Monday, 21 February 2011

Plant Science 2: photosynthesis and chlorophyll (my pestle and mortar will never be the same again)

We love those Dorling Kindersley 'How xxxx works'. Even the maths one is great, though I have to confess it's better to read than to attempt any of the maths hands-on things which seem to require a huge amount of preparation.

This is a page out of the plant section of 'How Nature Works'. The experiment to separate out the pigments in plants looks cool, so we decide to give it a bash.




Literally.



We try several different sorts of plant 'matter'.




Mashed and dissolved (apparently, though ours was more a lumpy mush) in acetone. [May I note here that I actually had to go and buy nail varnish remover. 'Oh I've got some of that' I say. Only to find that the only bottle of nail varnish remover I possess states in large letters on the front 'ACETONE-FREE NAIL VARNISH REMOVER'. Great.]




I would show you the finished blotting paper chromatograms except that they didn't look very good. At all. Nope. They just looked like very pale - almost coloured - damp strips of blotting paper.
So you might as well just look at the ones in the 'How Nature Works' book.
Like all good scientists we looked at why the experiment didn't work.
Our conclusions:
1. We got bored mashing and should have used the liquidizer instead but that would have involved getting a load of plant material and we couldn't be bothered.
2. See 1.

Wednesday, 16 February 2011

Plant Science 1 and Potato guns (and other scientific adventures)

Plant science.
Yep, that's what we appear to be doing. After our venture into cells here it seemed logical to carry on.

It all arose out of a desire (mine) to take our everyday-as-it-happens science up a notch or two.

My hunt for a one-stop suitable book or resource - something between text book and popular science, with sequential and relevant experiments, clear diagrams and a host of other requirements - has, not surprisingly, been unsuccessful.

And so we have resorted to our usual mish-mash of resources, researched, cribbed and squidged together as a higgledy piggledy selection of podcasts, old pre-curriculum science books, webpage printouts and BBC video clips.

First we looked at transpiration and the flow of water up plant stems. The conversation went something like this:

Dh: "Celery? But I thought you didn't like celery?"
me: "I don't. It's for science."
Dh: "Oh. Right."
He looks at me strangely. This is the man who made gunpowder in our back garden for ds1's 7th birthday. Who used liquid nitrogen and orange juice to make orange sorbet for our barbecue. Nuff said.

Anyway, the old 'celery in a glass of coloured water trick' (btw only one stick is required, not the whole blooming lot).

Et voila! Blue dye seen in celery slice. Now that was worth £1.15 at the greengrocers.

Then we look at osmosis. You know, the passage of water through a selectively-permeable membrane from a place of low solute concentration to high solute concentration. [Just look it up in wikipedia]

ds2 cuts 2 potato slices:


Yep, like that.




One slice is added to plain old water.
The other slice is added to water with a big load of salt dissolved in it.
After an hour or so, the slice in the salty water should go floppy as water passes from the potato into the water, and the slice in the normal water should go hard as water passes into the potato. Or something like that. You get the gist.


And what to do with all that leftover potato? An impromptu opportunity for potato sculptures, of course.

And ammunition for weapons
If you make the mess, you clear it up dear eldest.
Like a shoot-out on CSI, but with only small lumps of starch left as evidence (all over my conservatory floor as it happens).
More plant science.
We finally get around to planting those Spring bulbs bought in October.
Some of them were even trying to flower in the bulb bag (on 1cm stalks) Oops.
Ah well. As my father always said - they have two chances: live or die. I'm not sure what he was talking about at the time. (It might have been rather tactless if it was people.)


More science.
Have you ever seen a more characterful photo of a 12-yr-old?
...with a bicarbonate of soda rocket in his hand.



More science. Ds1 makes one of those wiggly buzzy wire things, except this one lights up a bulb instead. Made out of a rolled up piece of aluminium foil, a large battery, an empty chocolate box, a bulb and some wire (I guess). All his own work. He obviously doesn't trust me to have any useful input into these technical things whatsoever.


NUTS!
Bird feeders and nuts.
I suppose that counts as science...natural history or something, if you want to tick a box.


Monday, 14 February 2011

I bet they don't do it like this at school...

So. Cells (and all that stuff).
Time for textbooks then?
Nah!!! Innovation and resourcefulness are a home educator's middle names.

First get 2 place mats.
Then get a few printouts on plant and animal cells from http://www.enchantedlearning.com/
Then buy a large quantity of assorted sweets.

Ready, get set -

No don't eat them yet!

- go!

Strawberry flavoured plant cell wall. Yum.



Liquorice nucleus and nucleolus






It's starting to take shape.















Voila - a plant cell!






Plant and animal cells.


But before you can eat anything, kids, you need to find out the similarities and differences between the cells...







Then the compulsory photo opportunity.





Now...eat!!!







(Dog joins in by eating endoplasmic reticulum.)





Friday, 11 February 2011

That icky stuff (get the bag ready I'm going to be sick)

I guess it must be an American thing, for children to be a part of Valentines Day. Cos everywhere online at the moment I'm seeing kids and valentine mix and matched like odd, but coordinated socks.

I'm afraid that as a Brit I have to take issue with this. To me the combination of kids and Valentines Day (a day of romance and potential thong action in the bedroom) seems a tad...well...inappropriate? Don't you think? Even distasteful? For us Brits, you see, Valentines Day is definitely a couples thing.

You know. It's the one day of the year that you actually try and forget about the kids. A day when you try and deny you ever had them, however much they scream, vomit or throw Shreddies at you. Especially if they throw Shreddies at you. For a moment - in between the screaming and vomiting - you might even get a glimmer of your life BC (before children). Or not. Especially if you're more of a middle-aged-big-knicks sort of lass, rather than a thong-action youthful hussie. [Note: count me in the former classification]

Anyway. Hearts and Valentines and all that icky stuff isn't really my cup of tea. Not since I was 15 and convinced that I would be doomed to an eternity of acned lovelessness if I was the only girl in class not to receive a valentines card.

But you see what happens? Eventually after years of hunting, catching, and ditching the opposite sex while claiming your annual Valentines Day tat, you get hitched and have kids. And then you wonder what the heck all the fuss about a giant quilted bear-and-heart-offence-to-all-who-have-taste-card from Clintons was all about.

So, where am I going with this?

Well. I saw this 'making heart pockets out of magazines' thing on the fab Unplug Your Kids blog and, despite my momentary instinctive repulsion ("valentines-kids, kids-valentines - no that is SO wrong on so many levels") I did think it was a good blog post. And dare I say it, a nice craft activity. I use the word 'nice' here in a sort of pleasantly neutral tone.

I'll shut up now. The blog post is here . Check it out.

And please Americans, please please please. Please don't corrupt Valentines Day for us like you did with Hallow-bloody-een. Valentines Day is for grown-ups.

Next we'll be celebrating Inde-bloody-pendence Day and St-I'm-not-religious-but-I'll-have-a-guiness-and-dress-up-like-a-gnome-Patricks Day and ...
Oh! We already do the latter, don't we?
Well, you know us Brits. Any excuse for a party.

Just as long as we don't have to share it with the kids.

Friday, 4 February 2011

I'm a winner!

Thanks to Helen Yendall on her fab blog http://blogaboutwriting.wordpress.com/

a wonderful package of writing books arrived this morning.






Apparently I won the prize draw.


So no excuses for not writing now, eh?

Thursday, 3 February 2011

This is NO ORDINARY TABLE

People are often curious to know what home education involves.

From what others say, they imagine that we have a timetabled day.

They imagine that we start the day with the children sat at the table, pens poised above their workbooks.

They imagine that I teach them maths and literacy and history; that I hire a tutor to come and teach them science and languages.

They imagine that my children sit at that table from 9am until 3pm, perhaps with a recreational break at lunch time.

I do try to keep a straight face. Honest. It's not their fault.

The truth is, if any of them saw our table they would realise, first of all, that it is not an ordinary table at all.

It is certainly NOT a table that you can sit at.

It is....

A Home Educator's Table.














Other home educators will know what I mean when I say that. But for those who think that a table, is, well, simply a table, I will do my best to explain.

First of all, if you wish to see my table up close, there are obstacles to overcome.

The mop bucket

















The dead plant













A car sun shade














The vacuum cleaner (not really my area of expertise)
















Discarded clothing belonging to other people's children













Wellies for three-legged children













A metal detector














The old vacuum cleaner bag awaiting dissection to rescue accidentally-vacuumed precious items
















At last we reach the table.

There are signs of educational activity. A Chinese Pagoda, perhaps?









And the rest of it












A Pokemon book













An enameled casserole dish awaiting some potentially useful purpose other than a casserole dish












Hama beads and Lego














Hama beads awaiting ironing.
ooops. I seemed to have knocked the table...









Weapons made from loo roll tubes.











Daylight lamps for those who want to beat the living version of it out of people if they don't get enough of it.














King sized masking tape













A theodolite.
(No, don't ask....Really, don't ask.)














A boot brush.














A printout from wikipedia of Bertholt Brecht's 'The Caucasion Chalk Circle'. (And a basket of assorted items, including the inside tube of a cone of wool and a plastic carrier bag)













A plastic coke bottle containing dried popcorn.











A stick












An adaptor plug thing and a marker pen.
















A thing for squishing paper (and fingers) into pretty indented patterns.















Fishing line










A temperature sensor for a weather station clock that doesn't work










A 'useful jar' . Possibly for putting burst balloons in (think Winnie-the-pooh's birthday present to Eyeore)














And an electrical testing thingimajig






So, you see. I have let you into the inner sanctum of The Home Educator's Table.

If you think my children sit at a table all day. Think again.