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Parent-child game essay Part 1My dad and I are both big fans of "Run for it", and love the sunny, healthy atmosphere revealed in the program. I really hope that in reality, we can also feel the true life in the game, and deliver positive energy in laughter.
Now, the "Running Season", which is highly popular among young journalists, is coming! On July 8, Longhu Hengfeng leisure farm, we participated in the father and son "run, small reporter" of the first phase of the activities. There, we disguised as "running man", leaving a string of footprints and the sound of laughter ......
Hengfeng Leisure Farms melon and fruit smell intoxicating, development activities are unforgettable. The most impressive is the hand-pushed unicycle and sand picking relay. Being in the farmland, looking at the unicycle and stretcher baskets, the scene of ancient farmers' labor appeared in front of us. The weather "hot value" burst the table, we are also working feverishly.
"Ready - start -" the instructor gave the order, handsome "running man" -- I tried hard to keep the balance of the unicycle, but the car does not listen to the call, swaying left and right. I had to slow down for fear that the unicycle would fall to the ground. The weight of the car was not very heavy, but it was like a thousand pounds, and I used all my strength. People and cars have not yet united it, difficult to walk a few meters in this not very wide stone bridge, my hands really pinched a sweat. My hand slipped, and with my dad's "watch out", the unicycle slipped into the grass. I gasped and muttered, "Hmph! Damn it!" But time didn't allow me to reflect too much, because this was a game of parent-child cooperation and a competition between families of small journalists. I picked up the basket with a flat stretcher, but although the sand was not too much and not too heavy, the basket seemed to be swinging around like a swing, so it was really difficult for me. When I reached my destination, my dad grabbed my stretcher and finished another round. I couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air: "Can Dad's fat stand up to this kind of short, intense and severe test? Can this fat 'runner' make a comeback?" I saw my dad clutching the rope with both hands, taking steps forward, and the basket obediently followed my dad's steps like an obedient child. The basket followed his steps like an obedient child. In three tries, Dad sent the sand to its "place of belonging". Dad picked up the fallen unicycle from the grass, kept his arms at the same height, kept his eyes on the front, and charged towards victory. "Dad, charge!" "Dad, you did it! Yay!" I yelled and screamed from the sidelines, afraid that others would forget my existence. The instructor announced that the relay had taken 35 seconds.
Less time means more points, so we came out on top in the parent-child competition. There are competitions and there are winners and losers. Winning or losing is not important, the important thing is that in this process we experience the simple, release of the joy of running. This is not the "running man" happy?
Parent-child game essay part 2These two days because of the rain, but also because do not need to go to his father to help out, the time is suddenly a lot of free time, nothing to do, and the child to do the game, in fact, the child has long been clamoring for me to play with him properly, play what it is, the usual small games have done enough, I know that the child may still be very much like, but my interest in how to bring up the. So after some hard thinking,......, suddenly thought of the last two issues of MMS is not there two sketches? Yes, drawing sketch, why don't you play this with your children? Oh, I didn't expect to play and then realized that it was really fun!
Draw a picture
Prepare a notebook and a pen.
First, I will draw. Because I went to school when I learned a little fur, and then adults, oh, the level of painting is naturally a little higher, so a few strokes, a sketch is done, the child that happy ah, "Mom, you draw a bus it!" "Haha, it's not that hard?" I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
Baby drawing. "It's your turn, baby come one, I believe you are better than mommy to draw." In fact, I know, the child does not really like to draw, is a burst of scribbling, on a year of kindergarten class, but some coloring basis. I wanted to enroll my child in an art class, but I didn't think my child would be interested, and he wasn't old enough. However, the child is much stronger than last semester, the first painting a brushstroke, huh, is a flat circle. I asked, "What is this?" "Mommy's stupid, it's a snake!" "Oh yeah?" Geez, it doesn't look like a snake at all, but I still appreciate that my kids know what they are drawing. So there was our second game session.
Guess
Baby draw, mom guess. "Baby you go ahead and draw, why don't you let mommy guess what you're drawing? Okay?" "Hee hee, yeah!" Baby drew a not-so-circular circle and I said it was a potato. Smart baby said, "Mommy, you guessed right! Haha ......" Is this praising me or saying he drew it well! Oh, interesting. Baby drew a long circle, I guess it is cucumber. Baby drew another ...... I guess apples, oranges, leaves, eggplant ...... a moment of work, full of three pages of paper on the past.
Mom draws, baby guesses. "Now it's my turn to draw the circle, baby guess!" I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about, and I'm not sure what I'm talking about, and I'm not sure what I'm talking about. Look at mine. I drew a very round circle, and Baby guessed the sun. I spent a rectangle, the baby guessed it was a stationery box; I drew a bigger box, the baby said it was a book ...... haha, not bad, began to have the baby searching the memory store in the mind, and it is very exercise of the imagination oh! Just like that, another three full pages passed. A look up, eat lunch time arrived, time flies ah. If it is not time to eat, the child that will let me go ah, huh!
Paint a paint
Painted so many blank sketches put, in the lunch time, I was inspired, why not a coloring it! Speaking of coloring, there are so many occasions and opportunities here in our plaza and playgrounds that every time I let my child go to color, he is afraid to go. So, I opened both boxes of watercolors and decided to color these sketches with my kids. When I put the first sketch of the sun painted, the child was excited, so we began to paint together, imagined into what is painted into what, and then later on the child painted himself, oh, looking at a colorful green colorful sketch, it is really quite good. So along with the child that looks almost the circle also became a variety of things, vegetables, fruits, simple objects, etc., although not very beautiful, but definitely can see what is.
Speaking of which
My baby has a lot of English, and the names of common objects, animals, cars, fruits, and so on, are not difficult for him, but he has forgotten a lot because he hasn't reviewed them in a while. So I then thought of letting the child look at the picture and say English, or listen to the English to find the picture, haha, the child is very happy oh. Because it is an exchange, so sometimes I have to make mistakes on purpose, to increase the child's pride and self-confidence. The children said it was great, and I can't help but applaud my own creativity, because this part of the process has helped the children to review a lot of English words," he said.
In less than two days, the child came to me to play many times, see how much the child likes it, and I think it can also exercise the child's imagination, hands-on ability, language expression, and aesthetic ability, and so on, may also be able to make the child love painting. There are many benefits, very development of intelligence Oh, so quickly write out to share with you, if your family has a similar age of the child, why not do with your child to do this parent-child chain of games it.
Thank you, Mr. Leafless Tree, for the beautiful letterhead!
Parent-child game essay Part 3When I was in kindergarten, I fell in love with playing Chinese chess. The first chess set was still used by my grandfather, mottled, the paint on it fell off and the wood was broken, leaving traces of age. When I was in elementary school, I put on the red scarf, my mom rewarded me by buying me a pair of exquisite chess pieces, each piece is a different doll, with a lifelike expression, and the generals are so powerful that they accompanied me in the most parental playtime.
Every week, I would play a few games with my dad, and this one was a duel between him and me. I was confidently aiming my cannon at one of my dad's pawns, and my dad didn't seem to have the slightest nervousness, and he was still moving his troops around with ease. I hit another cannon horizontally, and one of my dad's "pawns" became my favorite, and I felt a sense of joy in my heart. I saw that my dad had moved his car to the bottom line without moving. "Dad this is going to play which move? I mentally muttered for a while. Never mind, regardless of him, I still follow my original plan, continue to look for opportunities to eat the son, his generals into a bare-knuckle commander, so that I will certainly win". I was about to eat his "horse", only to see Dad put another "horse" jumped up, and cooperate with each other to form a "chain of horses". I could only arch a pawn without knowing what to do. Dad also arched a pawn, want to attract me and his pair, I also follow his intention, directly to each other. I did not expect Dad's horse to take advantage of this gap into my camp, I panicked, I can only strengthen the defense, the "Shi" and "bishop" moved up, my dad calmly and freely! My dad calmly jumped his horse to the winning point, and I had no choice but to move my king one step. My dad's "horse" and "car" cooperated with each other and killed my "king" at once. Oh, I realized that my dad had intentionally lured me to play against him, and he had secretly set up a killing game to make me become his defeated opponent.
Chess is the most common parent-child game in our family, and everyone can kill a few games. Usually, I can kill my mom and grandma, and my grandpa and I are evenly matched, but my dad is still a little better.
Parent-child games essay Part 4Every day after school, my son's happiest thing is to let us play with him. My daughter's favorite thing is to bring my son to play games with us. He either sings the children's songs he learned from school or dances. For example, last night, just after dinner, he started singing, "Wheel one, wheel two, wheel three, wheel four, I'll play a game with you." Then while gesticulating with his hands, he said to us. This was his prelude to inviting us to play the game, and then we played the game with our son.
My son has recently become obsessed with playing Logic Dog, a logic dog board with six colorful round plastic blocks inside, and then searching for them according to the scenarios in the pictures, sometimes looking for the same, sometimes comparing sizes, which my son learns very quickly. When I read out the requirements to him, he quickly finds it from the picture and moves the round pieces to the right place. But he tends to mumble as he looks for them, and when he finishes one, he still always says to me excitedly as if he has discovered a new continent, "Mom, mom, do you see that I found the right one?" "Yes, you are great!" I encourage him promptly. My son would say to me at this time, "Reward me with a thumbs up!" This is the adorable son who asks for everyone's . Encouragement and praise.
I ask him to complete two a day, and when he's done, he pesters me to read him picture book stories. I read him a few books a day, but sometimes when I feel a little tired and want to read a little of my own book, I tell my son, "Read it yourself! Where's Mommy to study?" And he would immediately and quietly look through the pictures in the book by himself to see them. But often when he saw something new and strange, he would shout up and say to me, "Mommy, look, there's a big octopus here, look at it, it has eight horns, it looks so scary, are you scared?" My son always wanted me to say to him in a very exaggerated way, "Oh, why is it so scary, I am so scared!" My son would say, "I've grown up, I'm a man, I'll protect you!" My son is always so cute.
Last night, he said to me after school, "Mom, today we learned a new children's song, this children's song is 'Little Hands Make Magic', I'll sing it for you to listen, okay?" "Good! I like to listen to it, here is a program by Lu Xingyuan, it's called 'Little Hands Do Magic' please enjoy!" At this time, my daughter introduced everyone like an announcer. Everyone was amused by her daughter's comical cuteness.
The son was a little embarrassed at first, but adjusted to the situation, and stood up on the stool and sang to the audience with a smile: "One little finger, change, change, change, change into a caterpillar, crawl, crawl. Three little fingers, change, change, change, change, change, change, change, change, turn into a kitten! Meow, meow, meow! Four little fingers, change, change, change, change, change, change, change, change, change, change, change, change, change, change, change, change! Mom, how beautiful it is!" "How beautiful!" I encouraged my son. This is the best thing about my son, he is always optimistic and wants us to praise him.
After dinner, I said to my children, "Now I'm going to teach you a children's song and see which one of you learns it the fastest. This children's song is 'Falling Leaves', autumn winds autumn winds blowing, falling leaves falling leaves flying, turning into a butterfly, spreading wings to chase chase." The daughter is older than the son, naturally learns a little faster, and when she learns it she teaches it to the son, and soon they both learn it.
Seeing their interest in learning, I taught them another children's song, "Kitten Pulling a Cart". Said to the children, "This time you have to learn to add movements and see who makes the cutest dance." So I started by singing, "The kitten pulls the cart, the mouse doesn't sit, the weasel pulls the cart, the chick doesn't sit, the gray wolf pulls the cart, the goat doesn't sit, the tiger pulls the cart and no one sits." My daughter has learned to dance, singing and choreographing at the same time, and the choreography is very interesting. Especially when learning the movements of kittens and mice, it is really funny and ridiculous!
Accompanied by the children to do the game, in the play let the children easily and happily learn some children's songs. Not only enjoy the family fun, but also add some parent-child time, with the children really happy, the children play very happy!
Parent-child games Essay Part 5
Speaking of parent-child games, it is the "body twisting music".
One day, my father took a blanket and a carousel came over to me and said mysteriously: "Baby, today my father and you play a game - body twisting music. This blanket is neatly arranged 24 circles, respectively, red, yellow, blue and green four colors, every six of the same color for a row. There is also a dial, on which are written left foot, right foot, left hand, right hand, and the corresponding color, the pointer in the middle points to which color, which hand or foot should be placed on the circle of this color. Only the hands and feet can touch the circles on the whole blanket, no other part of the body. Do you understand?" I said expectantly, "Yes! Let's start playing!" "Okay!"
We invited mom to turn the carousel, did not play for a while, my left foot, placed in the first row of green dots, the right foot on the last row of red dots, left hand on the third row of blue dots, right hand on the second row of yellow dots, my body turned into a toad, my body in the force of the pull, and try to not let their own bodies fall down. Suddenly I heard my dad yell, "Ah, I'm going down the vertical fork, it hurts, I can't!" I turned around and saw that my dad's left foot was on the red dot in the last row, while his right foot was on the yellow dot in the 2nd row, and my dad had turned into a twist.
I laughed at my dad and said, "Haha, dad you definitely can't beat me, I'm a dance student, my flexibility is much better than yours, and my balance is better than yours!" Just as I finished my sentence, my body didn't stand steadily, and I fell to the ground with a thud.
I sighed and said, "Hey, nothing can be complacent too early, really get carried away!" Dad breathed a sigh of relief, stretched his body, and restored the "deformed" body to its original state.