Happy Saturday! Just wanted to leave you with a silly picture I made of my son inspired by Richard Scarry's illustrations in I am a Bunny. This was one of my favorite books when I was a wee one, and fortunately my son loves it too! Have a wonderful day!
Thursday, May 9, 2013
I don't remember where I saw the recipe for this, but I decided to make cornstarch and soap play dough.
What you'll need:
soap (we used Dial brand Pomegranate & Tangerine 7.5 oz bottle)
a tray and toys of choice (this is how we choose to play)
After my son got tired of pumping the soap I took the top off so he could just pour it in the bowl.
At this point I took over mixing for my son. The mixture turned into a frosting like consistency, then my son added more cornstarch. It then turned into a dough. It was totally different than play dough. It felt silky like soft toffee without the stickiness. It smelled lovely.
We played for over an hour.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Today we explored seeds...
Sunflower, Pumpkin, Avocado and various Beans
We used a lovely book by Dianna Hutts Aston and Sylvia Long as reference...
A Seed Is Sleepy
We love this book, it is beautifully illustrated.
Things We Learned....
Seeds can be all different shapes and sizes.
Other Things We Experienced...
My son trying his first sunflower seed. (He loved it!)
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
I am home today... My son has been very sick. It started last Friday night. My son was at my Mom and Dad's house (she picks him up from school on Friday's so he can play with his cousins who are currently staying at my parents house). We had planned for a date night, and he was going to stay the night. My sister calls me about six o'clock in the evening and says I should probably come and get him because he had just woke up from a nap and was crying uncontrollably. She could not get him to calm down. So I grab my purse, jumped in the truck, and am there in about seven minutes.
On the way there I called my son's dad. He was on his way home from work. So instead of coming home, he headed to my parents house and beat me there by two minutes. He had calmed down once he saw his dad. My sister said he felt like he was running a fever and sure enough, I felt his forehead and he was burning up.
So we took him home. I checked his temperature once we got home, it was 101.5. Great, so home we stayed all weekend. I could never get his fever to break. At one point on Sunday, it was 103.5. So yesterday I called and made an appointment with the doctor. I went to work and his dad went on ahead and took him to see the doctor. Diagnosis....strep throat.
So I took today off so he can rest and I can administer his medicine. (His fever finally broke last night.)
Luckily I have a stack of new reads from the library on hand. Trust me, reading stories aloud is a great way to keep your sick child entertained. It's a great alternative to television, especially when resting is top priority! So we have been reading stories, and lots of them!
My son's most requested book has been Sally Sutton's Demolition. It's a book featuring machines and their role in building demolition, recycling materials and the building of a park. At the end of the story is a page listing facts about the machines that were featured in the story. My son now wants a mobile crusher. (Just thought you would like to know!) We have read it so much that my son can point to the machines throughout the book and give me a general synopsis of what each one does. Have you read this one?
Monday, May 6, 2013
I feel sad for her, though I respect her point of view. I just don't feel the same way she does.
I can't imagine not painting with my son, or playing in a big tub of shaving cream. I can't imagine not watching my son splash in the water and play in the mud. I'm the mom who has four boxes of cornstarch and two boxes of food coloring in her pantry waiting for the next play inspiration.
I did hours and hours of "research" when I found out I was expecting. After reading many wonderful articles and many wonderful blogs, there were two things that really stood out for me. One was reading aloud to my son and the other was the importance of play.
Life does get in the way. I work full time and sometimes I don't feel like coming home and making a mess.
Though I must remember that my son will be little for only a short time. These are the most important years. The years he may not remember, but I will.
I want to remember his little fingers swirling around in vibrant colors of paint.
I want to remember the delight on his face when he shows me his finished masterpiece.
I want to remember the squeals of laughter when jumping through puddles.
I want to remember cleaning tiny but dirty hand prints off the white walls in our living room.
I will never forget because I promise to provide my son with fun and messy play whenever possible.....
Sunday, May 5, 2013
Hello! I know that it's been awhile... Loads and loads of stress from work, personnel changes and such (still doing three jobs)... All I feel like doing when I get home is relaxing with my family. I'm also behind on my blog reading and commenting. So everyone that has stopped by to read and comment on my ramblings....I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I promise I will catch up.
My little guy is sick again... Which means we have spent this whole weekend inside. We relaxed on the couch all day yesterday. I think we watched more television yesterday than we had the whole month of April. At about 7:30 last night I hear a little voice ask, "Mama, I want to make a snowman."
My first reaction is to say no. It's May, it's ninety degrees outside... It's Arizona... Winter is over.... Who makes a snowman in May? I can think of a million excuses...Then I thought about it... My poor little guy was running a high fever all day, and he actually felt like doing something. He was really excited about this. So, I said okay.
"Mama, I want to make my snowman with buttons." So after cutting the body and finding the perfect paper for the background I pull the jar full of buttons out of the cabinet. This delights my son immensely, he loves my collection of buttons. I pour some in a glass bowl then hunt down the pipe cleaners for the arms.
"Mama, I want a blue hat and blue eyes." So, I cut a hat out of blue construction paper, and he picks his blue eyes from our collection of googly eyes. Now we are ready to assemble the snowman.
This is his project and his idea, not mine. He takes the bottom of the snowman, tips the glue to get it flowing.... after the glue starts to pool I say, "I think that is enough glue."
"No Mama, I need lots of glue." After that statement, I bit my lip and didn't say anything else. I just let him create. I helped him with the snowman's body placement, only because he asked. Otherwise, he did everything else. He even methodically put a dot of glue for each button placement down the snowman's body.
He was so proud of the finished product. He couldn't wait to show his dad who was at the grocery store when all this art making commenced. I'd like to think that it was more than an art project, it was an idea we made happen. It was a process, his process, and it was amazing to watch his idea transform into something concrete.
I love that childhood is magic, where a snowman can be made in May in Arizona in ninety degree weather. It was perfect.