It seems appropriate to read books about cold weather and snow for this time of year, so today the girls and I took a look at The Snowy Day by Ezra Jack Keats. And since there was some snow on the ground, it seemed appropriate to go outside in it. You know, since Peter did.
Keats doesn't write about how long it took Peter to put on his snow pants, mittens, hat, and boots on. I'm assuming this is because it's not poetic. In our home, it takes a good 30 minutes to get Hadley and Harper in their snow gear. And that doesn't count the conversation I have with Harper about why she needs to wear her snow gear in the first place. I was sweating bricks by the time we got outside, and was happy for the cold that smacked me in the face.
The girls enjoyed the outside as well, and they played with sticks and made snow angels just like Peter.
Look at Harper's face. She's like, "This is the lamest snow angel ever."
In the story, Peter brings a snowball into the house and is saddened to find that it melted. A real low point in the story, if you ask me. It reminds me of the time I learned I was going to travel to school in a carpool. I thought I would be picked up in a car with a pool attached to it. You can imagine my disappointment. Anyway, Hadley put some snow in a bowl and brought it inside and watched to see how long it took to melt.
Hadley wrote down the time we checked the bowl of snow: 11:00, 11:13, 11:45, 12: 15, and 12:57. (It seems that perhaps I need to help Hadley with her number writing.) I wrote down what she said when she took a look at the snow.
Before you know it, we'll be solving for x.
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