a world of learning

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Everyday, my boys astound me with the details they observe, marvel at and take in. things that as an adult i just walk past…the very things that the kids exclaim about, stop and stare at. 

This morning was a wonderful example of that. I was lounging on the sofa, reading the paper when Sid yelled out: “Look chip moving! chip moving!” Nish put his car aside and went over to see what Sid was saying. I still had my head buried in the paper when Nish came and jabbed at my arm excitedly..”Aai!! chip moving! LOOK!” I peered over the top of the paper at what the boys were looking and and saw that indeed, the pieces of chip were making their way across the floor. 

Both boys were squatting on the floor and peering at these moving chips. I sat down next to them and showed them how a group of ants had lifted the large bits of chips and were now transporting them. We carefully followed the trajectory of the ant and the chips and I was amazed to see how easily the ants were moving with it and climbing over uneven surfaces and walls. 

After a few minutes of watching Sid suddenly announced that he wanted to brush. Wondering what prompted that? He was worried that the ants would come into his mouth to eat any bits of food that there may be inside! 

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About myfourboysandme

Mom - a word that defines me... I smell of oats, johnson's and home baked cookies I am pink, purple, green and orange and so is the floor my kids color on. Flour on my clothes and a brush in my pocket, my glasses bent out of shape and smudged with tiny fingerprints. I can't remember the date but i know almost 40 pictures books by heart. I wake up humming 'wheels on the bus'and i talk with my fingers and eyes and mouth. My bag carries band aids, napkins, wipes, crayons, papers, candy and sometimes my wallet. I know all the parks and very few of the restaurants in my neighborhood. Most of my shopping is diapers, books and paints My phd certificate lies in a roll, the frame now contains an abstract work of art by two year olds and i am prouder of that piece of paper. mom - a word that defines me!

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