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Science Fair Project: Paper Chromatography

Longtime readers of The Casual Perfectionist may recognize Claire’s topic!  We’ve been dabbling in Paper Chromatography for years. She thought of some ways to adapt it into an experiment for her very first Science Fair, and here is the result!

Yes, she did the work herself. Yes, I was allowed to offer “minimal parental involvement,” which I did. Gladly. I love this stuff, too!

She presented to the judges today and was so happy to bring home a ribbon and certificate.  She had SO much FUN!

We are so proud of her!

In true Claire-style, she’s already gathering ideas for next year.

The Solar System Project

Way back in November, Claire was studying the solar system in school. For this particular unit, she was given a project: Create a model of the Solar System. There were various ideas for doing this, and the one Claire latched onto immediately was to make it out of clay.

The catch to all this was that the solar system had to be made to scale.

Yes, really.

Now, I confirmed that it was just the size that needed to be to scale, because distances would be practically inconvenient to do, as we’d have to put one tiny planet on our kitchen table, and the next one a few miles away in the gas station parking lot; the next one could be at a grocery store…in the next town over, etc. (Logistically, this just wasn’t going to work.) But, even with doing the solar system to scale based on size, the sun was going to be a chunk of clay the size of a bowling ball, if we were, in fact, going to be able to see Mercury with the naked eye.

(This is the part where I asked the teacher if we could just cover a bowling-ball-sized sun object with clay, and she acquiesced.)

Clay Solar System Supplies

We gathered our supplies. The clay was easy to find at a local hobby store. We opted for a fancy modeling clay that isn’t so heavy, dried relatively quickly, and is really easy for budding astronomers to mix. It took us a while, but we found the perfect sun!

Daddy jumped in and said that the solar system WAS going to spin AND be lit, because of course it will. (That is why there is a Lazy Susan in the supply pile next to the upside-down basket sun.  The battery-operated LED light we placed in there is not shown.) This particular clay cracks when it’s thin, which Claire said was perfect for showing the surface of the sun.

Making the sun

She was the expert, so we defaulted to her.

Claire cut the dowels, with assistance.

We decided to just cut the dowels in increments, since distance wasn’t to scale.

Sun, Dowels, and a little bit of math

We did our research and found a handy resource from NASA giving us the sizes of the planets, and yours truly did a little math to give us the proper size for our particular clay planets.

Let there be light!
…and dowels.

3. Earth

There’s the third little planet from the sun, complete with ice caps, land masses, and oceans.

Budding Astronomer

Did you know the entire solar system fits in a laundry basket? Neither did I, but I’m glad it does! (We took the larger planets off their dowels for transport.)

“Hold on little buddy!” I’d shout at every stop light as the asteroid field wiggled and Pluto (the dwarf planet, demoted from real planet status) jiggled.

“Hold on little buddy!”

(I can’t tell you how many times I grumbled about Pluto not being a planet anymore. “In MY day, it was a planet! Uphill, both ways. In the snow. And it liked it!”)

Needless to say, Claire’s Solar System make quite the impression at school.

It has since been safely transported home and makes a really cool night light. The light peeks through the cracks in the clay of the sun and creates stars on the walls as it spins.

…because of course it does. ;)

Picture Day. First Grade.

Claire. Almost 7.

 

 

Our Morning Schedule

7:30: “Alarm to Leave” goes off on my phone.  (Doors open at 7:45. School starts promptly at 8:00.  We’ve got plenty of time, and I love having a buffer.)

7:34: We leave.  (No one can account for the last 4 minutes, but it always works out this way.  See?  Buffer.)

7:35: I ponder the driving skills (or lack thereof) of others.

7:36: I discuss random science-y topics.  Sometimes we discuss math or spelling.  Sometimes we talk about what song lyrics really mean.

7:37: I verbally disparage idiot drivers using words that aren’t *technically* swear words but would make The French Knight giggle.

7:38: Claire asks me why I’m giggling.  Elderberries always make me laugh.

7:39: We’re almost to the school!  Come on, people!  Green arrows don’t last forever!

7:40: Pull thru Drop Off Lane & slow down while Claire does her best Tuck-n-Roll from a moving vehicle.

7:41: Sigh a happy sigh despite the fact that the Summer Me wouldn’t be out of bed for a couple more hours.

First Day of First Grade!

Shirt: Tie-dyed herself in Art Class. Jeans: Sparkley. Shoes: Brand new moccasins, just because. Model: A First Grader. WHAT!?

Claire, the First Grader

I was granted permission to park and walk her to her first class, as long as I wasn’t too clingy. She and another kid in her class bolted as soon as the doors opened, and I wandered down to her class eventually, holding up my end of the bargain.

Tomorrow, we’ll do Drop Off, as if this is no big deal at all.

Kindergarten Grad!

...and just like that, we have a First Grader!

The Rules of Independent Diva Handling

How can she not be a Diva when dressed in Missoni, even if it is from Target?

Last week, at school drop off, Claire told me that she wanted to walk to her room herself.  She didn’t need me to hold her hand or help her do anything when she got down there, thankyouverymuch.  I knew this was coming, as she’d been walking way ahead of me pretty much since the third day of school.

“I need to meet another mom at 8:00!” I said, trying not to pout.

“Great!  You can wait for her in the lobby!” she said, using my own often-used trickery rationale against me.

So, I waited in the lobby and pretended to be okay with this turn of events.

When I picked her up that day, she pointed to the Drop Off Lane, marked with bright cones, and said, “You do know that there’s a whole LANE for moms who drop off their kids in the morning, right?  YOU could be in that lane, Mom.”

Well, alrighty then.

That night, Claire told Daddy her plan about how Momma was going to stay in the car and just use the Drop Off Lane. Daddy’s responses went from, “WHAT!?” to “Is that safe??” to “I’m old…” to “Hey, Claire! Let me show you how to tuck and roll from a moving vehicle!”

In a startling turn of events, Daddy seemed to be coping well with this change.

The next day, we did just that. I used the Drop Off Lane, and Claire was THRILLED. She hasn’t looked back since. Quite literally. I’m lucky if she blows me a kiss at all.

Today, I was scheduled for one of my volunteer shifts at the school library. “How is this going to work?” I said out loud in the kitchen before school. Claire had it all planned: “You drop me off in the Drop Off Lane and then just go around again and park! But, please stay in the car until the doors open…okay?”

I’d picked a volunteer time near the start of school to make my life easier. I hadn’t figured in all the Rules of Independent Diva Handling.

At least she hasn’t given me a checklist. Yet.

The First Day of Kindergarten

Here is Claire on her First Day of Kindergarten!  She and Baby Rose found a matching outfit to celebrate the big day.  This is a day that Claire has been begging to happen for YEARS now.  Her years in Preschool were awesome, but finally the “When can I go to Kindergarten!?” question has been answered!

Today!  Early today.  Our schedule will shift a bit as we get up and get out the door earlier than we ever have, but today went REALLY well.

The drive, parking, and drop-off were a breeze!  I didn’t linger in the classroom, as she is really pretty independent, and I was afraid if I made too much direct eye contact with the teacher, I’d make a spectacle of myself.  Baby Rose and I walked back to the car, and I didn’t get teary until I was a couple blocks from the school.  But, that’s because the sun was in my eyes.  (Yeah, that’s it.)

As I’m writing this, the house is quiet.  Too quiet.  Like the kind of quiet it gets when someone is plotting a dastardly plan.  It’s making me twitch.  I wonder how long this phase will last?

I’ll have 3.5 hours to myself every week day now.  I’ve been waiting for this.  Longing for this.  I plan to use as much of this time writing as I can.  Today, of course, is an exception (unless you count this post…).  Today’s time has been spent fielding texts and calls from my friends, just checking to see if I’m okay.  This is supposed to be Claire’s big day, but those in the know realize that it’s going to be more a transition for me than it is for Claire.

Am I ok?  I am.  I’m more than okay.  Today is a great day.

Claire’s First Graduation

Will it be the first of many, or just the first of few? Either way, here’s to beginnings disguised as endings.


…to Kindergarten and beyond!

What day is it?

I love that Claire is in school four days a week now! (Granted, they are half-days, but I’ll take what I can get!)

I must say, though, that I’m exhausted! Having to be up and out of the house by a certain hour, every day for four days straight, is a challenge…not to mention the shear energy levels it takes to remember what day it is.

Yes, I have a calendar with me wherever I go. Yes, I know the day of the week. I may have to cheat and look at the calendar when I get up, but I usually remember it. But every hour or so, my mind goes into a tailspin.

“WHAT DAY IS IT!?” my brain screeches, out of nowhere. My heart skips a beat in a momentary panic, that feeling you get when you think you’ve forgotten something.

All last year, school = Tuesday or Thursday. All through the summer, school (art class) = Tuesday or Thursday. Now, this is still true. She goes to school on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but she also goes on Wednesdays and Fridays.

Claire loves our new schedule, and she’s adjusted quite nicely. For the last two years, she’s begged to go to school every day, so getting to four days a week is a dream come true for her!

I knew there would be a transitional phase, but I didn’t expect it to be for me.