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Where does time go! I can hardly believe our oldest started school this year. She transitioned so well into kindergarten. Thank goodness our school district still does half day kindergarten or I do not think it would have been such a smooth transition. Over the spring and summer we did lots of writing practice. By that I mean lots of sidewalk chalk was used on the milking parlor floor in the barn. I would give her a letter or number to write or she would practice writing her name. She loved it. But like with anything after while that was getting less exciting to my almost five year old. Her teacher had tried having the kids write there letters with there finger in a pile of shaving cream on the table. I decided to try this at home. I put the shaving cream on a cookie sheet( made it way easier to clean up) spread it out with a spatula and had her practice writing her upper and lower case letters. She did so well and had fun!

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