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Name: Mick
Dullaghan Date:
11/19/02 Tuesday
My Day at School
Theme Unit -- Food/Thanksgiving
Story -- speech: The Very Hungry Caterpillar, by
Eric Carle
Music -- speech: music about food
Special Activity -- speech: making corn
magnets
Group Game -- Don't Break the Ice
Center Time -- I played with: puzzles; grocery store
center; books; doll house
Snack -- popcorn & fruit snacks
(ate a good amount)
Lunch --
(ate a little)
My emotions today -- very fussy
Teacher Comments -- [note from e-mail Mrs. Bracy sent me]
Mick started off the day ok, but got very
fussy throughout the latter half of the day. He seemed to get very
frustrated, but would not respond to my prompting to ask for help or tell me
"no thanks." Sometimes I wonder if his eyes really bother him when he does
not have his glasses, and if that could be contributing to his being fussy. Hard
to tell though.
niknotes -- Mick was okay after school but fell asleep
right after his bath, which I had given him early to move up bedtime for
everybody; he fell asleep wrapped up in his towel on the floor outside the
bathroom. That was actually before seven o'clock. Jack wasn't quite
so easy, but he went to bed early, too. They had both seemed
tired.
Also, I keep forgetting to mention something Mick did last
night, no, Sunday night. Brainblur. I was involved in some activity
with Jack, for a little too long apparently, when Mick came up and grabbed my
hand, holding his Little Train book in the other, dragged me to the
couch, while saying, "Mick's turn!" Naturally, I read his book to him, and
possibly even more amazing than that expression of his wants was that he then
allowed me to read every, single page without becoming impatient to turn the
pages! It has always been difficult, if not impossible, to read to Mick
because he just wanted to flip the pages as fast as possible. On his own,
he could stare at a particular page forever, or pull it past his eyes ("the
peripheral game"), but he was not one to have a story read to him, except on
rare occasions, or as he was falling asleep perhaps. Anyway,
YEA!
One more quick note: Friday night, I think it was,
Mick found a butterfly appliqué that I had just bought (for a journal cover),
and he picked it up, flapped its wings and said, "Beautiful
butterfly."