9 Water Books'/><title type='text'>Water Books</title><content type='html'>In preparation for the upcoming lesson, Lesson 9: I am grateful for water, I've picked out a few water oriented books to get from my library. Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R817SlxqUDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ttBLSNEgd_8/s1600-h/over+in+the+ocean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R817SlxqUDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ttBLSNEgd_8/s320/over+in+the+ocean.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173927106226835506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over in the Ocean: In A Coral Reef by Marianne Berkes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R817T1xqUEI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mSBKc2qgDw0/s1600-h/cloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R817T1xqUEI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mSBKc2qgDw0/s320/cloud.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173927127701672002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloud by Eric Carle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R817UVxqUFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/uX6pbs0qOGY/s1600-h/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R817UVxqUFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/uX6pbs0qOGY/s320/rain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173927136291606610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain by Manya Stojic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R817UVxqUGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DMMCiJnPq2c/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R817UVxqUGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DMMCiJnPq2c/s320/snow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173927136291606626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow by Manya Stojic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R816_FxqUAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/L0NZZYnYed0/s1600-h/wild+things.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R816_FxqUAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/L0NZZYnYed0/s320/wild+things.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173926771219386370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the Wild Things Are by Mauric Sendak (Max rides in his boat) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R816_lxqUBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ODQh5CVS__M/s1600-h/lost+and+found.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R816_lxqUBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ODQh5CVS__M/s320/lost+and+found.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173926779809320978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost and Found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R817AFxqUCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlaKSw4ACIU/s1600-h/bidgood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R817AFxqUCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlaKSw4ACIU/s320/bidgood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173926788399255586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Bidgood's in the Bathtub and He Won't Get Out by Audrey Wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R81-EVxqUHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Q6VmEhFbqOA/s1600-h/harry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R81-EVxqUHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Q6VmEhFbqOA/s320/harry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173930159948583026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry the Dirty Dog by Gene Zion &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R81-qVxqUII/AAAAAAAAAG8/xWc19XSs7ds/s1600-h/harry2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R81-qVxqUII/AAAAAAAAAG8/xWc19XSs7ds/s320/harry2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173930812783612034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry by the Sea by Gene Zion ( I LOVE the Harry books!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R816t1xqT9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/kJKbTwk44dU/s1600-h/noah+spier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R816t1xqT9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/kJKbTwk44dU/s320/noah+spier.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173926474866642898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah's Ark by Peter Spier &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R816u1xqT-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/jdyO-uBTMN0/s1600-h/Flotsam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R816u1xqT-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/jdyO-uBTMN0/s320/Flotsam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173926492046512098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flotsam by David Wiesner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R816vFxqT_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/TejJak0VtVA/s1600-h/snowyday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R816vFxqT_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/TejJak0VtVA/s320/snowyday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173926496341479410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow Day by Ezra Jack Keats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to find another book or two about the animals that live in the water. I think I'll look around when I get to the library. Anybody have any other suggestions for water books?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for books on another topic, some great sites for pre-school age book recommendations are Surlalune Story Time which is &lt;a href="http://www.surlalunefairytales.com/storytime/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (she organizes her book recommendations by topic, so handy!) and Minneapolis Public libraries page &lt;a href="http://www.mpls.lib.mn.us/elsie.asp?searchformat=a&amp;searchkeyword="&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-6122763621379310022?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/6122763621379310022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=6122763621379310022' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/6122763621379310022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/6122763621379310022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/03/water-books.html' title='Water Books'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R817SlxqUDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ttBLSNEgd_8/s72-c/over+in+the+ocean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-758693376249415498</id><published>2008-03-02T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:55:29.898-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what to Sing'/><title type='text'>What to Sing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R8s0NP9t65I/AAAAAAAAAFc/FIiTKXrsS14/s1600-h/kids+singing.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R8s0NP9t65I/AAAAAAAAAFc/FIiTKXrsS14/s320/kids+singing.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173285999193484178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first Sunday after cleaning out the toy cabinet. I was very curious to see if the hour or two of work made any difference and I was pleased with the result. Play time was MUCH cleaner. The kids found the toys they do play with much easier and GONE were the cluttered mass of plastic knick knacks spewed across the floor.  Woo-hoo! Clean up time was even more manageable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So every Saturday night or Sunday morning I find myself writing out a list of songs to sing. I then use that list to put tape on the back of the laminated pictures I hang on the wall with sticky tack for the kids to pick off.  I realized it would be much easier to simply write the songs down here for me to reference. If you have any songs you do that your kids like please let me know. I would love to try them out. I would really like to learn some more church oriented songs that are still active. Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give Said the Little Stream&lt;br /&gt;We Are a Happy Nursery (modified from We are a Happy Family)&lt;br /&gt;Book of Mormon Stories&lt;br /&gt;Rain is Falling&lt;br /&gt;Do As I'm Doing&lt;br /&gt;Popcorn Popping&lt;br /&gt;If You Are Happy and You Know It&lt;br /&gt;Once I Was A Baby (modified from Once There Was A Snowman)&lt;br /&gt;Once There Was A Snowman&lt;br /&gt;I'm All Made of Hinges&lt;br /&gt;I Am Like A Star Shinning Brightly&lt;br /&gt;If You're Very, Very Small&lt;br /&gt;In The Pretty Tree Tops&lt;br /&gt;If You Chance to Meet A Frown&lt;br /&gt;Head Shoulders Knees and Toes&lt;br /&gt;Father Abraham&lt;br /&gt;The Primary Colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I know I left a few out but that's normal. There are now 14 kids in my nursery. I generally have 12 show up.  Since every kid gets to pick a picture off the wall, we have a pretty long singing time. That's why really short little songs like If You're Very Very Small are helpful.  Even though singing time lasts a while, the kids seem to get into the songs and enjoy themselves. I think it's one of the most fun parts of nursery to them.  I do my best to have hand motions or so something the kids can hold during each song to keep them involved.  More on that later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-758693376249415498?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/758693376249415498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=758693376249415498' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/758693376249415498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/758693376249415498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-to-sing.html' title='What to Sing'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R8s0NP9t65I/AAAAAAAAAFc/FIiTKXrsS14/s72-c/kids+singing.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-6690586174860157509</id><published>2008-03-01T06:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T06:21:46.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song: Once I Was A Baby'/><title type='text'>Song: Once I Was A Baby</title><content type='html'>One of my class's favorite songs is Once There Was a Snowman.  As it warms up, it can get a little weird to be singing about a snowman. I mean, I know he melts and the kids don't really care but when it's 98 degrees outside, it gets obvious you're just desperate for any song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So I was really happy when the lesson manual provided another little song that goes to the snowman tune.  The kids LOVE LOVE LOVE this song. They will sing it five times straight and still be begging to sing it again. Here're the words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was a baby, baby, baby. (Pretend to rock a baby in your arms)&lt;br /&gt;Once I was a baby, small, small, small. (Shrink down, like a snow man melting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m growing bigger, bigger, bigger. (Grow back up)&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m growing bigger, tall, tall, tall! (Throw your arms high in the air)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sing the snowman and the baby song every class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-6690586174860157509?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/6690586174860157509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=6690586174860157509' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/6690586174860157509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/6690586174860157509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/03/song-once-i-was-baby.html' title='Song: Once I Was A Baby'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-7086087175945443746</id><published>2008-03-01T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:55:31.168-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDS Nursery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson 8: I am grateful for Night and Day'/><title type='text'>Lesson 8: I am thankful for the day and night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R8lf1f9t61I/AAAAAAAAAE8/vrb9ExgaGBE/s1600-h/ND.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R8lf1f9t61I/AAAAAAAAAE8/vrb9ExgaGBE/s320/ND.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172771019729791826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for the lesson I am thankful for the night and day. My class is SUPER young so I have REALLY been looking forward to starting the creation lessons. I feel like the kids can understand these lessons so much easier. The concepts are much less abstract so it is easier to keep their attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized that since my stake had stake conference I'm probably a week behind most of you. I'd love to hear what you did last week and hopefully I'll be even with you again sometime in the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the plan for tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R8lf6v9t62I/AAAAAAAAAFE/bmnts-KRdWE/s1600-h/full_moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R8lf6v9t62I/AAAAAAAAAFE/bmnts-KRdWE/s320/full_moon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172771109924105058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During snack time I've started bringing a book or two from the library to read them while they eat. I do my best to make it relate to the lesson or be the scripture story in the lesson.  This week I'm bringing Kitten's First Full Moon by Kevin Henkes to introduce the idea of the night and The Sun's Day by Mordicai Gerstein to talk about the day.  A few other good books about the subject are &lt;br /&gt;Grandfather Twilight by Barbara Berger&lt;br /&gt;Where Does the Sun Go at Night? by Mirra Ginsburg&lt;br /&gt; When the Sun Rose by Barbara Berger&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, Goodnight by Ever Rice&lt;br /&gt;Good Night Moon by Margaret Wise Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm going to have them around for the kids to read if they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my lesson plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R8lgfv9t64I/AAAAAAAAAFU/U_LuGpuabwE/s1600-h/nightday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R8lgfv9t64I/AAAAAAAAAFU/U_LuGpuabwE/s320/nightday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172771745579264898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show Picture of Earth&lt;br /&gt;  Ask What is this? The Earth. Who Made the Earth?&lt;br /&gt;Show Picture of Heavenly Father and Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Why did they make the Earth? Because they love you! and they wanted you to have a place you could come live with your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm going to try to do that same opening for every creation lesson until the kids have it down.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what the first thing that Jesus created on the earth was? &lt;br /&gt;Show picture of night and day picture from the gospel library.&lt;br /&gt;Ask them what is in the picture.  If they can't get it I'll tell them Night and Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day:&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to talk about day first.  Is the sun or the moon out during the day?  Yes, Jesus made the sun so we would have day. What does the sun do?&lt;br /&gt;It gives us light, it makes us warm, it helps plants to grow.  (Try to find pictures for each thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like to do in the day?  &lt;br /&gt;Let kids answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIght:&lt;br /&gt;But Day doesn't last forever does it? What comes after the day, when the sun goes down? Night. Is the Sun or the Moon in the sky at night? Jesus put the moon in the sky at night. There's also something else we can see at night.  Do you know what it is? If they can't guess, I'll pull out one of the foil stars.  You can also see the stars at night. Jesus put the stars in the sky to help people find their way in the dark.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R8lgV_9t63I/AAAAAAAAAFM/qc4jOCRnrEU/s1600-h/wisemen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R8lgV_9t63I/AAAAAAAAAFM/qc4jOCRnrEU/s320/wisemen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172771578075540338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell story of three wise man, emphasizing that the wise men used the stars in the night to find baby Jesus.  Show picture. Let the kids point out the star they wise men followed.  That's why Jesus wants us to be like stars to show others the way to do what's right.  Can you show your brothers and sisters how to do what's right? What can you do? (Answers like be nice, help mom, etc)&lt;br /&gt;Sing I Am Like A Star Shining Brightly with foil stars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the kids are still paying attention I'm going to show them several pictures and ask if it is day or night until they have it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to get the wiggles that have been building up out, we'll do the God Creation finger play:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s Creation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God made the moon (make a circle with hands) &lt;br /&gt;And winking stars (open and close hands) &lt;br /&gt;And put them in the sky (reach up). &lt;br /&gt;He made the sun (make a circle with arms overhead) &lt;br /&gt;And trees (hold arms straight up) &lt;br /&gt;And flowers (cup hands) &lt;br /&gt;And little birds that fly (wave arms). &lt;br /&gt;(From Fascinating Finger Fun by Eleanor Doan. © 1951. Used by permission.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we'll play a Night and Day game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the lights are on it's day and I'll give the kids a command to run or march or hop or yell or clap.&lt;br /&gt;But when I flip off the light switch, I'll yell Night! and the kids have to stop and pretend they're asleep. &lt;br /&gt;When I flip the lights back on they can start again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craft: &lt;br /&gt;Kt gave a great suggestion for the craft this week and I am going to use. Get black construction paper and the shiny star stickers and let each kid decorate their night sky.  White and pink crayons should work on the black construction paper too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my plan. I didn't use the story in the lesson manual about the night in the Americas when it didn't get dark because I think it would REALLY confuse my young kids. I think the three wise men story should be a good substitution. Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-7086087175945443746?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/7086087175945443746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=7086087175945443746' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/7086087175945443746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/7086087175945443746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/03/lesson-8-i-am-thankful-for-day-and.html' title='Lesson 8: I am thankful for the day and night'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R8lf1f9t61I/AAAAAAAAAE8/vrb9ExgaGBE/s72-c/ND.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-7170041021998424591</id><published>2008-03-01T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:55:34.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apron Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R8lVYv9t60I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ds24aY1gr9s/s1600-h/craft+apron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R8lVYv9t60I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ds24aY1gr9s/s320/craft+apron.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172759530692275010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of wearing an apron came up a fair bit in the attempt to protect Sunday clothes from the natural affects of nursery. I wasn't a huge fan of the idea at first because in my mind, aprons seemed kind of dumpy too. But then I started looking at aprons and there appears to have been an apron revolution. You can find some really cool designs. If I had any skills on the sewing machine I would make the apron above. Isn't it pretty? You can get the pattern for free &lt;a href="http://blog.craftzine.com/archive/2007/07/craft_pattern_podcast_shimmy_s.html?CMP=OTC-5JF307375954"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're like me and not so crafty, &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt; has a great supply. Here are a few that caught my eye:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R8lUz_9t6zI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-GpF21hTKjc/s1600-h/cash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R8lUz_9t6zI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-GpF21hTKjc/s320/cash.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172758899332082482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=7676344"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R8lUHf9t6yI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cfDWVzkcXLQ/s1600-h/blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R8lUHf9t6yI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cfDWVzkcXLQ/s320/blue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172758134827903778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=9537215"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R8lT3f9t6xI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Pz-WlM0ObnI/s1600-h/bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R8lQDP9t6rI/AAAAAAAAADs/Wy6-E1YnCrE/s320/apclass.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172753663766948530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=9931796"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R8lPyf9t6qI/AAAAAAAAADk/9EzbuDDaTmo/s1600-h/apron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R8lPyf9t6qI/AAAAAAAAADk/9EzbuDDaTmo/s320/apron.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172753376004139682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=7634046"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-7170041021998424591?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/7170041021998424591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=7170041021998424591' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/7170041021998424591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/7170041021998424591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/03/apron-talk.html' title='Apron Talk'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R8lVYv9t60I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ds24aY1gr9s/s72-c/craft+apron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-8940514723332329780</id><published>2008-03-01T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:55:34.712-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDS Nursery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song: I am like a star shining brightly'/><title type='text'>Song: I Am Like A Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R8lOqf9t6pI/AAAAAAAAADc/v1OT0fmABbY/s1600-h/foil+star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R8lOqf9t6pI/AAAAAAAAADc/v1OT0fmABbY/s320/foil+star.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172752139053558418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found that every song goes better if the kids have something to hold or do.  So today I'm making foil stars that the kids can hold up when they sing I Am Like A Star Shining Brightly. &lt;br /&gt; To make the stars find or make a star stencil.  Take an old cardboard box and trace and cut out the number of stars you need. I now need fourteen. Once you have your star forms cut, coat them in glue and wrap them in tin foil.  If you don't want to waste your foil you can coat your stars in glue and dip them in glitter. The kids love glitter but it does get EVERYWHERE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-8940514723332329780?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/8940514723332329780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=8940514723332329780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/8940514723332329780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/8940514723332329780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-like-star.html' title='Song: I Am Like A Star'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R8lOqf9t6pI/AAAAAAAAADc/v1OT0fmABbY/s72-c/foil+star.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-6158497501267977567</id><published>2008-02-27T17:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:55:35.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Devil in the Toy Chest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R8YVb9rV9wI/AAAAAAAAADU/OX-sBXpsl14/s1600-h/doll1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R8YVb9rV9wI/AAAAAAAAADU/OX-sBXpsl14/s320/doll1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171844792238601986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you were wondering about the long silence on this blog, I apologize. Things got a little hectic. First there was Stake Conference = Break from Nursery, Hurray! Then I came down with the flu. Then I got in a car accident. Nothing serious, but it was thoroughly unpleasant. This string of bad luck has me thinking of all the stories about temple attendance. You know, how everything in the world will rise up to stop you. It has felt like everything in the world has risen up between me and my one, tiny,  righteous desire to clean out the nursery toy cabinet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent weeks looking forward to this Tuesday. It was the day appointed to sort clean and organize  the jumbled, mangled, and disfigured mass of toys inhabiting our toy cupboard. Sunday after Sunday the kids pull out every single piece of junk, throw it on the floor, step on it, trip on it, and smash it in order to find the three or four decent toys that all 12 kids want to play with. I was SO ready to get rid of the germy junk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But after swells of nausea and the car collision, I was not in the mood to wade through infested mounds of plastic. With the assistance of my angelic friend who came along to help, I went anyway. It was a pretty good time. There is some sweet satisfaction in throwing out some of the toys that have haunted me. We ended up with four very large trash bags of junk. (I'm sorry great North Pacific Gyre--that's the oceanic vortex where plastic trash ends up) I wanted to bring my camera to document a few of my favorites but forgot. Here's a description of a few of the highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child sized baby doll: This thing might actually have survived the cut because baby dolls are so loved by the kids, but I hate it. I'm fairly certain it was used as a CPR dummy before becoming a "toy." It's just about as large as the kids, has on a pair of raggedy cut off shorts that are way way too small for it, and has these suspiciously hideous scratch marks on it's scalp.  The really terrible thing about this toy is when seen out of the corner of my eye, lying prostrate on the ground, I have mistaken it for a crumpled child and rushed over to "save" it.  Sadly, I have made this mistake more than half a dozen times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second most hated doll: She has hair the color of red jolly ranchers and neon blue eyes, a kind of neon blue that can look into your soul and fill it with a feeling of florescent doom. I would be fine if I could keep my distance from her, but one very kind little girl in my class always tries to get me to hold her. I do not know why. It's started giving me bad dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over a hundred magnets: I love magnets, but for some reason we had a huge bag of them--each a little smaller than a marble. PERFECT choking hazard. Is someone trying to kill these kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every ugly figurine ever given out in happy meals in the last forty years. Some are fine; most made no sense. I liked the purple and yellow green octopus. Didn't like the Polly Pocket whose hair had all been pulled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of really wonderful others but it's hard to remember them all. Still, by the end of the night we had made a lot more room, organized the toys, and wiped everything down with disinfectant. I think play time and clean up will be a lot more fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do have a few really wonderful toys that are staples. They are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Large wooden puzzles with pieces large enough for the kids to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very large hard plastic car and truck. These are just big enough that the kids try to sit and ride on them. It doesn't really work but the kids love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balls. The kids love balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A toy kitchen. Great for fun and fights. Three kids always try to play with it at once, it's so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby dolls. No matter how ugly, they are cherished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby stroller. The kids love filling it up with anything they can find and wheeling it around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fisher Price Cash register. I played with this thing when I was a kid so it warms my heart to see it still in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a little money in the budget to make a few responsible purchases. Any suggestions for toys for 1-3 year olds?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-6158497501267977567?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/6158497501267977567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=6158497501267977567' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/6158497501267977567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/6158497501267977567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/02/devil-in-toy-chest.html' title='The Devil in the Toy Chest'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R8YVb9rV9wI/AAAAAAAAADU/OX-sBXpsl14/s72-c/doll1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-5454156956751838589</id><published>2008-02-10T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T13:01:15.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to Wear?</title><content type='html'>After nursery today, I noticed my shirt was smeared with snot. Lots and lots of snot, in multiple places. I also had a piece of scotch tape and a blue foam sticker pig stuck to me.  I pulled off the pig and the tape and I really hope all the snot washes out okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know church is supposed to be Sunday best, but working in nursery has made me adjust my wardrobe. I've found myself reaching into the back of my closet for clothes that are old or ugly. I try to pair those clothes appropriately in order to avoid dumpiness but I can't say I get many compliments on my style. I feel a little sad because I know I look a lot better when I go to work than when I go to church these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need is a SUPER kid-proof outfit. If anyone could produce this outfit, I'm sure they could make a million, billion dollars. I think Project Runway should try to tackle it. Here's a few of the requirements:&lt;br /&gt;Resistant to staining &lt;br /&gt;Resistant to the absorption of any type of body fluid. &lt;br /&gt;Flexible enough to run in place, jump up from Ring around the Rosy, do Head Shoulders Knees and Toes, lift screaming and kicking small children &lt;br /&gt;Fit perfectly so I don't have to worry about accidently flashing or mooning anyone &lt;br /&gt;Look Amazing&lt;br /&gt;And I suppose it should look appropriately feminine, although pants seem to make a lot more sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-5454156956751838589?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/5454156956751838589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=5454156956751838589' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/5454156956751838589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/5454156956751838589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-to-wear.html' title='What to Wear?'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-6254383244357638777</id><published>2008-02-09T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:55:35.526-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDS Nursery'/><title type='text'>I have a testimony of finger play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R62-ntrV9vI/AAAAAAAAADM/-WLCtVHfvgE/s1600-h/game+plan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R62-ntrV9vI/AAAAAAAAADM/-WLCtVHfvgE/s320/game+plan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164993937149392626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I turned the lesson over to my lovely and very capable nursery assistant so I'm enjoying a little more peace of mind than usual this weekend. As soon as I russle up a hiking companion I'll be hitting the trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I looked through the lesson in the manual this week, 6: Heavenly Father Loves ME. It's a good one. It has a lot of finger play-little poems with accompanying hand motions. When I first started trying to do nursery lessons I thought the little finger play activities were impossible. I rarely knew the poems and I doubted the kids would know them or do them. Time for another slice of humble pie. I tried one just for fun and the kids LOVED it. It's by far, the MOST successful part of my lessons. The kids actually demand to do them over and over again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just because I have developed a devoted adoration to finger play doesn't mean I'm able to remember the poems. Sadly, I'm not President Monson. So I cheat. I write the outline of my lesson and all the poems on a 5x7 note card. I used to hold the card in my hand but that can get in the way of the motions, so I tape it to my wrist. It's my personal game plan. The tape makes me look crazy but it's SO helpful. And next time I got to the sporting supply store I'm going to buy myself a real football wrist band. I expect it will be exactly what I need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-6254383244357638777?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/6254383244357638777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=6254383244357638777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/6254383244357638777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/6254383244357638777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-testimony-of-finger-play.html' title='I have a testimony of finger play'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R62-ntrV9vI/AAAAAAAAADM/-WLCtVHfvgE/s72-c/game+plan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-1027269564667835938</id><published>2008-02-07T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T17:28:16.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakers</title><content type='html'>This may be the most successful nursery craft I've done yet. I did it last Sunday because I hung out at a party a little too long Saturday night. Turns out contact paper can be difficult to find at 11:30 Saturday night.  I was ready to panic. I needed an easy craft I could make from grocery store supplies. As I roamed the aisles I had no idea what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly believe this idea was a blessing from God. It was time consuming in a good way, not too difficult and the kids absolutely loved it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here's what you need:&lt;br /&gt;2 small dixie cups, masking tape, a bag of dry beans and some stickers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what you do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get two small dixie cups and tape them together with masking tape. Cup one facing down, cup two facing up. &lt;br /&gt;Like this:&lt;br /&gt;M  &lt;br /&gt;W &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once FIRMLY taped together cut a small x in the bottom of the cup, just large enough to push your small finger through. You now have a tiny hole about the size of a dry bean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what the kids do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give each kid a set of taped cups and a small handful of beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them fill the cups with as many beans as they want. They really love shoving the small beans in the hole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them decorate them with stickers. I recommend the foam ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the kids are content with their bean load, help them put a sticker over the top so the beans won't fall out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the shaking will begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it happened in my class:&lt;br /&gt;I made my own shaker before class. I passed out the empty taped cups to each kid. Then I held up my cup and said see my shaker? Ready? Listen! Then I shook it really loud. The kids were amazed and immediately jealous. Then I told them to shake their cups and asked them if they heard anything. They shook hopefully then admitted they did not. Then I told them all they had to do was add the beans. I was amazed how excited they were. As soon as I put a few beans on the table they leaped into action. They liked it so much, a few started fighting over beans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pointless as these may seem, they are great to keep around for singing time. The kids love being able to shake them to the beat of the song. I plan to do it on the lesson I am Grateful for my Ears and any other time I need a craft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-1027269564667835938?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/1027269564667835938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=1027269564667835938' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/1027269564667835938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/1027269564667835938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/02/shakers.html' title='Shakers'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-6157417202798352387</id><published>2008-02-04T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T19:33:30.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Past No</title><content type='html'>I have a little boy in my class who has a favorite word. That word is NO. Any question I ask gets a furrowed brow, a scowl and an emphatic little NO.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'll say:&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to sing a song?&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to play?&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to eat a snack.&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first it threw me off, but I think I've gotten better at getting past no.  Mostly I just pretend his no is the answer I wanted to hear: Yes! And I try to ask less yes or no questions and more which one questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we'll have singing time and I'll ask the class, Should we sing Head, shoulders, knees and toes?&lt;br /&gt;I'll get no response except that solemn little NO. &lt;br /&gt;So I'll say, Great! Where's your head? and then start singing the song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When coloring time comes I'll ask Do you want to color?&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, which crayon do you want? Red?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Green?&lt;br /&gt;He'll take it if it's a good day. &lt;br /&gt;If it's a bad day I"ll just leave a crayon and paper in front of him and avoid looking at him so he can take it without feeling like he lost the standoff. It's worked pretty well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-6157417202798352387?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/6157417202798352387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=6157417202798352387' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/6157417202798352387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/6157417202798352387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/02/getting-past-no.html' title='Getting Past No'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-7660307681704542880</id><published>2008-02-01T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:55:36.065-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDS Nursery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson 5: Jesus is the son of heavenly father'/><title type='text'>Lesson 5: Jesus Christ is the Son of Heavenly Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R6PGlOL7x7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/2lrrJmZKogA/s1600-h/mystical_nativity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R6PGlOL7x7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/2lrrJmZKogA/s320/mystical_nativity.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162187940662331314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I mentioned earlier that I've been trying to figure out how to open the lesson. Here's my plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening:  Picture time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to show the kids a picture of my Dad and Mom holding me as a baby. I'm going to show them the picture and ask them:&lt;br /&gt;What is this a picture of?&lt;br /&gt;How do you think the Daddy and Mommy feel about the baby?&lt;br /&gt;Do they love the baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Loves You?&lt;br /&gt;  Pull out a bean bag or small ball. When I throw the bean bag to a kid, they have to tell me someone who loves them and throw it back. I'll make sure to give every kid a chance to name someone who loves them.  I'll also make sure to bring a spare bean bag so I can continue the game if someone won't give up the bean bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone Else Loves You&lt;br /&gt;  Tell the kids there is someone else who loves them. Have them guess. Tell them it is Heavenly Father. Talk about how he is the father of our spirits. Tell them there is someone else who loves them: Jesus. Explain that Heavenly Father is Jesus Christ's physical father. I plan to try to find a picture that shows both of them so I can point to the one I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nativity Story:&lt;br /&gt;  I'm going to try to find a very simple picture book that tells the story of the nativity and read it to the kids. While I read I will ask them who the different people are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternate Idea: Place plastic figurines in a brown paper bag. Let each child come up and draw a figure out of the bag and let them say who that is.  Have the kids build the nativity together or pretend to be the different character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Grows Up&lt;br /&gt;  At this point I plan to raid the library for pictures of Jesus and run through several of them with the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhyme -from the lesson manual &lt;br /&gt;  Young Jesus went to the temple (walk in place) &lt;br /&gt;  Before he grew strong and tall (stretch arms up) &lt;br /&gt;  To do the work of his Father (hold hands out) &lt;br /&gt;   Because he loves us all (hug self). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might try to add a few verses to do with the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.e Jesus was baptized in river Jordan (make a flowing river with hands)&lt;br /&gt;   To be obedient in all (make a grand gesture) . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my lesson plan so far. Anyone have any ideas to add? I LOVE the suggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R6PGluL7x8I/AAAAAAAAADE/SSqW7uMxdWI/s1600-h/coll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R6PGluL7x8I/AAAAAAAAADE/SSqW7uMxdWI/s320/coll.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162187949252265922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on trying to do a small craft afterwards. My friend Sarah discovered this AWESOME glueless collage idea that is perfect for toddlers. Check it out &lt;a href="http://web.mac.com/landonandsarah/iWeb/Allred%20Family/Blog/B7EED369-8194-4982-9528-6CC8D3492C0F.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; on her blog. You basically get the sticky contact paper, let the kids stick stuff all over it, then fold it in half so it seals shut. It is BRILLIANT. There's a butterfly spinoff idea which is also really cool. Contact paper is totally my new favorite substance on this earth. &lt;br /&gt; I'm trying to think of objects I could provide that would relate to the lesson. Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-7660307681704542880?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/7660307681704542880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=7660307681704542880' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/7660307681704542880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/7660307681704542880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/02/lesson-plan-jesus-christ-is-son-of.html' title='Lesson 5: Jesus Christ is the Son of Heavenly Father'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R6PGlOL7x7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/2lrrJmZKogA/s72-c/mystical_nativity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-6940615508183037508</id><published>2008-01-29T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:55:36.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my Da....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5_IT-L7x6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/IG5a1_q_9VM/s1600-h/fath+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5_IT-L7x6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/IG5a1_q_9VM/s320/fath+baby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161063943426000802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I started looking over the lesson for next week, Jesus Christ is the Son of Heavenly Father. The manual suggests to start the lesson by having someone's daddy come in and talk about how much he loves his child. I'm a little worried about this idea because I think if one person's Dad comes in the others will expect theirs to come too. I'm also a little worried that when that Dad leaves, his child will fall apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was trying to think of an alternate opener and thought it could be fun if I got pictures of the kids' Dads through email requests, printed them out, and hung them on the wall. I would then start the lesson by letting the kids come up to pick out their daddy and say what they like about him. I was starting to get into the idea but then I remembered that one child in my class has a single mother. Her dad isn't in her life at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I want this child more than anyone else to know that she has her Heavenly Father who loves her. I really don't want her to feel left out. To avoid that, I'm thinking I maybe need to skip all the earthly daddy stuff, but that would make teaching Heavenly Father's relationship to the other kids really difficult. Does anyone have ideas? Advice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-6940615508183037508?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/6940615508183037508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=6940615508183037508' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/6940615508183037508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/6940615508183037508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-love-my-da.html' title='I love my Da....'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5_IT-L7x6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/IG5a1_q_9VM/s72-c/fath+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-9121938208834666367</id><published>2008-01-27T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:55:36.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clock Watching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5zZNeL7x5I/AAAAAAAAACs/yAHEA-ZpYYk/s1600-h/clock.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5zZNeL7x5I/AAAAAAAAACs/yAHEA-ZpYYk/s320/clock.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160238098524391314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ward has gotten into the habit of going ten to fifteen minutes over every Sunday.  This has left me thinking very mean thoughts. I don't like thinking mean thoughts but after two hours of toddlers who are becoming exhausted and irritable I am SOO ready for church to end. &lt;br /&gt;What adds to my problem is I watch the clock like a hawk, doing my best to pace my lesson and activities to the end. Another ten minutes can be a VERY long time. As soon as the first kid leaves, usually the one lucky enough to have parents in primary instead of EQ or RS, the others are antsy and eager to go.  I'm not sure what a good activity for this time could be. Does anyone have any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-9121938208834666367?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/9121938208834666367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=9121938208834666367' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/9121938208834666367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/9121938208834666367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/01/clock-watching.html' title='Clock Watching'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5zZNeL7x5I/AAAAAAAAACs/yAHEA-ZpYYk/s72-c/clock.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-6414277865130569877</id><published>2008-01-26T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:55:36.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Daniel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5t6P-L7x4I/AAAAAAAAACk/dFsQgTL-ESo/s1600-h/daniel-in-the-lions-den-zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5t6P-L7x4I/AAAAAAAAACk/dFsQgTL-ESo/s320/daniel-in-the-lions-den-zoom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159852212892714882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up some cookie cutters at the craft store by my house. The big box bookstore is next door so I stopped in hoping to peruse their selection of Daniel in the Lion's Den children's books. I expected a few cheesy offerings and maybe something nice but they didn't have a single version of the story. I was surprised and a little disturbed that such a common Bible story wouldn't be available.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-6414277865130569877?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/6414277865130569877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=6414277865130569877' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/6414277865130569877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/6414277865130569877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-daniel.html' title='No Daniel'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5t6P-L7x4I/AAAAAAAAACk/dFsQgTL-ESo/s72-c/daniel-in-the-lions-den-zoom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-8237375175985115898</id><published>2008-01-26T08:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:55:36.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jello Playdough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5teNeL7x3I/AAAAAAAAACc/tR5TtyuQKXk/s1600-h/jellosal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5teNeL7x3I/AAAAAAAAACc/tR5TtyuQKXk/s320/jellosal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159821383617464178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is by far the best use I can think of for Jello since I can't stand to eat the stuff. It's  Jello Playdough! It provides color and a good smell.  I think I might try to make it today. You can see a recipe &lt;a href="http://www.liketocook.com/50226711/jello_playdough.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.easyfunschool.com/JelloPlaydough.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I found out about this at &lt;a href="http://www.designmom.com"&gt;Design Mom&lt;/a&gt; which is an awesome blog to browse if you ever have a moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-8237375175985115898?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/8237375175985115898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=8237375175985115898' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/8237375175985115898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/8237375175985115898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/01/jello-playdough.html' title='Jello Playdough'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5teNeL7x3I/AAAAAAAAACc/tR5TtyuQKXk/s72-c/jellosal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-6417526205911677638</id><published>2008-01-26T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T06:13:01.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nursery Talk</title><content type='html'>There's quite the discussion going on at Feminist Mormon House Wives right now and it's ALL about nursery. Go check it out &lt;a href="http://www.feministmormonhousewives.org/?p=1589"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-6417526205911677638?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/6417526205911677638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=6417526205911677638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/6417526205911677638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/6417526205911677638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/01/nursery-talk.html' title='Nursery Talk'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-1915595727604333185</id><published>2008-01-25T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:55:36.916-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson 4: I Can Pray to Heavenly Father'/><title type='text'>Lesson 4: I Can Pray to Heavenly Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5qGSuL7x2I/AAAAAAAAACU/-B-fxjSSsEY/s1600-h/roaringLion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5qGSuL7x2I/AAAAAAAAACU/-B-fxjSSsEY/s320/roaringLion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159583979300177762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my lesson plan for Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening: Brown Bag Surprise&lt;br /&gt;I bring a brown bag full of things I am grateful for. I'm going to tell the kids that the bag is full of things I pray about. I'm going to let them guess what's inside. That should take about ten seconds since none of them really talk yet. I'm then going to take the objects out of the bag one by one and talk about them. If things are going well I'll let the kids come up and help me pick the objects out of the bag. Here are some of the things I plan to put in the bag.&lt;br /&gt;A picture of my family&lt;br /&gt;A ball&lt;br /&gt;My scriptures&lt;br /&gt;A fake flower&lt;br /&gt;A little globe&lt;br /&gt;A paint brush&lt;br /&gt;Food&lt;br /&gt;Something that has to do with sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'll talk about how I am grateful for each thing and I thank Heavenly Father for each them by praying to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture Time:&lt;br /&gt;LIttle Girl Praying&lt;br /&gt;  I'll show the picture of a girl praying and ask if the kids can say what she is doing. I'll ask the kids if they know how to pray.&lt;br /&gt;Family Praying&lt;br /&gt;  We can pray with our families too! Talk about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Do We Pray?&lt;br /&gt;  We fold our arms&lt;br /&gt;  We bow our heads&lt;br /&gt;  We close our eyes&lt;br /&gt;  Now we are ready to pray!&lt;br /&gt;Let anyone who wants to say a prayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel and the Lions Den (MUST FIND PICTURE. I might just check out a picture book of the story from the local library.)&lt;br /&gt;  Do you know there once was a man named Daniel who loved to pray? He loved talking to his Heavenly Father. Some people didn't like Daniel praying so they threw him in a lion's den.  Do you know what lions are? What do lions say? (Let the kids roar. Kids like to roar.) Lions EAT people. Daniel was afraid they were going to hurt him so he prayed. Do you know what happened? Heavenly Father sent an angel who shut the lion's mouth so Daniel was saved! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craft&lt;br /&gt;Make Lion's masks with paper plates and string. I'm going to figure this out tomorrow. I think I'll have them mostly made but will let the kids color and decorate them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel in the Lion's Den Game&lt;br /&gt;After the kids have their masks made I will let them pretend to be ROARING Lions. They ROAR and Snarl as loud as they can and act like lions but when I pray - they shut their mouths.  We'll see if that happens. As soon as I stop "praying" they can start ROARING again.  &lt;br /&gt;If they don't want to stop roaring and acting like lions I think I can be okay with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my plan. Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-1915595727604333185?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/1915595727604333185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=1915595727604333185' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/1915595727604333185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/1915595727604333185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/01/lesson-plan-i-can-pray-to-heavenly.html' title='Lesson 4: I Can Pray to Heavenly Father'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5qGSuL7x2I/AAAAAAAAACU/-B-fxjSSsEY/s72-c/roaringLion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-5952348277771243637</id><published>2008-01-24T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:55:37.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Island Hopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5jlEeL7x1I/AAAAAAAAACM/k4U-X58Wufs/s1600-h/islands.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5jlEeL7x1I/AAAAAAAAACM/k4U-X58Wufs/s320/islands.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159125238138259282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another little game I discovered by accident. I guess it's kind of a modified hopskotch. I call it Island Hopping. &lt;br /&gt;Take some masking tape and tape out small circles all over the floor. Have the kids try to hop "island" to "island" without falling into the "sea". &lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but the kids seem to really like this game. They'll hop the route over and over. They're &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Islomania"&gt;islomaniacs&lt;/a&gt;. Check it out here. It's a real condition, an obsessive love of islands. &lt;br /&gt;My lesson plan for this Sunday should be up by tomorrow. Thanks again for dropping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-5952348277771243637?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/5952348277771243637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=5952348277771243637' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/5952348277771243637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/5952348277771243637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/01/island-hoping.html' title='Island Hopping'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5jlEeL7x1I/AAAAAAAAACM/k4U-X58Wufs/s72-c/islands.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-3033618546904100421</id><published>2008-01-21T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:55:39.109-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson 3: Heavenly Father&apos;s Plan for Us'/><title type='text'>Lesson 3: Heavenly Father's Plan for Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5VA2WMoprI/AAAAAAAAABs/jj4YJNctcWg/s1600-h/napo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5VA2WMoprI/AAAAAAAAABs/jj4YJNctcWg/s320/napo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158100250638460594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I posted what my lesson plan was but like Napoleon said, No battle plan survives first contact with the enemy. I'm telling you, I'm no miracle worker. This is how it went down. &lt;br /&gt;My husband decided to stay up until 2 and I succumbed to temptation and was up way past midnight. That made for a tense and testy morning. We have 8:30 church and I woke up at 7:50. To get to church in time to set up, I went shower-less, dressed ugly, ate only a granola bar, and tried very hard to not say things to my husband that I would need to repent of. &lt;br /&gt;At the last minute I got the idea to make mobiles from the circle diagrams. I snagged ten cheap wire hangers from our closet. The Swimmy book, the big people shoes and my lesson outline got left on the table where I set them out. Sigh... &lt;br /&gt;When it came time to do the lesson I realized I forgot a cardinal rule of lesson giving: Open BIG! I found myself stuttering out, "Hey, Hey, over here!"  I needed an attention getter. I pulled out the circles. I got some attention. I talked about having a plan and how nursery had a plan.  I showed them the first circle and told them about living with a loving Heavenly Father and how he had a plan for all of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5Vc12MopuI/AAAAAAAAACE/X5Y8bYASiN0/s1600-h/N-Pre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5Vc12MopuI/AAAAAAAAACE/X5Y8bYASiN0/s320/N-Pre.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158131028374103778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave them the whole overview using a story about myself. Miss Kate lived with Heavenly Father in the pre-mortal life (hold up circle 1), then Miss Kate came to earth to get a body (circle 2), Miss Kate and her husband are going to live happily in heaven (circle 3). I picked a kid to help tape up each of my circles to the wall. I passed out the blue circles to everyone and let them start coloring as I pulled out the earth circles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5VclWMopsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pjxv4BIckgs/s1600-h/n_earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5VclWMopsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pjxv4BIckgs/s320/n_earth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158130744906262210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I held up the earth circle and talked about how we lived on Earth now where we have bodies and get to grow up to be big and more like our Heavenly Father. Steve and baby Eliza knocked on the door just then. Perfect timing. I thought, I have them now, they'll see the baby and be interested. I was SO wrong. I asked them about the baby and the daddy and I got BLANK stares and no response. I was so sad. I really expected them to like the baby. At this point I would have pulled out the big shoes to play with but they were not to be had. Instead I passed out the earth circles to each of them with a handful of stickers in the middle of the table that they could decorate their earth with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5VcqGMoptI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tsNpDknnXf0/s1600-h/N_Heaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5VcqGMoptI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tsNpDknnXf0/s320/N_Heaven.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158130826510640850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them about heaven and how Heavenly Father wants us to come back and be with him with our families. I asked if they loved their family and who the loved in their family. Then I passed out the heaven circles and helped some of them draw their families in. Others were happy to have their Heavenly family be composed of horse stickers. At that point I was fine with that too.&lt;br /&gt;I and the other nursery workers went around and helped each kid tape their circles to strings attached to the hanger. They seemed to like their mobiles okay. They really liked playing with the tape. The ones who finished got up and started swinging their mobiles around. They were having a great time, but I started to worry someone was going to get a hanger in the eye.  I confiscated the mobiles and we danced the last five minutes of class away. That might have been enough, but grown up class went ten minutes over again. I pulled out the bubbles. And everyone survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you are wondering why I didn't rock all three degrees of glory it's because I got tired of cutting circles and I figured that all of these kids "are redeemed from the foundation of the world through the atoning sacrifice of Him who died to save us all." I was willing to be optimistic in the case of myself and my husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give myself a 6 out of 10 for how well it went this week. Sort of disappointing. Hopefully next week will be better. It's Lesson 4: I can pray to Heavenly Father. I'm thinking about letting the kids make a phone call on my cell phone. Is that a bad idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you, this is the only time I spend with kids. I feel a little out of touch so your advice is appreciated/LOVED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-3033618546904100421?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/3033618546904100421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=3033618546904100421' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/3033618546904100421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/3033618546904100421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/01/lesson-3-heavenly-fathers-plan-for-us.html' title='Lesson 3: Heavenly Father&apos;s Plan for Us'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5VA2WMoprI/AAAAAAAAABs/jj4YJNctcWg/s72-c/napo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-5791312976602675854</id><published>2008-01-19T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:55:39.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5KArWMopqI/AAAAAAAAABk/Dxc2n2NH86A/s1600-h/green2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5KArWMopqI/AAAAAAAAABk/Dxc2n2NH86A/s320/green2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157326005473945250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little game to play that was suggested by a veteran nursery worker. He said when he was in nursery the kids loved it and would play it forever. That's music to my ears. The game is called Snake!  &lt;br /&gt;Put a jump rope on the floor and hold one end. Slowly shake your end so the rope wiggles. Then let the kids try to hop over it without getting "bit"-touched by the rope.  &lt;br /&gt;I think I'll try it tomorrow during play time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-5791312976602675854?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/5791312976602675854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=5791312976602675854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/5791312976602675854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/5791312976602675854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/01/snake.html' title='Snake!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5KArWMopqI/AAAAAAAAABk/Dxc2n2NH86A/s72-c/green2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-6313703540180091500</id><published>2008-01-18T20:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:55:39.758-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDS Nursery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heavenly Father&apos;s Plan For Us'/><title type='text'>My Lesson Plan: Heavenly Father's Plan for Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5GBrmMoppI/AAAAAAAAABc/tqQgV9wp7-Q/s1600-h/Swimmy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5GBrmMoppI/AAAAAAAAABc/tqQgV9wp7-Q/s320/Swimmy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157045634303829650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing lessons for nursery can be an existential experience. You brainstorm and work and all of your efforts will barely register. Still, I like lessons because they can be lively and fun. And nursery lessons are all like Nephi says, plain and precious teachings.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Purpose of Sunday's Lesson: Heavenly Father's Plan for Us as stated in the primary manual is:&lt;br /&gt;To help each child understand that we lived with Heavenly Father as spirit children before we came to earth and that we can live with him again after this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, how do you teach that to a two year old? I don't even know if they know what a plan is. So that's where I think I'm going to start. Here's my plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to mention this earlier to prep them but I'm going to ask, Does nursery have a plan? Yes, nursery does have a plan. When we come to nursery first we sing don't we? Then what do we do? We pray? After that? We have snack? Then what do we do? We play? Then what do we do? We do a lesson. In nursery we have a plan, we know what we're going to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how else has a plan? (Pull out picture of Heavenly Father) Heavenly Father!&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father has a plan for each one of us. He has a plan for ... point out kids who are not paying attention by saying their name. Heavenly has a plan for each one of us. &lt;br /&gt;Do you know what his plan for us is? His plan is for us to come to earth to get a body and be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I'm going to run through the circle diagram. &lt;br /&gt;I hold up blue circle: We lived in the pre-mortal existence with Heavenly Father who loved us.  &lt;br /&gt;I'll let one kid come up and tape the circle to the wall&lt;br /&gt;Hold up Earth Circle: Heavenly Father and Jesus made the earth and sent us to live on it with our families.&lt;br /&gt;Let another child stick up the Earth circle on the wall after the blue circle&lt;br /&gt;Hold up yellow circle: After we live on Earth Heavenly Father wants us to come back and live with him because he loves us so much! &lt;br /&gt;Let another kid put up the yellow circle. If I'm feeling ambitious I might make the yellow circle into a sun but that's a big if. I'm not crafty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father sent us to earth to get a body and be alive. Are you alive? Do you have a body? What about this doll (as mentioned in the primary manual) is she alive? No. But you're alive aren't you? You can jump up and down (have kids jump) and spin around (kids spin) because you are alive just like Heavenly Father wanted. Is being alive fun? Yes. Heavenly Father loves us so much that he sent us to be alive with our families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for the Special Guest visitor, my bearded brother in law with my 8 month old niece as suggested in the Primary Manual. &lt;br /&gt;Look it's a daddy and a baby! Can you see the baby? Does she have a body? Does her daddy love her? Heavenly Father sent this baby to be with a family because he loves her! He sent you to your family because he loves you! Talk about the baby as long as they're interested...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do you know what? Heavenly Father wants us to come back to live with him because he loves us so much. But first he wants to grow up big and strong. He wants us to learn to become more like him. Pull out "Daddy Shoes" my husband's size 12s should do nicely. I'm going to let the kids try on the shoes and walk around in while I talk about how they can grow up big and strong like Heavenly Father wants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the shoes we're going to have an activity with the circles. I think I'll cut out the circles and let the kids glue them onto another piece of paper with glue sticks or make a mobile with them with string and cardboard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you think? What are my chances of this lesson being successful?  I think the baby and the "daddy shoes" are going to be a hit.  I'm also thinking I might check out the book Swimmy  by Leo Lionni to read to who ever wants to listen during play time because in the story Swimmy has a plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any other ideas I am ALL ears!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-6313703540180091500?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/6313703540180091500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=6313703540180091500' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/6313703540180091500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/6313703540180091500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-lesson-plan-heavenly-fathers-plan.html' title='My Lesson Plan: Heavenly Father&apos;s Plan for Us'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R5GBrmMoppI/AAAAAAAAABc/tqQgV9wp7-Q/s72-c/Swimmy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-3548119571252491569</id><published>2008-01-17T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T18:41:46.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Company</title><content type='html'>I think one of the hardest parts of being in nursery is how lonely it can be. I have a great friend who is the mother of a two year old. She told me when she was serving in nursery (she was released a few weeks ago) she would come home and cry because she felt like church was her one chance to get out and enjoy some adult company and her calling kept her in kiddie land. &lt;br /&gt;I hang out with adults all the time with my work but serving in nursery does cut down on my "Mormon time." One thing I'll do when I get home from church is to read a conference talk then go hang out in the &lt;a href="http://www.ldsblogs.org/"&gt;Mormon Archipelago&lt;/a&gt; for a while. I feel like it helps me get my church fix, get ideas about what to study personally and I just enjoy the chatter.  &lt;br /&gt;Speaking of chatter, I really love and appreciate the chatter that people have been making about this blog. A big thanks to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feministmormonhousewives.org/"&gt;Feminist Mormon Housewives&lt;/a&gt; - I'm on their link bar. Little me! Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mormonmommywars.com/"&gt;Mormon Mommy Wars&lt;/a&gt; - Always good for a laugh! She did a post about this blog which I will be forever grateful for. People put some helpful, funny comments you might enjoy reading if you haven't already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://findingmyself-again.blogspot.com/"&gt;Finding Myself Again&lt;/a&gt; - She just put up a great post about what she does in her nursery class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://katemcneil.blogspot.com/"&gt;My So-called Blog&lt;/a&gt; - My new favorite blog. It's just SO fun to read.&lt;br /&gt;I have a pretty good feeling that without them none of you would be reading this except my mom and sisters. Hi Mom and sisters! If I left anyone out please let me add you. The more the merrier!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I plan to post on the lesson I'm preparing for Sunday, Heavenly Father's Plan For Us. If you got ideas, I would love to hear them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-3548119571252491569?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/3548119571252491569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=3548119571252491569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/3548119571252491569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/3548119571252491569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/01/some-company.html' title='Some Company'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-7468952859912499754</id><published>2008-01-16T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T19:35:01.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really I Just Love This Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1761853&amp;fullscreen=1" width="480" height="360" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1761853&amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really I just love this video, but I think it might give you an idea of what my singing and dancing looks like. I am NOT a musical person. I never sang or danced for fun. I was more the art geek, athlete, and overall nerd in school. My voice cracks just singing primary songs. I often forget the words and have to make them up. My point being, that real talent isn't needed to lead a nursery. The willing are called to the work, right? And as the kid shows, pure enthusiasm can take you a long way.&lt;br /&gt;Watching this video also made me realize what a big nursery dork I am. While I was CRACKING up I was thinking I wonder what those songs are. They're upbeat and have hand motions. What are they? Does anyone know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-7468952859912499754?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/7468952859912499754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=7468952859912499754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/7468952859912499754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/7468952859912499754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-for-you.html' title='Really I Just Love This Video'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-3290974015602083493</id><published>2008-01-16T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:55:39.992-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDS Nursery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starting Nursery'/><title type='text'>Getting Their Foot in the Door</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R4695mMopoI/AAAAAAAAABU/yWSjJ4XvA6M/s1600-h/goosegos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R4695mMopoI/AAAAAAAAABU/yWSjJ4XvA6M/s320/goosegos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156267420589532802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As was mentioned in a comment left by Marie, there is nothing really as unfortunate, as awkward or as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;painful&lt;/span&gt; as a bad goodbye. The way I see it, all organisms with protective parents have an instinct that tells them "Stay with Mom and Dad!! It's your only hope!" It's a good and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;powerful&lt;/span&gt; instinct and it can cause some major trouble when nursery starts.   &lt;div&gt;So how do you get your nursery kids through the door and away from the ones they love as much as life itself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I said before, I do it with music and dance and the chance to pick a laminated picture off the wall.  I've found the music and dancing is involved enough to attract attention away from Mom or Dad and on to me the nursery leader. I think it's also a lot of fun for the kids. It's a chance to really move and jump up and down after an hour of being pretty still. Going in front of everyone to pick a song is so EXCITING. As an added BONUS, singing can often drown out the sound of crying. It sad that that matters but it really does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's how I start but I would love to hear what others do.  Here's a few more ideas I've heard:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids get to pick their laminated name off the door and bring it inside to be hung up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Play with Playdough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puzzles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as always, the Almighty Bubbles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anybody have any other ideas? I can promise they will be MUCH appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-3290974015602083493?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/3290974015602083493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=3290974015602083493' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/3290974015602083493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/3290974015602083493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/01/getting-their-foot-in-door.html' title='Getting Their Foot in the Door'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R4695mMopoI/AAAAAAAAABU/yWSjJ4XvA6M/s72-c/goosegos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-7141121944931378176</id><published>2008-01-16T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:55:40.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R4508WMopnI/AAAAAAAAABM/eHAWWHr_KGQ/s1600-h/dough.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R4508WMopnI/AAAAAAAAABM/eHAWWHr_KGQ/s320/dough.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156187203485345394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since playdough has been mentioned a couple times I thought I would provide my family's time honored recipe. I have eaten (age 2), played with (age 2+)  and made this playdough through the years and it works great for every purpose. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Playdough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup white flour&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup salt&lt;br /&gt;2 TB cream of tartar&lt;br /&gt;Mix these ingredients in a medium pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add:&lt;br /&gt;1 cup water&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1200517904_0"&gt;food coloring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 TB oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook this mixture over medium heat, constantly stirring for 3-5minutes.&lt;br /&gt;It will look like a globby mess and you'll be sure it's not turning out, but it will.&lt;br /&gt;Just Believe!When it forms a ball in the center of the pot, turn off and knead&lt;br /&gt;on lightly floured service.&lt;br /&gt;Store in an airtight container or ziplock bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice from my mother:&lt;br /&gt;I found that kids love using &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1200517904_1"&gt;cookie cutters&lt;/span&gt; with playdough. Toddlers are not&lt;br /&gt;able to manipulate the playdough well enough to makeballs or snakes, but&lt;br /&gt;they can push &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1200517904_2"&gt;cookie cutters&lt;/span&gt; into the playdough mass.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really  love to hear advice and ideas from anyone and everyone who has something to share. If you think it's too long for just a comment, email me at n o c r y l d s (at) g m a i l . Sorry it's spelled all weird, I want to try to avoid those evil spammers. If I can, I'll be happy to post your email up on this blog. Every tip helps so please keep them coming! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-7141121944931378176?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/7141121944931378176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=7141121944931378176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/7141121944931378176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/7141121944931378176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/01/thanks-mom.html' title='Thanks Mom!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R4508WMopnI/AAAAAAAAABM/eHAWWHr_KGQ/s72-c/dough.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-6542245204516145502</id><published>2008-01-14T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:55:40.596-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDS Nursery Schedule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDS Nursery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDS'/><title type='text'>What To Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R4wcg2MopmI/AAAAAAAAABE/3d3NLfcG3Ew/s1600-h/down_on_the_farm_finger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R4wcg2MopmI/AAAAAAAAABE/3d3NLfcG3Ew/s320/down_on_the_farm_finger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155527024062277218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why people expect a two year old to be completely satisfied playing with toys for two straight hours while we mature adults offer ourselves a chance to break, chat, and switch classes. Primary gets even more variety with class, singing time, talks, and sharing time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I've seen Nursery kids left to find their own entertainment they get bored and when they get bored they usually remember they miss Dad or Mom and begin to cry or they fight.  As fun as it is to referee minority death matches I think everyone can enjoy themselves a little more with some direction.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what to do? Nursery time is remarkably open to the discretion of the Nursery Leader which I think can be awesome or bewildering. I use a schedule I learned from a mother of six who was in nursery her 5th-6th time.  It runs so beautifully all the  other nurseries in our ward adopted it at the suggestion of our Primary President.  I love the structure and I think the kids appreciate the routine as well. Here's how it goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:40-10:00 Singing Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it's hard to sing and cry at the same time. The down side is all the parents of nursery aged children get a front row seat to my song and dance show. That can be pretty humiliating. Anyway, I have chairs set up in a circle for the kids to go to. I put up small laminated cutouts on the wall with tape and each kid who is sitting in their seat gets a turn or two to come up and pick one of the wall. The songs are all active and fun like Head, Shoulder, Knees and Toes so we burn off some Sacrament meeting wiggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10:00 Prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I use three finger puppets that the kids love a bunny, a duck and a mouse. I hold each one and ask what is this? Then we say this little poem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The little bunny hops without a care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hop hop hop hop hop (have the kids hop)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please tell her Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh! (The kids Shhh with you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's time for prayer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The little duck quacks without a care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please tell her Shhhhhhhhhhhh! (Kids Shhh too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's time for prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The little mouse squeaks without a care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! (kids squeak)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please tell him Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh! (Kids Shhh too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's time for prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You get the idea and others can be invented for whichever puppets you have on hand.  Then one kid helps say the prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10:10-10:20 Snack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snack is done around the table and I try hard to have a conversation with each kids while they are eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10:20-10:50 Play Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pull out the toys and at this time the kids are free to do what they want. Meanwhile I run optional activities that the kids are welcome to participate in if they want. Usually they come and go which cuts down on the toy competition.  Common activities are puzzles at the table that I do with them. Bubbles. Ring around the Rosey. Drawing with chalk on the chalkboard. Play Simple Simon. Read a story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10:50-11:00 Clean up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11:00-11:15 Lesson with another song or two as part of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11:15-11:30 Small Craft related to the lesson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really works well. I know there are lots of other ways to do nursery. My mom always taught the lesson while the kids had their snack because she had a much more captive audience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also know people who hated the idea of a schedule so much that they pulled their kids out of a routine nursery to a "free play" nursery. I don't understand it but to each their own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-6542245204516145502?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/6542245204516145502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=6542245204516145502' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/6542245204516145502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/6542245204516145502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-to-do.html' title='What To Do'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R4wcg2MopmI/AAAAAAAAABE/3d3NLfcG3Ew/s72-c/down_on_the_farm_finger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-6836068853259724540</id><published>2008-01-13T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:55:41.006-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson 2: Heavenly Father Has A Body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDS Nursery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Vision'/><title type='text'>Lesson 2: Heavenly Father Has A Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R4q0imMoplI/AAAAAAAAAA4/50xELQEYy_g/s1600-h/first.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R4q0imMoplI/AAAAAAAAAA4/50xELQEYy_g/s320/first.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155131229941048914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I taught Lesson 2: Heavenly Father Has A Body&lt;div&gt;While I was preparing for this lesson I thought about how this knowledge is so central and unique to LDS theology.  It seems like so much of our knowledge of Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ's physical state comes from Joseph Smith's first vision.  The lesson manual uses the story of that vision to explain the idea to the kids.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a side, does anyone know anywhere else that talks about the physical nature of God?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,  I used a picture of the first vision and asked the kids to show me their body parts, then point out Heavenly Father and Jesus's body part. It went something like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Do you have hands? Where are your hands, can you show them to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The kids show me their hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel ambitious and ask them what they do with their hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kids: Garbled responses. It's the beginning of the year so talking is beyond many of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Can you shake your hands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some do, the others catch on because shaking our hands is fun to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Does Heavenly Father have hands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you see them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I ask one kid to come point them out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three kids jump up and show me Heavenly Father and Jesus's hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Class is going well. We move through other body parts. Nose, eyes, ears. Then I try hair. I point out that Heavenly Father has hair. I pick up my own hair and ask do we have hair while nodding my head.  I begin to ask a few kids specifically. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Sarah, do you have hair? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarah: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Molly, do you have hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Molly: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Sam, do you have hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sam: No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He rubs his smooth bald head. It supports only a little light blonde fuzz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize he's right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Don't worry, Sam. You'll get hair too, one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-6836068853259724540?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/6836068853259724540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=6836068853259724540' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/6836068853259724540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/6836068853259724540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/01/lesson-2-heavenly-father-has-body.html' title='Lesson 2: Heavenly Father Has A Body'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R4q0imMoplI/AAAAAAAAAA4/50xELQEYy_g/s72-c/first.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-6543076252065841331</id><published>2008-01-13T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:55:41.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Nursery Story Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R4qnQWMopkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/DPNRur7buOY/s1600-h/biohazard.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R4qnQWMopkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/DPNRur7buOY/s320/biohazard.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155116622757275202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fun, here is the worst nursery story I have ever heard. It was told to my husband while he was Home Teaching by the victims themselves. All names have been changed to protect the innocent.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy, newly married Couple Z were called to be in nursery together. Their ward was young and quickly growing which means lots of nursery kids. Couple Z did the best they could in the small classroom they used for nursery.  They had 15 kids at the time so it was very crowded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, a little boy came to nursery as usual, we'll call him Billy. His mother warned Couple Z that Billy had been sick with a stomach bug but he seemed to be feeling better. Nursery proceeded well until the last hour. Then Sister Z noticed that several kids were quietly congregating in a corner talking among themselves. Even worse, something was starting to smell VERY VERY bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sister Z went over to investigate and saw that Billy had taken off his pants and diaper and experienced an "explosion" of sorts right on the carpet. Even worse, the other little kids had decided to investigate and were quickly spreading the fowl substance onto every surface in the room, the toys, the walls, each other, EVERYTHING.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What to do in such a situation? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bishop called a lock down and pulled every parent out of their class to rescue their poop smeared children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When nursery is going badly, I like to think of this story. It reminds me that it could always be worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-6543076252065841331?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/6543076252065841331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=6543076252065841331' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/6543076252065841331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/6543076252065841331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/01/worst-nursery-story-ever.html' title='Worst Nursery Story Ever'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R4qnQWMopkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/DPNRur7buOY/s72-c/biohazard.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-1358928383952793327</id><published>2008-01-13T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:55:41.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not The Only One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R4qea2MopjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JFwTBKZVf70/s1600-h/baby%2Bface-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R4qea2MopjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JFwTBKZVf70/s320/baby%2Bface-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155106907541251634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm now on the hunt for other LDS nursery sites. Does anyone know of one? &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this one &lt;a href="http://churchbabies.blogspot.com/"&gt;LDS Nursery&lt;/a&gt;. They have pages and pages to photocopy and use as activities, coming from years of experience. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-1358928383952793327?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/1358928383952793327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=1358928383952793327' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/1358928383952793327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/1358928383952793327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-not-only-one.html' title='I&apos;m Not The Only One'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R4qea2MopjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JFwTBKZVf70/s72-c/baby%2Bface-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855559839831119870.post-4282987571632288331</id><published>2008-01-13T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:55:41.573-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church Nursery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDS Nursery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDS'/><title type='text'>Nursery Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R4qK32MophI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ByNiHGqATC0/s1600-h/23263292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R4qK32MophI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ByNiHGqATC0/s320/23263292.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155085415524902418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture this, you and a two year old are placed in a small, bare, carpeted room for two hours. You do not really know this child. The child has NO idea who you are. Can you handle it? Sure. No worries, right? How about you and 2 two year olds? 3 two year olds ? 5? 7? 9? 12?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you screaming for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MERCY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yet?  Welcome to Nursery.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I belong to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I came to my current ward 3 years ago and I've been in nursery 2 out of those 3 years. Which is pretty standard if I had been born 3 years ago, but I am twenty four.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first time I got called to nursery was the second week in the ward. I was newly married and my husband and I were asked to meet with the second counselor before church. I  was thinking I will happily accept any calling but nursery, please not nursery, anything but nursery. So of course, the second counselor asked "Would you be willing to serve in the nursery Sister M?" and I said, "Of course."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promptly cried the whole way through sacrament. That is how much I did NOT want to be in nursery. Then I went to nursery and I realized I fit in wonderfully. I didn't want to be there, the kids weren't so sure about coming either. I could really use a snack -I get grumpy without one - the kids felt the same.  I get antsy if I have to sit to long and I hate long boring meetings, the kids felt the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also had the great fortune of going into one of the most beautifully run nurseries ever to grace the planet.  The kids laughed, danced, and played happily. No one cried. No one screamed for their parents. The kids happily participated in a gospel centered lesson.  They sang gospel songs. They loved it and I grew to love it too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But running a nursery is still TOUGH work. I am a college graduate that works in Educational publishing and I still spend hours racking my brains for ideas and activities. Two year olds have about a 5-10 minute attention span so every Sunday I try to prepare about 12 different activities.  AND it's called "Terrible Twos" for a reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nursery can also be a very isolating.  It's hard to come up with those ideas and stay motivated. That's why I wanted to start this blog, to give nursery, one of the most overlooked places in the church, a forum.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Nursery Leaders Unite! Or if you aren't in nursery but have any ideas for activities or advice at all, I WELCOME your contributions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855559839831119870-4282987571632288331?l=nocrylds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/feeds/4282987571632288331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855559839831119870&amp;postID=4282987571632288331' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/4282987571632288331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855559839831119870/posts/default/4282987571632288331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocrylds.blogspot.com/2008/01/nursery-time.html' title='Nursery Time'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17322386764386218451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw4JxK0d6XI/R4qK32MophI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ByNiHGqATC0/s72-c/23263292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
