Teaching Math to Infants and Toddlers
“One, two, buckle my shoe. Three, four, shut the door,”, “Jack and Jill went up the hill,”, “You put your right foot in, you put your right foot out,”...
“One, two, buckle my shoe. Three, four, shut the door,”, “Jack and Jill went up the hill,”, “You put your right foot in, you put your right foot out,”...
Science is an intimidating subject for many people. Throw that subject in with the word “infants” and people run screaming. Many believe that science is something that can only be taught by highly trained and certified teachers. Those same people believe that science is something that cannot be taught to an...
Often a parent will misinterpret the anxiety the child is displaying for unhappiness over being at childcare or who they are being left with. Drop-off’s with the childcare giver can be very tormenting for child, parent, and caregiver. In this article, we will attempt to explain...
Do you allow your two-year-old to assist with cooking? If you say “no” … well, you are not alone. I went on a little fact-finding mission recently. Many parents these days said they really don’t cook a whole lot. There is a lot of frozen food going in the microwave...
By: Guest Blogger, Maria Cannon
If you’re like many parents, you worry about overburdening your children. Kids need a chance to be kids, after all, and too many extracurriculars leave both you and your children overworked and overstressed. However, shunning...
Haim Ginott said, “Children are like wet cement whatever falls on them makes an impression." So, if you are pondering, do I talk to my child about tragedy, the answer is an astounding YES. Yes, talk to them. A tragedy is not something that should be hidden from...
Dreams… hopes… a desire to make something bigger and better. Everyone should have a dream. To borrow a quote from A Field of Dreams… “If you build it, they will come”. Well, Kidz World built it and you came! You came by the tens, hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands! On February 28, 2017, Kidz...
Rose sat quietly running her fingers through the milk spilled on the highchair. Her eyes fixated on the patterns being formed as her fingers streaked through the liquid. The milk puddled around an open marker. Rose’s eyes lit up and a smile...