We didn't get to the fun stuff until after lunch, but when we did, even Josh had fun.
The other day, I froze water in shallow Tupperware containers and threw in a few toys from our container of crap. You, too, have a container of crap, right? You might not know that that is what it's called - but look around your house and you'll see it. It's the empty Costco sized pretzel container that is stuffed to the brim with all those little cheapo plastic toys kids pick up at birthday parties, Chuck E. Cheese outings and those awful prize buckets in school (hi teachers!). No one ever plays with those toys but the clutter-clearing-mommy better beware the wrath of the kid who finds his bestest favorite most beloved mini styrofoam airplane in the garbage can.
So yeah, those are the mini toys I froze in the water.
This afternoon, each kid got a frozen Tupperware, a spoon, some salt, a cup of water and a few drops of food coloring. Their mission? To melt, scrape and break up the ice and rescue their faithful toys that they never ever play with. By the time they were done, they were soaking wet, covered in caked on salt and stained with food coloring. A conscientious mother might have sent her children straight into a bath. I told mine to wipe their hands on their shorts and move along.
Post-ices, we hammered.
The last project of the day was mine. I've been looking around online at the never ending variations of "bored jars". And then I made my own from a washed out can of peaches and Popsicle sticks. I wrote one solo activity on each Popsicle stick, stuck them in the jar and slapped some stickers on the outside of the can. Perfect. Or as close to prefect as we're getting here today.