First, we make books. I need to fold and sew up 17 blank books for the kiddo gift bags that I'm putting together. I'm periodically asked to make additional blank books for the girls, who are digging through my cardstock stash and apparently finding gold. Syd dictates a book that goes something like this: "Now a cat. Now a cow. Now a horsie. Now a pig," and Will dictates a book about a pony princess who sails the ocean in search of polar bears. Illustration is crucial:
The girls are working so happily that I sneak off into the study to stitch up my 17 blank books, yet something seems awry...
Obviously, what fun is a creative and engrossing activity engaged in on your own at the living room table, when you can run off into the study and squeeze into the three inches of space in between Momma and the wall and run little dinosaurs up and down her arms while she tries to sew?
We did books and blocks and lunch and nap after that. But while the baby (I can still call Syd a baby, right? She is only two-and-a-half) napped, Will and I made some melted crayons with a new mold that I got on big sale--I've been itching to try it out. Although I'm sure it's an enviromental nightmare, I LOOOOVE silicon baking molds. I don't actually bake in them, of course, but they're terrific for melting crayons:The mold comes out of the oven and separates from the crayon so easily that it's just pure happiness itself. You can't tell, but this mold is half pumpkins and half leaves. Will did all the pumpkins, which came out AWESOME, and I did fall colors, red/orange, orange/yellow, green/brown, with the leaves.
And so after an entire day, here's the party stuff so far:
We have all 17 blank books in the back, the birthday girl's birthday bunting, TWO birthday crowns in the making (Syd insisting upon her rights as the baby, I suppose), and some little tchochkes from Learning Treasures to fill out gift bags. Coloring pages made from the party attendees' names are still in process at my computer, manilla envelopes for the birthday girl to decorate for gift bags are with the birthday girl, the party music mix is being compiled in my itunes, and a citywide search is underway for the best price for Crayola 8-packs, on account of I do NOT use RoseArt.
And that's the party hero. Party foul--At 6:30 pm, getting ready for Soup Night at a dear friend's house, Will throws a big screaming fit so I, who am exhausted anyway, lie down on her bed and invite her to lie down with me and snuggle. She lies down, sings the continents song to herself a few times, plays with her fingers a bit, and falls soundly asleep. Apologetic phone call is made.
Curse you, Daylight Savings Time!!! Curse you, MyManMitch!!!