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Grilled Cheese & Ice

A great way to end our first week back. On Wednesday, somehow the topic of grilled cheese sandwiches surfaced so we decided to make some cheese sandwiches today. Children chose their bread, cheese and assembled their creations. I was impressed that many of them were willing and eager to try a new cheese.










After filling our bellies and layering with warm clothing we headed out to Garden City Park. We ran, we jumped, we slid down hills, we climbed, we happily used our super loud voices and we discovered frost and ice! We used our sand tools (spades, hoes) to break apart the ice, small shards of ice flying about, water seeping through the cracks. It was an activity enjoyed by all, at different times.






I heard: How is ice made? Can I bring ice home? I want to give my mommy a piece of ice. I love ice. This is so much fun! How long will ice last? Is ice made from water?







I am thankful that our children can play outside in a safe, clean and beautiful environment.

Emily

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