Morse Code Activities

You want to know what’s fun? Secret codes.

Breaking them. Learning them. Making them.

Why do you think the Rosetta Stone is so cool? It broke a code.

Why save up box tops or bottle lids for that cool decoder ring? Breaking a secret code!

So while I hunt down my old Cub Scout and Girl Scout Handbooks, let’s start with Morse Code.
1. Teach Morse code. For fun. Or until we need to use it to coordinate a defense against aliens because they are hijacking our satellites.
2. Make secret messages of Morse code on paper. “Send” them to the kids. Let them “send” them to you. I remember a short story as a code where the Grandma made people ring her door bell in a code. It was SOS in Morse code. Do fun ones first. Wait on the “do your chores” message for later.
3. Make secret messages in Morse code with Legos. Or blocks.
4. Make secret messages in Morse code with noodles. Break up spaghetti or use long and short noodles. Glue noodles on paper. Or string them on a string.

5. Make secret messages with beads. Make cool jewelry with a special messages or words.

Morse code - Wikipedia
More to come! Stay safe! Stay sane!


I’m learning so much

Last week I had a lot of fun coming up with things I learned over the week.  I thought I would do it again.  Besides I’m running late because we were at the park with some of Tornado E’s friends.  You know, trying to make my child more socially ready for kindergarten.  So here are the ten things I learned this week.

  1. My children are mooches.  Open some kind of snack and they will be asking for some.
  2. My children actually use “please” and “thank you” when they want something real bad, like someone else’s grapes or M&M’s.
  3. My grandma warned me that children and husbands will make a liar out of you every time; she told me to see what happens the first time I tell someone Tornado E doesn’t like to eat something.  Apparently, I’ll turn around and find him eating it.  So who’s going to invite us over so Tornado E can eat broccoli?
  4. I really think my grandmothers are going crazy.  I’m hoping it’s not hereditary.
  5. The Husband cannot remember to throw out his tea bags.  CAN NOT REMEMBER.  But he’ll toss out the bread crusts I was drying for bread crumbs.
  6. Tell a four year old if he gets the room cleaned in ten minutes he can have a bowl of marshmallows, and he’ll get it done in seven.  Sweet.
  7. My mom likes to talk during story time.  I feel like a hypocrite.
  8. My old college roommate has figured out how to name my child.  She just keeps randomly telling me the name she thinks is perfect, and I’m starting to believe her.
  9. If a Yoda figure doesn’t have a head, children will still play with it.
  10. According to one cleaning/organizing book, you’re suppose to vacuum every day.  Let that digest.  Then have a good laugh.

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You will learn, damnit.

Me: Ok, Evan, you’re going to learn to make a two.

Evan: I don’t want to.

Me: We can write a two for Sean’s birthday.

Evan: I don’t want to.  I want to write a one.

Me: You make very good ones.  But you should learn to make other numbers like three because you’re three or four because you’re turning four soon.

Evan: Hmm.  I think I’ll turn eleven instead because ones are easy to write.

Me: It doesn’t work that way.


See that!  In just a few sentences, Evan has me ready to growl.  Oh, I can be super patient teaching a craft, pooping, or playing a  new game, but this whole homeschooling thing unhinges me.  I don’t know how other moms do it.  I don’t know why other moms do it.  My working theory is they are (a) crazy, (b) saints, or (c) a little of both.  (Send your hate mail now.)

 We’ve been doing workbook pages for a couple of months.  At first, Evan loved doing them.  He would tell me stories of the objects he was tracing or matching.  He would ask to do another page and another.  All was right, and I actually thought Evan would be writing his name before summer. 

Then Evan realized it was work and that he had no choice but to do the worksheets.  Then he decided to make it tough.  Screw you, Mommy.  Make me.  He would play with the crayon, forget how to hold the crayon, switch crayons, sit there, tell me random stories, talk to Sean, play with the crayons, run off if I turn my back.  Are you kidding me?  Even when he knew the answer, he would protest the thought of circle the right object.  I swear I just might strangle the kid.

He’s been learning to trace numbers, in the attempt to learn to write them.  Tomorrow we start on letters.  But the minute he saw that it wasn’t a picture, he threw up a wall in protest.  Lately we’ve been playing a game of follow the leader, drawing style.  I draw a line down; he draws a line down.  I draw a line across; he draws a line across.  That worked for a day, but he’s figured out that this might be more than fun and games, throwing that damn wall up.

So am I super excited to turn Evan over to a professional?  You better believe I am.  The very thought that I would somehow figure out the code to unlock his learning ability has eased the fears of putting him into school, realizing my baby is growing up. 

We’ve settled on a half day program, three days a week where a friend of my mom’s teaches.  I liked the curriculum, the close proximity, and the teacher.  Evan loved the playground.  The husband loved the price tag.  As this is only a school for preschool and kindergarten, we’ll have to do this all over again in a year and a half for an elementary school.  Fun.

But for now, I’m just glad this part is over.  Now back to forcing the kid to learn to write his name.  It’s four letters.  How hard can it be?

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How to say animal names: a toddler’s perspective

Animals according to Sean

Dog= daaaa

Cat= meow

Horse= neigh

Chicken= chi-chi



Sheep= baaa

Spider= *makes a hand spider*


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