Exhibit A: Ainsley walking on the balance beam. Look at her body language. She's just strolling along there, chatting to the teacher.
It was actually a funny conversation. The teacher had asked another student who was wandering around in a daze if she was lost. Being three years old, Ains had to tell her that *she* wasn't lost, she'd come here with her mother and her mother knew how to drive, so she knew she wasn't lost, and she'd recognized the building as soon as we'd pulled in, and then when she came in, she'd recognized the teacher, so she *knew* she wasn't lost. Ad infinitum.Hannah's class didn't fare much better, but she and her cousin got their synchronized balance beam walking down.
What I'm trying to say is, we *needed* that gym free time to get some energy out. An added bonus was that Gray got to be on the other side of the white fence today. No more watching his sisters get to play on the equipment without him while he had to be content throwing cars through the fence.
The block pit at the end of the long trampoline was a favorite, naturally.Keeping an eye on three kids in a crowd of thirteen wasn't easy. Gray would be on one side of the gym while Ains would be on another.
Luckily, Hannah made it easy. She and her cousins stuck together like glue. Every time I turned around, they were together - always on a different piece of equipment, but together, which meant that my sister could keep an eye on Hannah while keeping an eye on her own kids.There they are.
And there.
And there.
And there's Gray.
There they are again.
And again.
And there's Gray.
And Ains moving so fast you can barely see her.
And Gray again.
I don't know if I'll be able to keep him on the right side of the fence at our next class. Once you get a taste of the good life ... especially if it involves a trampoline and a crawl tunnel ...
Each little matchbox house holds a fairy doll. Or an elf. They don't have wings.
I just used what I had on hand for the dolls - flower petals from a broken dollar store lei, tiny fake roses in the Creation Station box, pipe cleaners, 1/2" beads (wish I'd had smaller ones), and thread. Oh, and a tiny googly eye on the back of one of the houses.
The houses were also made with what I had on hand - felt, ribbon, and sparkly confetti mostly.
This one I made using some nature stuff that I had on our nature table - pine needles for the door, a pinecone piece for a window, and some moss for the fairy's skirt.
This one was my personal favorite - a little toadstool fairy. The girls wanted me to make the fairy inside all blue so that it would be a smurf, but I disappointed them.
Already the girl's fairies are getting some good play in while the others are getting ready to be shipped to homes around the country.
This one's an easy, rewarding craft. I didn't make the fairies pillows or blankets like Trixi on
First we grabbed a piece of construction paper. No drab, realistic browns for my girls. Pink was the order of the day. We cut a four inch strip off the top, folded it in half and cut a butterfly wing shape.
Then we put a drop of paint on one wing and closed the wings to make symmetrical dots - blobs, really - on each side.
While the paint was drying, we cut leaf shapes out of the remaining portion of paper...
and used a few pipe cleaners to give our clothespins antennae and legs.
Ainsley pulled one of those "Wow. Really!?!" moments when she turned her leaf over and drew two circles on it. "What is that?" I asked. "It a capillar in a cocoon," she answered, "when I turn over leaf, there will be a buttuhfy." All right, then.
When the butterflies were dry, we put them on our leaves with the wings folded up,
and then with the wings flat,
to show why butterflies keep their bright markings on the top of their wings.
Cute craft, and educational too! Probably not what Ms. VanCleave *or* Ms. Stephanie had in mind, but at this house, 'tis what you get. It's the stage we're in. Please tell me it will pass.
Put the jar on the plate upside down to show that little, if any, water goes into the jar. Take the jar back off the plate.
Light the newspaper on fire and quickly, but gently, put the upside-down jar over the newspaper so that the flame is inside.
And there you have it.


Maybe I'm just being paranoid.

Heroes always get the girl.
Becoming Grandmother Winter for another.
Becoming "such a busy Mommy".
Realizing it's a hard knock life. For them.
Putting away Thanksgiving crafts,
and toys. (Sooo simple to make, this one. We also made a gingerbread man and Hannah's lobbying for a snowman.)
Drawing mazes for each other.
Making cinnamon-applesauce ornaments.
And repurposing felted wool sweaters into children's mittens.
Again, these were so easy. I used the sleeve cuffs as the ends of the mittens, so I didn't have to hem them.
Trying to make an advent calendar -
that's not turning out quite like I'd hoped.
Fairy dancing. Which is not unique to December days, for sure, but they are currently Sugar Plum Fairies, so ...
The snow has come - though it's not deep enough to play in - and the wind and cold are here. We're making do in the house.