The day began on a boring note with some administrative tasks, like laundry and dishes, plus an eye doctor appointment (but we don't need glasses so it was totally worth it.) Oh, and a fire ant bite, but an ice pack and an episode of Arthur took care of that.
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.
After the toy rescue mission was complete, we just played with some ice because why not?
The obvious choice of post-activity snack time was ices. Iced are such mess. I don't care how old you are, there really is no way to gracefully eat an ice pop. So again, just wipe your hands on your shorts and keep moving.
Post-ices, we hammered.
Finishing up yesterday's painted board project, we leaned the proper way to hold a hammer, position nails and how to not bang the hammer on your own fingers or those of the person holding the nail. We're like a construction crew. We channeled Bob the Builder, and even a little bit of Wendy. We should make YouTube videos.
Once the hammers were put away and safety had been restored, we turned our wood pieces into string art. We used some yarn we found on the clearance rack to wind around the nails, ending where you started, and tying a tiny knot to edge it off. The wood art ended up being pretty cute but my favorite part is that we learned to safely hammer nails. It's a skill, and now we have it. Maybe we can build our own playhouse in the backyard next?
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.
The little can now lives on the counter. I'm can't wait until the next little person comes up to me with big sad eyes and says I'm bored, because I will show them the can. Can meet kid, kid meet can.
Are you a Mom?
Of course you are,
your shirt is dirty :)