This week, with co-op cancelled with the threat of impending snow, we ventured out to the aquarium. Two days earlier, we’d slid and skidded our way home when the storm hit during a birthday party in town. I tell you, I grew up in snow and cold but this ice business is foreign. I barely made it up the hill on the way home, sliding and sliding. So Tuesday, we ventured out again and this time the threatened storm didn’t materialize. We had a fun afternoon and got to see the new penguins there. So fun!
Today, we made valentines. Valentines boxes, craft paper, tape, and cardboard are still scattered across the house, despite our best attempts to contain it. I’ve decided this valentines business is for the birds. So. Much. Work. I don’t do paper crafts! Ruby’s still painting hers, but so far Elliot has a clothes dryer, Pierce has a rocket, Sterling has a military tank, and Charlotte made a hippopotamus. I helped as minimally as possible except to provide materials. Liberty assisted in the making of Elliot’s box. It has a Clorox wipe container inside cut down to size for the dryer drum and the wipes lid makes up the door. Fabric is glued to the “door” to make it look like clothes inside. She swiped my sample of again and a lotion bottle got my detergent label to complete the setup. Liberty made it up herself. I’m thoroughly impressed.
Ruby was painting her box – Elliot thought paint sounded fun. So… she painted an empty milk jug. What she plans to do now with her creation, I do not know. Her hands though, we’re impresive. I’m not sure if the milk jug or her hands bear more paint.
These have been fun, memorable days. Except for valentines. That’s just torture. My poor children show up to co-op for their valentines parties with boxes that they created – and they’re so proud. But they are so far from picture perfect, it’s not even funny. I’m torn between guilt that I don’t get involved to help them achieve supposed perfection and pride that they are determined and driven to make them themselves. I’m going to go with pride… that at least I didn’t have to get involved.