Childhood Observation

It was 9:45am on Tuesday, October 20th, 2015: The children were taking part in an art activity. On the piece of paper, each child had a drawn out bubble lettered number one. They were given each given four popsicle sticks and a small pile of glue. The teacher instructed them to use the paint brush to spread the glue out inside the number one and then place the popsicle sticks on top.

The topic I decided to observe is lack of focus in younger children. My observation was done at the Violet Elementary baseball field on May 4th. The practice was for a travel baseball team of boys at around the ages of 8 and 9.

The year was 1999 when we moved to Colorado from New Mexico. I was just a year old. My father recalls searching restlessly day and night to help support me and my mother. Coming to a new state was difficult; moving from basement to basement was their only option. Fortunately, a little after our arrival, my father found a job working construction and we were able to get a small apartment.Although small, it was still fulfilling in every way. Money was scarce at the time, as well as food. As he talks, he mentions a weekend night when he and I were spending some time together in the living room. I was a year old, and I was hungry. I decided to go to the kitchen and find some milk. When I made it to the kitchen, I opened the fridge. My father says,

Keep in mind it was way past our curfew and Haley’s mom wasn't home for any of this. She was at her boyfriend Gary’s house having a “Movie night” but we knew what they planned on doing. We got a few blocks away from the house when i started to have a panic or something attack because I thought my parents would find out and I knew it was a gateway drug and how I shouldn't even be there. After a few blocks we finally hit the courthouse and see the boys standing

For our child observation project, we interacted with a seven year old boy named Nolan.

I looked around and suddenly realized that I was surrounded by children. Watching the children's eyes full of expectations, body slightly sweat, and breathing heavily, I can not imagine a few years ago how annoying they are.

I was able to observe the oldest preschool classroom we have at the center I currently work at for one hour. The classroom has about 20 children, ranging from four to five-year-old’s. They are the classroom that gets the children Kindergarten ready. There are three teachers that work in the classroom: Teacher P., Teacher A., and Teacher J. The large group time started after the children went to the bathroom, about mid-morning. Teacher P. leads the group time and teachers A. and J. did room prep.

The student I chose for this case study is a young boy, who I will call Jessie. He was observed in a classroom at an Early Childhood Learning Center. Jessie is a 3.6-year-old boy. He is the only child on his maternal side. Jessie has black curly hair, brown eyes and he seems to be the average height for his age range. He loves going to the park, having books read to him and watching his favorite television program Bubble Guppies. Mary states her son is a loving boy that loves hugs and good praise when he does something good. According to Mary, he has an older sister and brother on the father’s side. Furthermore, she recalled Jessie’s dad telling her his daughter is developmentally

I will be observing a seven-year-old child for my project. What I have learned from being a parent and watching my kids as they grow up the social emotional, physical and intellectual changes that occur in children between birth and the end of adolescence are that they all progress at individual intervals from dependency to increasing individualism. Because these developmental changes may be strongly influenced by genetic factors and events during prenatal life, genetics and prenatal development are usually included as part of the built in parenting skills we all possess. When children are born they have no sense of fear but quickly develop a fear of what

Through out the observation both children were moving from place to place. The little girl would grab one toy then go find another one. She would play one type of activity then go back to building blocks. She would stack blocks and connect the rail road tracks for the train. For approximately 3 minutes or more the girl would stay fully engaged trying connecting the railroad tracks. She would forget that she was in a room full of other toys, for a moment I possibly thought she could be autistic because she was able to stay focused on one activity for a long period of time and not engage other children. Her fine motor skills were adequate for her age she was able to hold objects in her hand. While she was fascinated in putting together the railroad

I sit at school or amongst friends and I love to observe. I’m definitely a people watcher. I listen to thoughts and feelings and the way that people my age interact. It’s really fascinating actually. The variations in personalities and the manner in which people talk to others. Many personalities fit into the same categories. I guess that’s why those certain people tend to group together. The thing I notice most about people is their maturity level. Just in the past few years I’ve watched so many people’s maturity change so drastically. So I’ve had this thought, kinda like, how will these people do when they have to make their way in the world on their own. I’ve realized from experience, and from watching others, a statement that can be put as simply as: There comes a point in life somewhere between junior year of high school and sophomore year of college where you have to realize the world no longer, nor did it ever, revolve around you.

The next morning, I woke up and went on my usual routine of lying in bed for 10 minutes after my alarm started to ring. My eleven-year-old sister came in and said,”Brian! Get up!” I replied with,”No.” After she got out of my room, I turned off my

The story starts off when my brother, Holt and I were sprinting around the house, when we still lived in Louisiana. Holt was about three or four and I was 5 and it was right after Easter. Then my

It was a cold night, December 1st, 2015, my parents had left for the evening to run errands, or so we thought, and my siblings and I were beginning to get bored waiting on their return. More than two hours had passed and I was beginning to become very worried that something bad may have happened to them so I decided to text my mom. I grabbed my phone, and she had already texted me, “We are on our way home.” Relieved, I still wondered to myself why the errands had taken so long. I heard the garage door open into the house and clunk and pitter patter of something on the kitchen floor. To my surprise the errand they ran would be one that changed our lives as we knew it, and not only for us.

I was 4 years old. Being the eighth child born in my family, I never really had much attention. I didn’t have any early childhood friends. It seemed as if I were growing up alone, just I didn’t have to make my own meals. Well In the summer of 2004, My youngest sister was just born As Autumn and about half of winter passed over, it was the night of January 9th. My dad was at was at work and my mom was taking care of all the kids at home. The house, usually all rowdy, was quite different than normal. Instead of all of the others playing some board game or playing Hide-n-Seek, they were wandering the house trying to search for the source of a slight odor of smoke. There after a while of them searching, my mom, with my little brother on her hip, opened the hatched to the attic. The smell of flowed throughout the upstairs and that’s when we realized, the house was on fire. My mom called my dad and the fire department. All 10 of the kids rushed to the summer kitchen, only about six feet from the house. Right as the fire trucks raced into the yard and driveway, our helpful neighbors offered us a safer place(their house) to stay while they put out the fire. I wasn’t ready for this escalate of the event. I was wearing only boxers and I was so cold. We weren’t able to reenter the house so i had to improvise to the neighbors clothes which were a bit too small. After watching the house soon turn to flames with the firemen trying their best to get through