This is Halloween

If you have not been to my house or talked to me in the past month, you probably haven't heard about my Halloween tree. I love my Halloween tree. It all started back in September when I was walking home from church and saw a dead branch that had fallen from a tree along the street. I literally stood there for 2 or 3 minutes and stared at it thinking, "I want this branch." I seriously thought if I didn't take it home with me right then and there someone else would come along and take it because it was the coolest dead branch I had ever seen. It would be perfect to hang little ghosts and bats on for Halloween and put outside my door. I don't have a picture of it, so you'll have to come to my house and see it.

Anyway. I had so much fun making the bats that I decided to take the craft on the road and make them with my friend's first grade class. I try to visit Miss Sorenson's Class once a year -- usually in the fall. I love her class because the kids tell me I'm pretty and give me hugs just because I'm there. Plus, every time I go we sing (Kristi's lucky enough to have a piano in her classroom and she teaches them all sorts of songs).

So this morning we made bats -- and ghosts for those who wanted to be different.

First you trace the bat:

Then you cut it out:


Then you glue a clothespin:


And put another bat cutout on top and, TA DA! You can clip that bat wherever you want.


Kristi has her class all decorated for Halloween and almost didn't let them take their bats home because they'd look so cute in the classroom, but in the end, they were allowed to put them in their cubbies.


This is Kristi getting the class ready to watch Rigoletto before singing time. Maybe it puts them in the singing mood.

One of my favorite parts is the question and answer period where today I got questions such as:

Why is your hair different colors?
(I got it highlighted a couple weeks ago)

Do you like science?

Do you do science?
(I asked them if they thought I was a scientist because I was wearing glasses to which they all replied "yes" and nodded).

Where do you work? and my favorite...

Why do you work?

Most of these kids are minorities and English is their second language. Some of the kids asked Kristi if I was her sister because they thought we looked alike. Kristi said they think we look alike because we're both white.

Check out Miss Sorenson's blog.