I used to love reading, but after studying for too many years, and then having small children and being tired all of the time, I just lost my love of reading. I read when I have to, mostly for work. But thanks to lock down and multiple trips to medical facilities’ parking lots, I’ve had.
I was confronted with a thought: is play-based learning and learning through play the same thing? I really don’t believe it is. Many people are starting to understand that we are pushing academic programmes at younger ages, and that children need to play more, so they advertise fun in learning. Fun letters and phonics,.
We all know times are tough. We are all parents who want to give our kids the best possible opportunities, right? At what cost? Last week I was contacted by one of our biggest supporters and fellow mommy bloggers. She was in a large retail store and found something that looked like Moluk’s Oogi, but.
I wrote the following article for the South African Institution of Civil Engineering’s (SAICE) magazine and it was published in June 2019. In the opinion piece we explore why it is so important to value the traditional trajectory of development and let little ones play with the physical world before exploring the virtual one, if.
Our guest today is Jacqui Couper – an occupational therapist, wife and mother. This post first appeared here, and we are so grateful that Jacqui was happy for us to share it. Have you ever felt that awkwardness of saying something to a group of people and the response is complete silence? Not a.
As mentioned in our last post, I’ve recently finished reading the most wonderful ebook by a lady who has pioneered and led the field of playworkers – a field that I think holds such value. In her book The Playwork Primer (2010), Penny Wilson shares the delicate tiptoe between facilitating play on the playgrounds of London,.
I’ve just finished reading the most wonderful ebook by a lady who has pioneered and led the field of playworkers – a field that I think holds such value. In her book The Playwork Primer (2010), Penny Wilson shares the delicate tiptoe between facilitating play on the playgrounds of London, and interfering in the developmental process.
Holidays and high days. Family time and high expectations for fun time together. Every now and again we’re confronted with scenes that dredge up not-so-great memories from our childhood. Maybe it’s a social situation. Sometimes it’s sensory. I’m not particularly fond of swimming. I was never a strong swimmer. We didn’t have a pool at.
We know that our play spaces are shrinking. Winter is coming, and the little time that our children spend outdoors after school is cut short by the sinking sun. In our family we eat quite early, which leaves some free play time before bath time. On long summer evenings this is an ideal wind-down time.
It was without any planning that our most recent trip to the library resulted in reading bedtime stories that assume the wonderful imaginations of our children are based more in reality that those of their parents. My eldest is definitely at the age where he is constantly at war within himself, trying to figure out.