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Ease in gradually, and act relaxed.
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Once she's comfortable, get her used to moving through the water by front towing: Hold her under her arms, facing you, allowing the water to support her weight as you walk slowly backward, chatting with her the whole time. Go for a ride: Hold your child by the armpits as you walk backwards through the water, chanting, "Motorboat, motorboat, go so slow.
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Motorboat, motorboat, step on the gas. Get her used to being in the water without you supporting her completely by holding her bottom as she grasps the ledge of the pool and walks hand over hand along the side to make it more fun, call it "monkey walking" and have her make silly monkey sounds. Work on bubble-blowing and breath-control skills by pretending your finger is a birthday candle.
Have your child blow on it, gradually moving your finger closer to the water until she makes a few bubbles. Around age 3 or 4, when your child feels at home in the pool, you can begin to prepare him for formal lessons. With your child's stomach in the water, position yourself so you're cheek to cheek, then have him extend his legs behind him and take a "nap" on the water with his head resting on your shoulder the "pillow". Have him do the same thing on his back once he's ready. You can also have him latch on to your neck, using your arms to straighten his legs out behind him and help him kick.
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I own a center with a staff of 21 team members. We read your tips. I love these ideas. There are so many rainy days that are soft and gentle that we can take advantage of. However, in Oklahoma we also have the wonderful thunder and lightening storms.
They can be frightening but I always keep thunder cakes on hand. Thanks for the reminder. Teaching kindergarten in Tucson, AZ, rain was a rare occurrence and a wonderful time to go outside and do almost all of the activities listed. If the rain happened later in the year when we had more experiences with poetry, we would make up some poems about the rain.
This was usually done in small groups.
But our RAIN books were precious to us and read often. These are wonderful ideas! Thank you for reminding us to "Put away the high tech", and allow the low tech, imaginative and creative energies to "reign"!!! One rainy day it was great watching the snails moving on the sidewalk in the rain.
We need to prepare ourselves and families to have the proper footwear and clothing so that we can spend time using all our senses and enjoy rain. Tang of citrus, the taste of a holiday in Greece years ago comes flooding back. English girls, too many teeth, short hair and spotty skin. We ate moussaka at the harbor-side restaurant and drank retsina until the waiters cleared the tables and the water rats surfaced to scavenge from the trash cans. I flick the pages of the book and drink half the beer in one go.
A single lady sits at a banquette table, her hair piled high on her head, white dress, short, and arms dripping with gold. We drink at the local bars, my wife and I.
Break for the Border, fake Mexican food and shitty mixed drinks. She likes her martini up, slightly dirty. The way she pops the olive off the cocktail stick and sucks on it makes me so angry.
I want to slap her on the back and make her spit it up most times. It used not be that way, not when we first met, not when her soft curves and wavy hair made me crazy for her.
I nod and she pulls the Heinz 47 varieties from her holster. A last mouthful of fries washed down under the gaze of a disembodied mountain ram and I leave cash for the check and slip out before the lady with the big hair can notice.
She smiles, turns to the register and rings up my drink.