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backyard therapy: the VERY messy nest!

 

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Materials:

 

  • Peeps
  • Chocolate Chips
  • Pretzel Stix
  • Foam Bowls
  • Microwave & Microwave Safe Dishes
  • Stirring Utensils
  • Super Delicious Cute-y Kid(s)
  • Mommy and/or Mommy’s Helper (this craft works best when mommy is well relaxed and caffeinated! Winking smile )

 

 

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Targets:

 

  • Fine Motor Development (breaking pretzels, stirring, etc)
  • Math (counting pretzels, peeps and chocolate chips)
  • Science (birds are Science-y, right?)
  • Colors (yellow peeps)
  • Receptive & Expressive Speech
  • Following Directives
  • Attention Span (Trevy worked on this for about 10 minutes. IN A ROW!) 

 

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Start by having your Munchkin break the pretzel stix over foam bowl.  I’m sure you’ve guessed by now that the bowl is Peep’s nest. 

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You can work on Math by counting the pretzels and comparing sizes. Receptive Language by giving simple one (or two, if you’re brave) step directions.  Example:

 

Break the pretzels, Trevy

 

Put pretzels in the bowl, Trevy

 

Stop munching the pretzels! 

 

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Next, have your little one help you pour chocolate chips into a microwave safe bowl.  Microwave just until melty.  Stir. 

 

This may require some Hand Over Hand assistance. 

 

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And if your Monkey thought the pretzels were yummy…

 

 

just wait til’ they get a lick of melty chocolate chips! 

 

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Pour melted chocolate over pretzels. 

 

Stir. 

 

 

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Add your Peep(s).

 

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And ENJOY! 

 

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This is where I fess up and admit that while I supplied an extra set of hands, this craft was Miss. Home Based Therapy’s.  She also supplied most of the ingredients.  Gosh, I love her! 

Comments

Jeni said…
I absolutely love this idea! I just found your blog earlier today through pinterest and have been reading through your posts. You guys are amazing and you all will be in my prayers! great writing :)

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