It seems I haven't been here since Purim, so I'll get you caught up quickly. Pesach came and went and then Shavuot showed up, for three whole days. Some guests just don't know when to leave. And then a few weeks after that brings me to this past Friday, the last day of school.
And now it's today. Opening day at Camp Mommy.
I really do feel like I want to share our packed-with-fun daily schedule but I'm just so tired. So tired. So in far fewer words than would be expected but many pictures, here was day one.
The 'Special Activity' of the day was baking, so I guess that makes today Baking Monday and we'll do it again next week. Man, I am so ahead of the game, next Monday morning is already penciled in.
We divided up into two boy/girl teams. Each team got a recipe and a lot of hand-holding. They read the directions, they learned fractions (I'm looking at you 1/2 and 3/4) and they took turns mixing and pouring. There was excitement, music, drama and dancing, and (drum roll please) there was the cracking of eggs. The kiddies have been begging to crack eggs on their own for eons now but ugh, I kept putting them off because what a mess. And I was right. Big time mess. Like, holy heck, how does one egg make it across the floor and nowhere near the bowl? Who knows? No one. Not even the egg cracker himself. But it did.
We learned about dropping cookie batter onto the pan from a spoon versus using your hands to roll cookie dough balls, we discussed how hot the oven might get and we debated the merits of preheating the oven.
And twelve years later, we had cookies.
We taste tested.
And they were good.
A while later, we made some monster art. I would explain it all from start to finish, but thanks to the good people at Deep Space Sparkle, I don't have to. Please check it out, it's just such a good website.
Each camper was surprisingly creative and not complainy.
Here, in no particular order, are our monsters:
Finally, we spent a block of time where each kid had time on the computer, time to work on some math (summer slide, you are not welcome at my door) and time to for a piano lesson.
I found these free (free!) piano lessons. And it only took me four viewings to learn to play the song Hot Cross Buns. The kids learned too but honestly, I'm most proud of myself. I am so not musical and now I can play a whole song. We also can't stop saying Hot Cross Buns. Hot Cross Buns.
Incidentally, we also discovered that Buns, from our Hot Cross Buns (I can't stop!) song also means tushie. And the people of the land rejoiced in their new-found knowledge.
I promise to try and come back tomorrow.
Are you a Mom?
Of course you are,
your shirt is dirty :)