We studied Bernoulli's principle as a supplement to the Air Environment chapter on wind. Bernoulli's principle explains pressure changes in the flow of fluid, but also works with air. It's one of the main components of flight, and explains some of the mysteries around wind, such as why the roof can blow off your house in a hurricane or tornado.
But first, we play a mean trick on the big kid:
We have several of these Steve Spangler windbags that are specifically used for demonstrating Bernoulli's principle. To start the demo, I gave each kid a windbag and asked her to fill it with air. The thing about homeschooled kids, though, is that they're always going to some sort of hands-on museum or festival or program or workshop, and so half the time whatever you try to demonstrate, they've already done it fourteen times.
In this particular case, it seemed that the little kid had played with windbags somewhere that the big kid hadn't, and she knew that there was a trick. Here's the big kid's face when the little kid asked her if she wanted to be taught the trick:
I'm guessing her answer was a no...
So in this demo, the big kid unwittingly played the part of the rube who tries to blow up the entire windbag with only her breath--
--until she got lightheaded and had to admit defeat:
Here's her noticing that while she was huffing and puffing unsuccessfully--
--her little sibling has managed to fill her windbag to the brim!
The trick, of course, is to use the pressure difference to fill the windbag for you. Instead of holding the opening of the bag to your mouth like a balloon, open it wide and hold it away from your mouth a bit. Blow a slow, steady stream of air into the bag. The moving air has lower pressure than the still air, but all air wants to be even, so the still air will move into that area of low pressure, where you will trap it inside your windbag.
Another word for magic is science!
As you can probably tell from the lousy quality of my photographs, it was a lousy day outside, which means that we couldn't do our next activity, gross motor geometry, out in the wide-open space where it's meant to be.
Rarely do I wish that I worked in a school environment, but we sure could have used a nice, big gymnasium for this!
The idea is that after the kids have filled several windbags (a handy way to practice their new skill!), you can challenge them to build a giant structure using the bags and rubber bands to tie the ends together. Building the largest self-supporting structure possible would be a terrific engineering activity, but since we had to work in the family room OR in the pouring rain, I challenged the kids to build geometric solids:
Building them with the proper supports to hold themselves up would be another good challenge! As it is, though, the way that they collapse leads to interesting explorations in how the shapes might be folded or otherwise manipulated.
The more room you have for this, the better, but nevertheless, I think you can see why it's such a great gross motor activity!
As you can tell, the little kid, my active one who loves hands-on and sensory projects more than anything, absolutely LOVED this demonstration. It's a helpful reminder to me that however much effort it takes to create these types of immersive activities, an engaged and joyful child is worth it.
Interested in more hands-on meteorology activities? Here are some more that were a big hit with both kids:
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And then we started home, sightseeing all the way.
I mean, really. You can't drive right past the Niagara Falls without stopping to take a look!
We stayed the night on the Canada side, and we tried to explore the town, but... my, it's a VERY tourist-friendly location! Go-carts and haunted houses and T-shirt shops and Ripley's and ferris wheels and towers and hotels and water parks and restaurants and arcades and wax museums and bumper to bumper traffic and more people than the sidewalks could possibly hold. I can handle national parks and historic sites and museums and zoos and hikes and people-watching. I cannot handle tourist traps and giant crowds of tourists.
We parked on the veeeeery edge of the tourist traps and walked the Riverwalk past the Rainbow Bridge to an overlook of the Niagara Falls, thus avoiding 99% of the tourist-heavy areas--turns out that there were far fewer tourists actually looking at Niagara Falls than there were doing go-carts and haunted houses!
We stayed past sunset and into the night, because I wanted to see the fireworks. I did know that they made the Niagara Falls tacky after dark, but I wasn't quite prepared for what that would look like:
The fireworks were spectacular, though, if equally tacky when you consider their location:
The next morning, my plan was that we'd do either Hornblower or Maid of the Mist, as we did the last time we were at Niagara, but the kids, perhaps as tired of tourists as I was, both vetoed the idea. We had seen the long lines for Hornblower the previous night, so that probably had much to do with their reluctance. Instead, we crossed the Rainbow Bridge back to the US, paid admission to Niagara Falls State Park, and parked on Goat Island to do some hiking.
Ahhh... much better!
You get a better view of the Falls from the Canada side, but you can get much closer on the US side!
There were lots of tourists by the best lookouts, but we passed very few people as we hiked to Three Sisters Islands and back:
This is exactly one photo of everyone with their eyes open, out of approximately 400 that I took of them with a varying amount of eyes squeezed shut. There was even a tourist behind me, shouting at the kids, "Just hold your eyes open for a minute! A nice picture is worth it! Come on, do it for your Mom!"
We spent the entire morning at Niagara Falls State Park, then drove over to the Theodore Roosevelt Inaugural National Historic Site just before they opened with their wonky Sunday hours. I was ambivalent about this one, but the fact that we were right there, and that it had a Junior Ranger program, were our deciding factors.
It was... well. It was right there. It has a Junior Ranger program. It was also awfully expensive for what we got, and the guided tour was less than half-hearted, although my partner's excuses that our tour guide was perhaps new and super nervous did not fly after I noticed that he had no problem gregariously flirting with the woman working the front desk. My own guess is that the tour guides have a script, and this particular tour guide has discovered that if he rattles out the script as quickly as possible, and leaves no room for anyone to ask questions, then he can get his tours over with and get back to flirting.
Anyway, here's one interesting photo from the inside:
And here's one interesting photo from the outside:
Fortunately, the thing that I most wanted to do in New York is also right there. We went back to Penn Dixie!
It's my favorite spot to search for fossils, and if we lived nearby, I'd be there every day. As it is, I purchased a family membership so that we could make the most of our limited time by staying after they'd closed to the public. Seriously, you move your car outside of the gate and then they just leave you there. It's quiet and lovely, and you can dig away as happily as you please.
There's me, happy as a trilobite scuttling in the mud on the bottom of the shallow ocean floor!
My partner wanted to get Buffalo Wings for dinner because, you know, Buffalo, but I had zero interest in that food, and so I convinced him to take the kids off to a Daddy-Daughter Buffalo Wing Dinner while I stayed all by myself at Penn Dixie. It was the first time I'd been alone since Halifax. The area was completely absent human and traffic noises, and I blissfully wandered here and there, digging for a while in one spot and finding beautiful things, and then another, finding yet more beautiful things. If it was just me I'd have fetched my sleeping bag from the car and stayed there all night, so that I could begin again at first light, but alas, as soon as the light began to fade my family came back for me, an order of baked potato skins in tow, and we went to our hotel so I could eat them and watch Princess Bride.
And the next day, we went home.
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They're really sullen, for a really large amount of time.
When they're not sullen, they're, like, ON, enthusiastic and crazy and boisterous and kind of like toddlers in that they want you right that second. If you miss that second, they're gone. I'm not always great at getting into the connection zone when my kid needs that, because I'm an introvert and people, even my own kids, sometimes, are hard.
So, yeah. You've got to be open to them the second that they decide that they want to connect, for that full second that they want it, even if it's super intense, and you've got to be constantly looking for other ways to connect. And since they're older, it's nice to find ways for you to connect as people, not just parent and kid.
Since one of the things that you can almost guarantee that a teenager will love is risk-taking, one guaranteed way to connect with them is to join in with them and do something adventurous.
Like this:
This is the CN Tower. It's 1,815 feet tall, the ninth tallest tower in the world and the tallest free-standing structure in the Western Hemisphere. On the roof of the restaurant, 1,168 feet up, there's an outside pathway called the Edgewalk. If you've got a teenager who loves big adventures and perceived risk, and you're fairly chill and you want to connect with her, you can sign up to strap yourself to a BUNCH of safety equipment and walk all the way around the CN Tower.
On the outside. No railing.
Of COURSE we did it!
Matt and Syd dropped us off bright and early on our last morning in Toronto, and they went off to safety of the children's museum. Will and I took advantage of the early morning and zoomed our way through the security line (when we left just a few hours later, the line was soooooooo long!), and met the rest of our group.
Will was the only kid in our group, and so chill that the staff kept checking in with her, asking questions designed to see if she really wanted to be there or if I was making her (which sounds awful, but after the walk, as we were stripping out of our gear, there was a teenager in the next group who literally got caught trying to flee. It apparently happens!). Finally I hissed, "Start showing some enthusiasm! They think I'm holding you hostage!"
She remained by far the most mellow person in our group, but at least stopped acting like she was there under duress. I swear, the whole thing was her idea! There was another couple there, for whom one of them the Edgewalk WAS a surprise. I eavesdropped on them as the guy was trying to tell the woman that he didn't want to, and the woman was all, "Oh, come on! Just yesterday you were bragging about all the times you went rappelling!" Oops!
For those who are already freaking out about just the idea of walking around outside the top of a giant tower, you might be mildly reassured to learn that there are probably more safety systems than astronauts have. We all got subjected to a metal detector and a pat-down. I had to take out the single hoop earring that I've worn continually since I was probably sixteen; it was so old and brittle that it broke, poor thing. No watches, no wedding rings. Every one of us, even Will, took a breathalyzer. We zipped up into a full jumpsuit, and the necklaces that our locker keys were on were locked onto carabiners at the back of each jumpsuit. We had to let them pull hard on our shoes, and if the shoes came off when they pulled, we had to borrow a pair of lace-up shoes that wouldn't pull off. We were helped into a harness, and every person who walked by, I feel like, checked that harness, as often as not finding a way to tighten it one more millimeter.
We rode an elevator to the top, got our harnesses checked another couple of times, and then we were strapped to an overhead track. The track ran a continuous course out the door, around the entire tower, and back inside where it curved around. Once you were hooked in you simply walked the course of the track. We were hooked by a static rope to a carabiner in the front of our harness. The rope was a specific length, so you couldn't fall far, and the carabiner attaching it to our harness was locked, and then a staff member zip-tied the lock so that you couldn't fiddle with it, and then he cut the ends of the zip-tie off so that you couldn't fiddle with THAT. On the back of our harnesses, where we couldn't reach it, we were strapped to another rope, this one with one of those devices that seat belts have, the kind that have plenty of give with a gentle pull, but that lock with a sharp pull. There is NO falling off the CN Tower!
I really liked observing the psychology of this activity. All of the staff members are super high-energy, enthusiastic, and positive, to buoy you into a positive frame of mind, if you weren't already there. They also keep the pace fast, with very little sit-and-wait time, so that you don't have a chance to get crazy inside your head. Our walk leader immediately learned all our names and used them often, so that we felt involved and taken care of. When we were all geared up, we walked through one public area on our way to our dedicated elevator, and our passage was announced by one staff member shouting, "Edge walkers coming through!" and then clapping, so that everyone nearby also clapped as we passed, feeling like total ballers. And when we were out on the very edge of the tower itself, 1,168 feet up, our walk leader kept us busy, alternating the walk with lots of different activities, most of which we did in turns so that everyone could support and cheer each other on--and so there was just enough peer pressure to perform!
Here's what it looked like, courtesy of our walk leader's GoPro:
And here's what it felt like to be 1,168 feet in the sky!
It was an awesome experience. Awe-inspiring. Magical. We saw cars the size of ants. Pedestrians that were tiny dots. Planes took off from a nearby runway, and we watched them from above. It was exhilarating for me, and even my chill kid was amped. She was fearless, and the walk leader commented several times that she just jumped right into every activity, never had to be cajoled, my bold, brave girl.
But did it work? Did we bond?
Yeah, I'd say we bonded:
Our Edgewalk tickets included VIP passes to the rest of the CN Tower, and that was perfect as Will and I only had a couple of hours to explore, so hopping to the front of every single long, long, LONG line was much appreciated. We saw it all!
This is from the SkyPod, a VIP observation point even higher than the standard observation deck. It's the only one that's above the Edgewalk, and you can look down and see them!
The standard observation deck is below the Edgewalk and the restaurant, BUT it has a glass floor--
--and an outside area that's enclosed by tons of screening. You can get a much better view if you just walk up a couple of floors and strap yourself to the track.
Eventually, Will and I tired of the crowds inside, and so hiked around downtown Toronto for a bit before we met up with everyone else:
Can you see the edge walkers?
There are some in the below photo, too, but I didn't zoom in, so they're the same tiny dots that we seem to them!
And just in case you think that we got away without doing anything else weird in Toronto, I need to tell you that after Matt and Syd picked us up, we drove over to the Poop Cafe for ice cream. I didn't bring my camera, which I regret, but yes, EVERYTHING was toilet-themed. The kids sat on toilets at our table, whereas Matt and I shared a poop-shaped couch. My waffle with peanut butter ice cream on top also featured a marzipan poop. Matt and the kids all got ridiculous milkshakes, with cookies or cotton candy stuck on top and sprinkles all down the side glued on with marshmallow. Like, SERIOUSLY ridiculous milkshakes, the kind that food bloggers make as a joke. It was absolutely nuts, and I'm 100% positive that we all staggered away with sugar poisoning.
Fortunately, all we had to do was rest our bellies in the car, because we were on our way to Niagara Falls!
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