For me, yesterday was good practice in the art of letting go. This probably means yesterday was a day in which the kids could just be. It's a shame that we're so often at odds, parents and children, so that the days they're the most themselves are the days I'm trying so hard not to push them into my idea of what they should be.
So, some letting go/just being in pictures?
(1) We stamped up some gift bags for an egg hunt we're hosting this week, whenever the weather finally clears up. Does it really matter that the bottom of the bag is stamped? Or that the colors are mixed around? Or that some bags are fully covered in ink while others received a cursory stamp or two? Or that a "thank you" stamp got mixed in the bunch and added to a few bags? Or that Lucy ended up kissing a stamp pad and ended up with a curiously red mouth?
(2) We made some Easter decorations with some of their favorite art supplies: sequins, glue, stickers. Did it have to be done at the table? Did it matter that sequins were everywhere?* Was it a big deal when stickers stopped going on eggs and started going on faces?
peterphoto: Thomas caught the egg plague, for which there is no vaccine
(Lucy came over with a few egg stickers on her face and asked me if I wanted "owie sores" too. Peter said, "it's like Moses, Mama." Poor Thomas caught the plague, too.)
(3) Lucy made her own bunny costume, complete with a bunny mask. She'd asked me to help, and I started cutting out a bunny mask - you know: oval face, cut out circle eyes. Yet! She'd already drawn a mask and instructed me to cut it out and tape it to her nose and chin. Really, who am I to argue?
Other highlights from yesterday:
Lucy woke at 4:30 a.m. and fell asleep on the rug in the middle of storytime. I hope Miss Kristin doesn't take offence.
We dropped off some treats for the librarians in celebration of National Library Week. I really can't say enough about how wonderful the librarians are, and it was so nice to let the kids gift them with chocolate cake and some splatter-paint notes and some candy we'd just picked up at the Co-op.**
Lucy barnstormed the librarian's office with her gifts, handing off bags and talking all about the notes and art projects and treats. She ended her discussion with, "and this is my jacket, and this is my shirt," and then hoped the librarians would share a piece of cake with her. I have no clue where Lucy gets her outgoingness.
*Well, it kind of matters. That baby eats everything, you know.
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