Alittle intimidated to be making my first post on my first blog so, instead of jumping into talking about our preparations for our first homeschool year, I figured I’d take a step back into my comfort-zone and talk abit about another one of our family firsts: our first sensory bin.
I fell in love with the idea of sensory exploration from the moment I first read about it and sensory bins seemed to be the least messy way of enjoying this type of play with my children. Of course it was only a matter of time before I let go of my fear of mess and started handing them bowls of shaving cream, but thats a post for another day.
Our first bin was based off the book “Put Me in the Zoo,” by Robert Lopshire. A personal favorite of my son’s.
Inside the bin: plain white rice, a small “spot box,” plastic monkeys, foam letters spelling “zoo,” felt spots in varying colors, and squares of silky spotted fabric.
LittleMan was fascinated and played with it for over an hour the first time we offered it to him, then asked to play with it again first thing in the morning the very next day.
He filled the box with rice and poured it out. He filled the box with felt spots and poured them out.
He poured the rice over his own hands. He rubbed the silk squares against his cheeks.
Overall it was hit, and so our love of sensory bins was born.