The end is in sight, and I have a bad case of STA (short-timers attitude). As I type there is a trampoline in my living room, legos on the floor, magnetic letters scattered across the table and various other toys and dress up clothes scattered from one end of the floor to the other downstairs. I don't even want to look upstairs.
I am beat and as long as he wasn't destroying the house he got to do what he wanted without (too much) nagging from me today.
Until he started whining, incessantly, over something ridiculous. So ridiculous I don't even remember what it was. So I dug down deep into my bag of tricks which is almost empty after two weeks and then remembered I had the stuff to make Play Clay.
I split the recipe in thirds (ish) before adding the coloring so I could get three colors. All we have on hand is regular liquid food dye, and I added a bunch.
And of course with red, yellow and blue you can make secondary colors and mix in a science (or is it art) lesson on color mixing.
Yeah, I know they aren't in the right order. You try to stage a photo while an almost 5 year old is grabbing your props away from you. Enough learnin' kid, go play!
He started with some basic rolling and cutting. And then decided the Cars needed to play.
"Lightening and Mater go through the mud, then the rocks, then the volcano to get to the tower in Paris to see Finn." I did not know there was a volcano in Paris, did you?
Meanwhile Mommy made this truly awe inspiring ultra realistic blue bunny.
Is anyone else craving ice cream now? Bourdeaux Cherry and Chocolate for me.
I know you are thinking my sculpting skills are as incredible as my drawing skills. I promise to let you know when MoMA and I work out the details for an exhibit.
Meanwhile, my son keeps me humble.
Me: What did I make?
J: Uh, a snail?
So, was the hour of whine free quiet occupy himself play time worth all of this mess?