Friday, March 29, 2013

Volcanoes

We are studying about volcanoes and plate tectonics. Ethan built his own volcano and invited the neighborhood kids over to watch.
Creating the volcano.

Adding vinegar to the baking soda mixture.

Watching the volcano erupt.





 Link to a lesson here. These are the videos Ethan used to help him learn more about volcanoes.

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Albert Bierstadt

Trying to tidy up the blog as we finish our second term. Time for organizing what we have done this past year, and start working on finishing off the school year.

 

Albert Bierstadt (January 7, 1830 – February 18, 1902)











Renoir

Pierre-Auguste Renoir (1841-1919) French Impressionist











Rockwell

Norman Rockwell (1894-1978)
























Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

We finished studying Longfellow and thought we would share some of our favorites. 

The Arrow and the Song

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.

There Was a Little Girl

There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
She was very good indeed,
But when she was bad she was horrid.

The Castle-Builder 

A gentle boy, with soft and silken locks,
A dreamy boy, with brown and tender eyes,
A castle-builder, with his wooden blocks,
And towers that touch imaginary skies.

A fearless rider on his father's knee,
An eager listener unto stories told
At the Round Table of the nursery,
Of heroes and adventures manifold.

There will be other towers for thee to build;
There will be other steeds for thee to ride;
There will be other legends, and all filled
With greater marvels and more glorified.

Build on, and make thy castles high and fair,
Rising and reaching upward to the skies;
Listen to voices in the upper air,
Nor lose thy simple faith in mysteries.


The Sound of the Sea

The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep,
And round the pebbly beaches far and wide
I heard the first wave of the rising tide
Rush onward with uninterrupted sweep;
A voice out of the silence of the deep,
A sound mysteriously multiplied
As of a cataract from the mountain's side,
Or roar of winds upon a wooded steep.
So comes to us at times, from the unknown
And inaccessible solitudes of being,
The rushing of the sea-tides of the soul;
And inspirations, that we deem our own,
Are some divine foreshadowing and foreseeing
Of things beyond our reason or control.


The Children's Hour

Between the dark and the daylight,
When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day's occupations,
That is known as the Children's Hour.

I hear in the chamber above me
The patter of little feet,
The sound of a door that is opened,
And voices soft and sweet.

From my study I see in the lamplight,
Descending the broad hall stair,
Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra,
And Edith with golden hair.

A whisper, and then a silence:
Yet I know by their merry eyes
They are plotting and planning together
To take me by surprise.

A sudden rush from the stairway,
A sudden raid from the hall!
By three doors left unguarded
They enter my castle wall!

They climb up into my turret
O'er the arms and back of my chair;
If I try to escape, they surround me;
They seem to be everywhere.

They almost devour me with kisses,
Their arms about me entwine,
Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen
In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!

Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti,
Because you have scaled the wall,
Such an old mustache as I am
Is not a match for you all!

I have you fast in my fortress,
And will not let you depart,
But put you down into the dungeon
In the round-tower of my heart.

And there will I keep you forever,
Yes, forever and a day,
Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,
And moulder in dust away!

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

At the lego exibit in Park City

This is a lego guy holding the earth.
This is a cave shaped like a head.
A kid looking at his reflection.
This guy lost his arms
This is my favorite because it's a lego castle with a boat in it and it is in a book.










Friday, March 1, 2013

Scratch

Ethan has started computer programming today. Here is what he did today:


Scratch Project Click on the link, then click on the image, the hit spacebar to get the fish to swim...