We have had the best time lately making these coffee filter prints.
The boys dribbled food coloring onto the coffee filters. Some of them got pressed together to make symmetric prints, but most ended up pretty random. They went through an entire container of coffee filters.
Then Noah picked out a few to string up in a garland.
And now we're all decorated for spring!
A word of warning, though: food coloring stains.
Half the fun for the boys was getting to use the normally off-limits food coloring, but I'm sure we could have used watercolors with equal success.
Several months back, when the boys were having a hard time cleaning up like I'd asked them to, I was inspired. I grabbed Nate's stuffed lamb, channeled Lamb Chop as best as I could, and had Flower ask them for me. Presto! The playroom was clean in no time. And ever since then I've been periodically bombarded with requests to "Make Flower talk! Make Flower talk!"
So now the boys are the ones making everyone talk. Nate, in particular, can give voice to just about anything. In the last few months he's made a puppet out of a spoon, a cube, a vast assortment of his stuffed animals, an equally vast assortment of matchbox cars, his toes, and, on one pointedly ignored occasion, his penis.
A good friend passed on her daughter's outgrown car seat to us, so we'll have one for Nate when Owen needs the convertible one he's in now. I thought we might put it to good use inside until then.
To make our Imagination Chair, I pulled out some foam stickies and some colorful string. (I did test the stickies first, and yes, they do come off of the fabric cover easily.) Then we set out to decorate
Courtesey of Noah--me imagining ice cream was the healthiest food on the planet and could be eaten for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Somebody once told me that my problems with keeping house stemmed from perfectionism. It made no sense to me at the time--if I'm a perfectionist, why do I allow things to fall apart so badly? But now I see it. They're always creeping up on me, the thoughts that since things will never look the way I want, I might as well not even try. Paralyzing perfectionism.
So at least with the blog, I'll let the perfectionism go. I had planned to go back and show every good picture and share some nice moments out of the last few weeks. But no. Just this:
I'm way behind on everything I want to write about--most especially the COUSINS! last week--but I had to skip to today. Today is a red letter day, for today, Noah finished his 5 bites of asparagus. And said, "Yum!" And allowed me to give him more. And ate that too.
Discarding the Christmas-colored sprinkles he puts on his oatmeal and the occassional lick of my lime sherbert, this marks the first time since toddlerhood that he has willingly eaten anything green. Has he really turned the corner? Cross your fingers for me.
Nate's favorite day is Monday. Every day he asks me what day it is, but if I tell him it's, say, Thursday, he corrects me. "No, it's Monday!" So when Monday does roll around, he is overjoyed.
"What day is it?"
"Today is Monday."
"Oh thank you thank you thank you thank you!!!!" (No amount of exclamation marks could overstate the 2 year old excitement here.)
What will he think of Mondays in, oh, 20 years? We shall see.
I'm Noah, 7.5 years old. I get into trouble with my brother Nate, 5 years old. And my brother Owen, he's 2, but I don't get into very much trouble with him, so he's better. And I have a good Mom and Dad. My mom's 36 right now and my dad's 37.