Here at the beginning of school, a small group of the Rose Rock children have been greeted with construction. As we continue to work towards our goal of bringing all 25 children under one roof as a full early childhood center, staff and families alike have had to be patient with the schedules of the city and construction companies. Rose Rock parents here at the White House have been wonderfully patient and flexible driving on dirt and grass in lieu of a driveway. The children here, too, have awaited the new fence and the moment they get to explore the whole of our spacious back yard.
The end feels close, however, as the new driveway is being poured and the fence is finished. There are several pieces that are yet to converge in order to conclude the process of becoming a center, but the latest developments are indeed a big step towards it. In the meantime, construction trucks make for exciting window watching and our smaller play yard grass makes for the perfect place to begin with our late summer circle.
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Song:
Shadows go round,, shadows go round, shadows go round with me.
Skip and dance in the sunshine, all the way round with me.
Verse:
A little child went walking one lovely summer day,
She saw a little rabbit who quickly hopped away.
She saw a shining river winding in and out,
and little fishes in it, swimming all about.
She saw a bridge above the water, and when she stopped to rest,
She saw a dear old woman, tending her pigeons’ nest.
Pigeon game and traditional German song:
My pigeon house I open wide and set my pigeons free
They fly around on every side, up to the highest tree.
Then they come back in evening and close their eyes and sing:
Croo- croo, croo- croo. Croo- croo, croo- croo. Croo- croo , croo- croo. Croo- croo.
(music by Candy Verney)
Verse:
As she watched the birdies above the tree tops fly,
She saw the clouds a-sailing across the sunny sky.
She saw the insects playing and flowers that summer brings,
She said, “I’ll go tell Mama, I’ve seen so many things!”
And so she lay on the ground soft and warm,
And sang to her mother to bring her home.
Traditional English Lullaby:
Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,
Smiles await you when you rise.
Sleep, pretty baby, do not cry
and I will sing a lullaby.
Care you know not, therefore sleep,
While I o’er you watch do keep.
Sleep, pretty baby, do not cry,
and I will sing a lullaby.