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Maps and More


Briana has been asking me to show her how to read a real map for 2 weeks now.  Last week was her 4th birthday and in all of the preparations I did not plan an activity for the week – the first time since I started the blog that I didn’t do an activity (except holidays and vacations).  While she was happy with new toys to play with, Briana was still angry that we didn’t do an activity.  She made me promise on the way to school on Monday morning that we would definitely do a map activity after naptime.  I’m happy that she’s thirsty for new knowledge.

When the kids get up from their naps, I uphold my end of the promise and am ready to teach them how to read a real map.  They, however, insist that Barbie and Ken need new clothes on before we can start.  Apparently, learning about maps is a black tie affair in Barbie’s world.  Now we’re ready.

Directions
The first thing we do is to learn what directions are on a map.  I draw a star on the dry erase side of their easel and tell them that the star is where we are now.  Then I draw an arrow up and tell them that if we go up on a map, that is called North.  I put a big capital N at the top of the arrow.  I draw an arrow pointing down and tell them that down is called South.  We practice saying North and South.  Then I draw an arrow to the right and the kids both say “right” and Bree adds “r-r-right.  Draw an R there”.  I tell them that on a map, the right is called East and the left is called West.  We practice all of our new directional words, and then Abby erases the board so I draw it again, this time writing out all of the words.


Briana grabs the marker and draws a new line and asks what that line is called.  I tell her it’s called southwest.  I draw all of the lines in and Abby decides that she needs to write the letters over.  She makes a very respectable E.  We’ll only talk about the E. J


Compass
Then I move us on to seeing the directions in action.  I grab my new iPhone and show the kids the compass.  I tell each of them to walk and tell me what direction they are going by looking at what letter is written at the top of the compass.  They love this and Briana squeals that this is just how real pirates find buried treasure – with a compass!


We play with the compass until I start to fear for my new toy and decide to reclaim it from the kids.

The Map

FINALLY I get to the real map – a Rand McNally map that I keep in the car.

My dad instilled in me a love of maps.  I remember how my dad used to love getting a new Rand McNally map before any roadtrip and we’d lay it out on the dining room table and plan out our route.  The whole trip I’d try to ride in the front seat while my dad drove.  He’d let me put my feet up on the dashboard – a serious offense to my mom – and I’d lay the map out on my legs and try to follow along our route.  My dad would periodically ask what the next big city that we’d go through would be and I’d try to find out by consulting the map.  Then he’d ask how many miles until we got there.  I’d have to add up all of the tiny little mileage numbers on the route until the next big city.  Then he’d ask when I thought we’d get there.  I’d take the mileage and divide by our speed.  Then we’d see if I was right.  It really made the time go by when you’re holding your breath in anticipation for the last 5 minutes into any big city, hoping that the clock says what you’ve predicted.  I can’t wait to do the same with my girls, but alas I fear they will just glance up and the GPS and roll their eyes about my paper map.  But for now they are as excited as I am to really look at my map.  

I ask where they’d like to go.  “Texas!”  Bree screams.  We’ve been talking about roadtripping to Texas to visit the grandparents lately.  I point out on their placemat and again on the map overview where Ohio is and where Texas is.   They correctly tell me that we need to head “south and a little bit west”.  I started with the placemat because it was a simplified version in case the map itself was overwhelming, but neither girl is phased, so I put the placemat away and we just use the map ongoing.


We trace out multiple paths to Texas from Ohio. 

Then I tell them that the big blue lines represent highways.  “Life is a highway” sings Abby.  So we all sing some Tom Cochran while I have the girls find a highway path from Ohio to Texas.

Next we dive further into the map by opening a map of just Texas.  We find highway paths to get from Dallas to San Antonio and all around the state.  I have the kids read the highway number for the highway that we are “driving” on.  This is already more detail than I was expecting to be able to show them so I’m thrilled.

The kids then decide to jump to a new state.   Abby takes this literally and jumps on the map, asking “Where am I now?”.  Bree thinks this is hilarious and a new, destructive game is born. 


I allow them to turn the pages randomly and then scream “JUMP!” and jump on the pages (although I worry about the pages being ripped) because when they jump on, they ask me where they are.   I read the page and tell them which state, or on many occasions, states, they are now in.  We then consult the US map overview page and decipher how we jumped.  The kids love that they can make the “Biiiiggg West and then a South Jump” all the way from Michigan to California, and they follow up by jumping as far as they can to the left to reenact the first jump.  This kind-of baffles me since they found California by randomly flipping pages and then they jumped on it – but I guess in their imaginations they actually jumped from the previous location (Michigan) to California.  They are having fun and learning North/South/East/West so that’s fine by me.

When we finish we call my husband to see when he’s coming home from work.  He gets an earful of kids screaming about compasses and jumping states.  I love maps, and didn’t see this level of excitement coming.  While I cook dinner Briana sits down at the table – with a Barbie and Ken in their 3rd outfit for the day (Barbie ready for a night out on the town and I have no idea where Ken is going in a tuxedo top and jeans and his king crown, but I digress), and Briana teaches Barbie how to read a map.


I’m really excited for our next roadtrip now.  Even if we will really be relying on GPS’s instructions, we can have fun following along on the map.  As Abby sings, “Life is a highway…I want to drive it ON MY OWN.  Hey!”  Now, one day, she can - without getting lost.

<3 Pedigreed Housewife

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  1. I learned something about maps here. I never have been able to read the things. And the jumping states was laugh-out-loud funny.

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