A lot of the games and activities that we enjoy are things my kids come up with on their own. I am just the facilitator that guides them in their play and provide the equipment for the explorations.
Ice Fossils is an activity that my 9 year old son came up with and his two younger brothers also found interesting. It kept them busy for several hours over the course of three days. Please note that this activity is for kids 8 and older. Adult supervision is required for this activity.
Materials needed:
A medium to large plastic container
a small toy
water
a toy hammer (I let them use a mallet I use for tenderizing meat)
a short flat blade screwdriver
a butter knife
a work surface
several kitchen or bath towels
Instructions:
Place a toy in the plastic container and fill with water. Place in freezer until solid.
When the water has frozen, dislodge it from it's container and set on a towel on a table or other work surface. The towel provides a stable surface so the ice doesn't slip around.Change out the towel as the ice melts to keep the work area dry. If it's warm outside, set it on the grass.
Let the child use a butter knife, or hammer and "chisel" to chip away at the ice to get to the "fossil" toy. This activity can be adapted to smaller children. Provide a large bowl full of water and a measuring cup. The child can scoop the warm water out and pour it over the ice to melt it down until the toy "fossil" is revealed.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Tuesday Reviews: Water for Elephants
Last night I was contemplating about what I should review this week. I have already reviewed and given two Unicorn Awards this month and I thought I ought to post something that didn't rate high on my scale (just to balance things out). The only thing I could think of that warranted a poor review was a book I read last year called, Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen.
I read this for my book club. I must say that the book started out wonderfully. I thought I was going to be reading a beautiful literary work about life in the circus during the early part of the twentieth century. It was engaging and entertaining from the get-go.
But then, Ms. Gruen had to throw in some graphic pornographic material which suddenly turned the book into a smutty hide-it-under-the-mattress type of book. It left such a bad feeling within, that I could barely continue reading it.
But I did, and I finished it and I was so bothered by it that I had every intention of writing the author and telling her she ruined a perfectly good book by inserting those useless non-contributing graphic sex scenes. She could have conveyed the same thing in a more tactful way and gotten the meaning across without the gross, sex scenes.
I never did write her, but nonetheless, I was ashamed to keep this book in my library. It's sitting the very top of my book shelf waiting for me to decide what to do with it. I don't want it anywhere my kids can have access to it. I did consider removing the pages of the graphic scenes as they have absolutely nothing to with the main story. The story is just wonderful without it. It's almost like the book editor said, "lets add some really graphic sex stuff and we'll make a few million more on this."
And I just found out they are making a movie based on this book. All and great, I say, as long as they leave the garbage out of it.
Therefore, Water for Elephants gets only the Fairy Award. Barely.
Note to Rating Scale:
Unicorn = Excellent
Fairy Godmother = Good
Fairy = Fair
Goblin = AWFUL!
I read this for my book club. I must say that the book started out wonderfully. I thought I was going to be reading a beautiful literary work about life in the circus during the early part of the twentieth century. It was engaging and entertaining from the get-go.
But then, Ms. Gruen had to throw in some graphic pornographic material which suddenly turned the book into a smutty hide-it-under-the-mattress type of book. It left such a bad feeling within, that I could barely continue reading it.
But I did, and I finished it and I was so bothered by it that I had every intention of writing the author and telling her she ruined a perfectly good book by inserting those useless non-contributing graphic sex scenes. She could have conveyed the same thing in a more tactful way and gotten the meaning across without the gross, sex scenes.
I never did write her, but nonetheless, I was ashamed to keep this book in my library. It's sitting the very top of my book shelf waiting for me to decide what to do with it. I don't want it anywhere my kids can have access to it. I did consider removing the pages of the graphic scenes as they have absolutely nothing to with the main story. The story is just wonderful without it. It's almost like the book editor said, "lets add some really graphic sex stuff and we'll make a few million more on this."
And I just found out they are making a movie based on this book. All and great, I say, as long as they leave the garbage out of it.
Therefore, Water for Elephants gets only the Fairy Award. Barely.
Note to Rating Scale:
Unicorn = Excellent
Fairy Godmother = Good
Fairy = Fair
Goblin = AWFUL!
Monday, January 17, 2011
Mondays with SPD: Are you joking?
I stared at the OT waiting for her to start laughing and say, "I'm just kidding." But she didn't. It took me several seconds to absorb what she just said.
OT: "If you want to see any real progress, you will have to do the deep pressure brushing and joint compressions every two hours for as long as it takes to see a change in their behaviour."
When I had recovered from her pronouncement, I asked. "How long does it usually take to see a change in their behaviour?"
The OT shrugged, "It was several months before my daughter's behaviour changed."
I quickly did the calculations (because I like to crunch numbers for fun) and realized that I would be spending a total of an hour everyday brushing and doing joint compressions for my two SPD children. That is, every two hours, 5 minutes per kid for several months. Well, I consoled myself, it's really just an hour a day. I think I can manage.
Then my OT pointed out that my boys had low muscle tone (meaning, my children "have to worker harder against gravity then the rest of us"), as evidenced by their baby cheeks and winged shoulder blades (the muscles beneath the shoulder blades are weak and don't pull the blades inward against the ribs). But she assured me that she had exercises that would strengthen the muscles.
On inspiration, I asked her if she had anything for bed-wetting problems, and she said, "Get a trampoline. For kids with low muscle tone, it's not uncommon to have weak pelvic floor muscles and jumping on trampolines will strengthen those muscles."
I purchased a mini-trampoline the very next day. I noticed that my sensory seeking (SS) child couldn't get enough of it. He bounced on that thing for a solid 10 minutes before I had to pull him off to give his brother, the sensory avoidance (SA) child, a turn. The SA child lasted about a minute before he claimed he had had enough and he was tired.
So, today begins a regiment of exercises to increase muscle tone and stimulate the senses so that my boys will be calmer, happier, more enjoyable little people.
I've also scheduled a visit to the massage therapist for myself at the end of the week.
OT: "If you want to see any real progress, you will have to do the deep pressure brushing and joint compressions every two hours for as long as it takes to see a change in their behaviour."
When I had recovered from her pronouncement, I asked. "How long does it usually take to see a change in their behaviour?"
The OT shrugged, "It was several months before my daughter's behaviour changed."
I quickly did the calculations (because I like to crunch numbers for fun) and realized that I would be spending a total of an hour everyday brushing and doing joint compressions for my two SPD children. That is, every two hours, 5 minutes per kid for several months. Well, I consoled myself, it's really just an hour a day. I think I can manage.
Then my OT pointed out that my boys had low muscle tone (meaning, my children "have to worker harder against gravity then the rest of us"), as evidenced by their baby cheeks and winged shoulder blades (the muscles beneath the shoulder blades are weak and don't pull the blades inward against the ribs). But she assured me that she had exercises that would strengthen the muscles.
On inspiration, I asked her if she had anything for bed-wetting problems, and she said, "Get a trampoline. For kids with low muscle tone, it's not uncommon to have weak pelvic floor muscles and jumping on trampolines will strengthen those muscles."
I purchased a mini-trampoline the very next day. I noticed that my sensory seeking (SS) child couldn't get enough of it. He bounced on that thing for a solid 10 minutes before I had to pull him off to give his brother, the sensory avoidance (SA) child, a turn. The SA child lasted about a minute before he claimed he had had enough and he was tired.
So, today begins a regiment of exercises to increase muscle tone and stimulate the senses so that my boys will be calmer, happier, more enjoyable little people.
I've also scheduled a visit to the massage therapist for myself at the end of the week.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Aloha Fridays: A rat, a soup can, and the clothes line
In 1977 my parents moved our family to American Samoa. Why they moved there is another story. The stories of how they got themselves settled there are more interesting. And this is one of them.
My parents moved into the house next door to my grandparents in the village of Auasi. The house was of wood construction reinforced on the corners with cement. Being as it was in the tropics, most of the outside wood construction had begun to rot away.
If you were to open the bottom kitchen cabinets you would be able to look out into the backyard because the back wall had rotted away. In the bathroom, the whole floor was gone and someone had laid a piece of plywood across it as a quick fix. I remember being instructed to always ask mom or dad before using the bathroom as one of them would have to escort us safely across the unsteady plywood floor to the toilet or bathtub.
Needless to say, the local rodents had easy access to the house. This wasn't quite the home my mother had envisioned she would be moving into. She had three young children under the age of five, with the youngest just learning to crawl.
One night, after a supper of chicken noodle soup, Mom had left the empty soup can on the counter with the lid still partially attached and tucked inside the can. Later that night, when we were all tucked into bed and asleep, a rat had crawled into the soup can and cleaned out the leftovers. Upon turning itself around to exit the can, it inadvertently dragged the lid with it and got it's tail stuck between the side of the can and the lid. It panicked. It leaped from the counter and crashed to the floor. It then proceeded to bang around the kitchen trying to escape, but the hole it had come it could not accommodate the can it was dragging behind. The noise woke my parents who could not identify what was making such a racket in the kitchen.
My father dashed to the kitchen, flipped on the light which temporarily stunned the creature. Dad snatched the can up with the rat dangling by it's tail, and, not knowing what to do with it, brought it back to my mother to show her.
The rat curled in on itself to try to right itself (I imagine it did not much appreciate being hung upside down by its tail) as my father panicked, "What do I do with it?"
"Kill it!" my mother shouted.
The idea had occurred to my father that he ought to kill it, but he wasn't sure how to do that with a large soup can attached to it.
The only thing my father could think of to do, was to toss it out the kitchen door and hope some larger creature would put an end to the miserable thing. So he flung it out the door where it landed on the clothes line; the rat on one side, the can on the other.
Dad closed the door and went to bed.
In the morning, Upolu, a neighbor, was passing through when he spied something curious on our clothes line. I'm sure he wondered how a rat with it's tail stuck in a soup can came to be hanging from a clothes line in our backyard. He didn't wonder long, however, as he lifted his large bush knife and with one whack, took care of the problem.
But that wasn't the end of my parent's grief with rats, nor how they rose the ire of their neighbors with their rat extermination plans which didn't really get the rats at all. But that is a story for next time.
Until then, tofa.
My parents moved into the house next door to my grandparents in the village of Auasi. The house was of wood construction reinforced on the corners with cement. Being as it was in the tropics, most of the outside wood construction had begun to rot away.
If you were to open the bottom kitchen cabinets you would be able to look out into the backyard because the back wall had rotted away. In the bathroom, the whole floor was gone and someone had laid a piece of plywood across it as a quick fix. I remember being instructed to always ask mom or dad before using the bathroom as one of them would have to escort us safely across the unsteady plywood floor to the toilet or bathtub.
Needless to say, the local rodents had easy access to the house. This wasn't quite the home my mother had envisioned she would be moving into. She had three young children under the age of five, with the youngest just learning to crawl.
One night, after a supper of chicken noodle soup, Mom had left the empty soup can on the counter with the lid still partially attached and tucked inside the can. Later that night, when we were all tucked into bed and asleep, a rat had crawled into the soup can and cleaned out the leftovers. Upon turning itself around to exit the can, it inadvertently dragged the lid with it and got it's tail stuck between the side of the can and the lid. It panicked. It leaped from the counter and crashed to the floor. It then proceeded to bang around the kitchen trying to escape, but the hole it had come it could not accommodate the can it was dragging behind. The noise woke my parents who could not identify what was making such a racket in the kitchen.
My father dashed to the kitchen, flipped on the light which temporarily stunned the creature. Dad snatched the can up with the rat dangling by it's tail, and, not knowing what to do with it, brought it back to my mother to show her.
The rat curled in on itself to try to right itself (I imagine it did not much appreciate being hung upside down by its tail) as my father panicked, "What do I do with it?"
"Kill it!" my mother shouted.
The idea had occurred to my father that he ought to kill it, but he wasn't sure how to do that with a large soup can attached to it.
The only thing my father could think of to do, was to toss it out the kitchen door and hope some larger creature would put an end to the miserable thing. So he flung it out the door where it landed on the clothes line; the rat on one side, the can on the other.
Dad closed the door and went to bed.
In the morning, Upolu, a neighbor, was passing through when he spied something curious on our clothes line. I'm sure he wondered how a rat with it's tail stuck in a soup can came to be hanging from a clothes line in our backyard. He didn't wonder long, however, as he lifted his large bush knife and with one whack, took care of the problem.
But that wasn't the end of my parent's grief with rats, nor how they rose the ire of their neighbors with their rat extermination plans which didn't really get the rats at all. But that is a story for next time.
Until then, tofa.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Wednesday at the Kitchen Table: Ogre Smoothies and Arnold Juice
Childhood obesity is a growing problem in America. Kids just don't get enough exercise and wholesome foods. It's hard for a parent to compete with the golden arches and neon colored breakfast cereal. So, in order to get my kids to consume a healthy dose of fruits and vegetables I will sometimes serve them Ogre Smoothies and Arnold Juice.
Ogre Smoothies are something my sister M came up with (actually she named it after America's favorite green ogre). I modified her recipe and came up with this sweet green smoothie that my kids love (although I have to be care full that my oldest doesn't see what goes into it as he is presently on an anti-veggie kick).
For the Ogre Smoothie:
Apple Juice (about a cup)
Celery Stick
Half a cucumber
One pear
One leaf of Kale
A handful of ice cubes
Mix in a blender until smooth. You will have bits of darker green material floating about from the green skin of the cucumber and Kalle, but just tell your kids Ogre's love those bits the best.
About two years ago, I introduced my kids to my hero and role model, Arnold Schwarzenegger (actor, athlete, business owner, politician). My boys were amazed at Arnold's physique and I told them that if they had any desire to be like him, they had to eat vegetables and fruit. I had found a magazine picture of Arnold posing on a background of fruits and vegetables and posted it on the fridge so they could see it everyday. That's when my kids decided they liked salads. But not everyday and for those days that they are reluctant to eat veggies - that's when I will often pull out the juicer and make Arnold Juice.
For the Arnold Juice:
2 apples
6 carrots
1 beet
assorted other vegetables I may have on hand.
It's easier to drink your fruits and veggies than it is to eat them for some kids (especially my oldest). My second son loves to chew on crunchy veggies which satisfies his oral sensory needs.
If you are like me and need to have step by step instructions before you feel comfortable experimenting on your own, here are some other sites where you can get recipes to try.
www.juicerrecipesnow.com
General guide for Juicing for kids
Juicing using Jack Lanne's Power Juicer
Until next time, eat well, be well and be happy.
Ogre Smoothies are something my sister M came up with (actually she named it after America's favorite green ogre). I modified her recipe and came up with this sweet green smoothie that my kids love (although I have to be care full that my oldest doesn't see what goes into it as he is presently on an anti-veggie kick).
For the Ogre Smoothie:
Apple Juice (about a cup)
Celery Stick
Half a cucumber
One pear
One leaf of Kale
A handful of ice cubes
Mix in a blender until smooth. You will have bits of darker green material floating about from the green skin of the cucumber and Kalle, but just tell your kids Ogre's love those bits the best.
About two years ago, I introduced my kids to my hero and role model, Arnold Schwarzenegger (actor, athlete, business owner, politician). My boys were amazed at Arnold's physique and I told them that if they had any desire to be like him, they had to eat vegetables and fruit. I had found a magazine picture of Arnold posing on a background of fruits and vegetables and posted it on the fridge so they could see it everyday. That's when my kids decided they liked salads. But not everyday and for those days that they are reluctant to eat veggies - that's when I will often pull out the juicer and make Arnold Juice.
For the Arnold Juice:
2 apples
6 carrots
1 beet
assorted other vegetables I may have on hand.
It's easier to drink your fruits and veggies than it is to eat them for some kids (especially my oldest). My second son loves to chew on crunchy veggies which satisfies his oral sensory needs.
If you are like me and need to have step by step instructions before you feel comfortable experimenting on your own, here are some other sites where you can get recipes to try.
www.juicerrecipesnow.com
General guide for Juicing for kids
Juicing using Jack Lanne's Power Juicer
Until next time, eat well, be well and be happy.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Tuesday Review: Jack Lalane's Power Juicer
I love juicing. It's one way I can get my kids to consume their daily vegetables and fruits. So, about 4 months ago, our Juiceman Jr. wore out - not to mention that the plastic chute broke (don't use a dishwasher on juicer plastic parts - it makes them brittle). I was very sad about losing my juicer. There is nothing like starting the day with fresh, unadulterated juice that is packed with vitamins and minerals in the morning. Freshly juiced fruit and veggies don't have preservatives and haven't been boiled to the point of killing all the beneficial essences of the produce.
So, my husband got me Jack Lalanne's Power Juicer for Christmas. Wow. I thought my Juiceman Jr. was great, but the Power Juicer is far superior.
Let me list the Juicer's qualities:
For the money we spent on it ($38.00 at Kohls, thanks to coupons and a special discount), and the qualities it has, I give the Jack Lalanne Power Juicer the Unicorn Award. I'm very pleased with this juicer.
Check out Wednesday's post for recipes I've come up with for healthy smoothies for kids.
Until then, eat well, be well and be happy!
So, my husband got me Jack Lalanne's Power Juicer for Christmas. Wow. I thought my Juiceman Jr. was great, but the Power Juicer is far superior.
Let me list the Juicer's qualities:
- It is quieter
- The chute is larger so I don't have to spend so much time cutting up fruits and veggies to fit.
- The resulting pulp is drier, meaning I get more juice out of it.
- The Juicer is easier to clean.
For the money we spent on it ($38.00 at Kohls, thanks to coupons and a special discount), and the qualities it has, I give the Jack Lalanne Power Juicer the Unicorn Award. I'm very pleased with this juicer.
Check out Wednesday's post for recipes I've come up with for healthy smoothies for kids.
Until then, eat well, be well and be happy!
Mondays with SPD: Sensory Diet
What a weekend! When will I learn that disrupting routines and allowing my children too much sugar makes for monsters the following day? All day. I couldn't believe how insistant they were for "more sugar!" and when I wouldn't give them any - how angry and belligerent they became. Sugar is evil, I've decided. Between late nights and two birthday celebrations this past weekend, my children were all out of sorts by Sunday.
My two older boys were complete emotional messes by Sunday morning. The older one is quite vocal about his "bad days" while the second one is tight lipped. The only way I know my second is "out of sorts" is when he starts gnawing on his shirt sleeves and other objects. Yesterday afternoon he completely chewed to pieces an aluminum cake pan. It made my teeth hurt when I came into the kitchen and saw him gnawing on it. I took it away, got distracted by my three year old who was throwing the biggest fit (he was so tired - poor thing). When I came back to attend to my second son, he was chewing on his shirt sleeves.
I couldn't find the chew stick (plastic tubing) for him, but he figured out on his own what he needed. He went to the couch and piled the cushions on himself and started sucking on his thumb.
This whole experience motivated me to get going on implementing a routine sensory diet for the boys, NOW. Our OT wasn't able to visit with us last week, so I wasn't able to get a sensory diet established specifically for the boys. I do know some things I can do from my readings on the subject and I found a terrific website that addresses this.
So, this morning we're going to start with joint compressions (see video), then back scratches and brushing their skin, followed by spinning on the office chair for a minute or two. I will also have them engage in activities that both push and pull on their joints, like hanging on a monkey bar at the playground or lifting heavy books. I am looking into purchasing a mini-trampoline or a full size one as well. For my second one's oral needs, crunchy cereal or hard fruits are recommended in order to get the joint compression he craves in his jaw.
We'll see how this day goes and see if the frequency of melt downs, bickering, and fights are reduced as a result. I'm not inclined to disrupt their routine, however, they've got to learn how to adjust to upsets in their schedule somehow and I'm just not sure how to go about teaching them. That is a question for the OT this week.
My two older boys were complete emotional messes by Sunday morning. The older one is quite vocal about his "bad days" while the second one is tight lipped. The only way I know my second is "out of sorts" is when he starts gnawing on his shirt sleeves and other objects. Yesterday afternoon he completely chewed to pieces an aluminum cake pan. It made my teeth hurt when I came into the kitchen and saw him gnawing on it. I took it away, got distracted by my three year old who was throwing the biggest fit (he was so tired - poor thing). When I came back to attend to my second son, he was chewing on his shirt sleeves.
I couldn't find the chew stick (plastic tubing) for him, but he figured out on his own what he needed. He went to the couch and piled the cushions on himself and started sucking on his thumb.
This whole experience motivated me to get going on implementing a routine sensory diet for the boys, NOW. Our OT wasn't able to visit with us last week, so I wasn't able to get a sensory diet established specifically for the boys. I do know some things I can do from my readings on the subject and I found a terrific website that addresses this.
So, this morning we're going to start with joint compressions (see video), then back scratches and brushing their skin, followed by spinning on the office chair for a minute or two. I will also have them engage in activities that both push and pull on their joints, like hanging on a monkey bar at the playground or lifting heavy books. I am looking into purchasing a mini-trampoline or a full size one as well. For my second one's oral needs, crunchy cereal or hard fruits are recommended in order to get the joint compression he craves in his jaw.
We'll see how this day goes and see if the frequency of melt downs, bickering, and fights are reduced as a result. I'm not inclined to disrupt their routine, however, they've got to learn how to adjust to upsets in their schedule somehow and I'm just not sure how to go about teaching them. That is a question for the OT this week.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Aloha Fridays: Exploding Sea Cucumbers in Samoa
"So you roll them between your hands like this," my uncle told me as we stood waist deep in the ocean a hundred or so feet from the shore. He had found a dark green, bumpy-skinned Sea Cucumber wedged between the rocks of the reef and had plucked it out to demonstrate how to make them explode.
I had just turned eight years old and he was still seven. I looked at him dubiously as he furiously rolled the poor creature back and forth between his palms until greenish goo started coming out of one end of it. Then he threw it high in the air. I held my breath as I anticipated the resulting explosion - imagining the vegetable shaped sea creature to blow apart like a firework.
It did not explode. It simply dropped into the water and sunk to the bottom. I crossed my arms and fixed my uncle with a bored look. He had promised an amazing trick, and I was disappointed. It's not that I didn't have any feelings for the poor abused creature, I really did, but I was also very curious to see if it really would explode.
He tried again. And again with the same result each time. My uncle retrieved the last victim of his failed attempts and with a sly look on his face said, "They must not be ripe enough - but, you can eat them. Here, just suck on this end. It's really good." He shoved the oozing cucumber toward me.
"You go first," I said, looking at him expectantly.
"No, ladies first," he insisted. Just then my aunt swam out to meet us. She was only a few years older, but she was one of the wisest people I knew in my short life. She scolded my uncle and brought us back to have lunch on the beach in front of my grandparents house.
I can't look at a cucumber and not remember that day.
I had just turned eight years old and he was still seven. I looked at him dubiously as he furiously rolled the poor creature back and forth between his palms until greenish goo started coming out of one end of it. Then he threw it high in the air. I held my breath as I anticipated the resulting explosion - imagining the vegetable shaped sea creature to blow apart like a firework.
It did not explode. It simply dropped into the water and sunk to the bottom. I crossed my arms and fixed my uncle with a bored look. He had promised an amazing trick, and I was disappointed. It's not that I didn't have any feelings for the poor abused creature, I really did, but I was also very curious to see if it really would explode.
He tried again. And again with the same result each time. My uncle retrieved the last victim of his failed attempts and with a sly look on his face said, "They must not be ripe enough - but, you can eat them. Here, just suck on this end. It's really good." He shoved the oozing cucumber toward me.
"You go first," I said, looking at him expectantly.
"No, ladies first," he insisted. Just then my aunt swam out to meet us. She was only a few years older, but she was one of the wisest people I knew in my short life. She scolded my uncle and brought us back to have lunch on the beach in front of my grandparents house.
I can't look at a cucumber and not remember that day.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Wednesday at the Kitchen Table:Dried Food Collage
I love doing arts and crafts with my kids at the Kitchen Table. Just sitting around making something together allows time to talk, make jokes and laugh together, and just be together as a family. One of our favorite activities to do is to make dried food collages.
Materials needed:
Dried Beans (all varieties)
Barley
Wheat
Rice (all varieties)
Dried corn
Other dried food as you may have on hand
White glue
Manila Folders cut in half
I cut a manila folder in half (these are sturdy enough to support the weight of the collage when completed) If my child is quite young, I will draw an outline of whatever animal or object my child wishes to create, otherwise older children can draw their own objects. Make sure to add some minor details to the inside of the outline to help denote varying aspects of the drawing. Then with white glue, the child can add the various dried food bits to the drawing. The completed collage looks similar to a mosaic. Below is a collage my eight year old did.
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| Eagle on a rock with a rabbit |
Another variation of this is to get construction paper and cut it into small pieces no smaller than about an inch. Get several colors in different piles. Store leftovers in plastic zip baggies.
Have fun, be well, eat well and be happy!
Monday, January 3, 2011
Tuesday Reviews: Discovery Gateway Children's Museum in Salt Lake City, Utah
I can’t sing the praises of Discovery Gateway Children’s Museum enough. Back in March of 2010 when I had first visited the museum on their free day, I had made a modest donation to the museum and was then informed I could draw a prize from the prize cart. Not expecting anything big, I selected a bag and was awarded with a birthday party package at the museum. I was overjoyed – especially since the package was worth $175.00.
Since it was Free day at the museum, it was crowded. We enjoyed ourselves anyway. There was so much to do and see there, that my children seemed oblivious to the crowds and simply lost themselves in the seemingly endless activities. Before I knew it, we had spent three hours there.
Just last week we redeemed our birthday package prize and celebrated my second son’s birthday there. Now I’ve shelled out the money at another museum for my oldest son’s birthday party, and so I wasn’t expecting much at all at Discovery. I was surprised and delighted at every turn. First, we were greeted by enthusiastic staff members who were so kind and obliging (even after a little misunderstanding on my part about guest passes vs. membership passes). Anyway, my guest had showed up before we did. The weather was terrible and the roads were slushy and slippery and we were fifteen minutes late. Nonetheless, after checking everyone in, the staff members whisked us upstairs to the whimsical birthday party room proceeded to entertain the guests with a craft project.
I elected to upgrade the birthday package to include a theme and hands on activities, and so the kiddos got to make wands and eat popcorn. I really didn’t have to do anything but snap pictures as our own personal birthday helper took care of everything. It was great!
When all the guests had arrived and wands were completed, the whole group was escorted out to the museum where a “wizard” awaited us with a table spread with all sorts of interesting and magical items. The wizard, a red-headed, English accented young woman entertained us as she tried to figure out who the birthday boy was and how old he was. The kids loved it. They laughed and laughed. We drew a crowd of other museum guests who also thoroughly enjoyed the show.
My son was of course the “star” of the party and got all the special treatment. He got to wear a special wizard hat and he helped make “troll snot” which he enjoyed wagging at the girls. He also got to help make fake snow and toothpaste for a dragon using special magic words he made up (chicken licken at the airport). Then he helped hatch a dragon egg.
Afterwards we went back to the party room and enjoyed cake and ice-ream which the Birthday Party Helper took charge of (I just had to help, of course. I couldn’t let her do everything, since I’m sure she was perfectly willing and happy to anyway). Then we opened presents and the red-headed wizard came in and wrote down the birthday gift lists for me so that I could send out thank you cards. I really did not expect all the thoughtfulness and detailed planning that Discovery Gateway put into the birthday party. It was an absolutely delightful experience. Even more so since it was a party that I didn’t pay for.
After the presents were opened, the staff placed everything on a cart and put it in a secure area while we enjoyed the rest of the day at the museum exploring all of the hands on exhibits. We ran out of energy before we ran out of things to do.
When it was time to go home, a manager escorted us the parking garage right next door with the party cart holding our presents and leftover cake. He was so kind and helpful. This was first class treatment and I highly recommend having your kid’s next birthday party there.
On my rating scale – I give them the Unicorn Award. Thank you Discovery Gateway - It was wonderful!!!
Note to rating scale:
Unicorn Award: Excellent experience/service/product.
Fairy Godmother Award: Good experience/service/product
Fairy Award: Fair experience/service/product
Goblin Award: absolutely worse experience/service/product
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