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I have been a bit obsessed with tape lately. I found out about Japanese Washi Tapes and spent hours drooling over the patterns and colors. The washi tape is simply beautiful but a bit too precious for most of the kid projects. I did splurge and get a few rolls but hid it from my little crafters, which means… I will now forget where I put it and it will be missing for upwards of a year! What works great for my boys is this colored masking tape, in big, cheap, sticky, bright rolls. Oh so FUN! I bet you will see it popping up a lot around here.
This project was inspired by a four-year old friend of ours and his super cool vinegar baking soda rockets. Every time we visit his house he has a new space ship made from recycled bottles and cardboard.
We crafted our small rockets from cast off Play Dough jars. We make most of our own “fun dough” but somehow we still manage to collect quite a few of these cool little containers. Next we tackled a big orange juice container rocket and it fit a whole bunch of astronauts and friends inside.
Yesterday at our house, plastic bottles got new lives as – Toy Rockets!!
5,4,3,2,1, Blast OFF!
Leaning there against the beach house was the most beautifully carved stick – with the bark carefully carved off in stripes, the ends whittled into perfect points. There waiting just for ME – the proverbial Y!
While boys ran off playing here and there in the sand making friends, I sat on my towel thinking of the letter Y.
A hodgepodge of thoughts on the letter Y…
Y as in YES. I should try to say “YES” more often! My days are overly fraught with no, NO and *@%# NOOOOO!
For instance… YES you can bang my computer with a hammer, YES you can chase the chickens wielding a giant stick, YES you can have ice cream every day, and YES you can stay up till midnight blowing that shrill whistle in my face.
The word WHY, spoken as Y. Have I mentioned that I have two four year olds? The word Y blasts through my ears with the pitch and frequency of a smoke detector in need of new batteries.
And lastly Y chromosome. The wonder of nature that makes these beings that are male, that are boys, testosterone filled all the way up to their sweet little eyeballs. That Y energy, flowing through their bodies with such force that I would not blink if they raced to the moon and back before lunch. Yelling the entire way, “No,I’m first!”.
And of course there would be a herd of mothers following behind yelling “GENTLE”.
I traced their hands on the back and wrote the date.
I drilled a hole in the tree trunk and made a little blue bird in a nest out of paper clay to make it just a little more fun. I have a feeling the little bird will be plucked from its nest pretty quick despite the turbo glue I used to set in there but I couldn’t resist! Still working on those sweaters!
I looked out the window and I thought the child was playing with a frog, but the frog seemed to flutter a bit. It was in fact a fat little robin chick! Apparently having discovered a nest up in the rafters of the woodshed he had climbed the 7 feet of wood and SOMEHOW managed to smuggle the wee chirper out safely. He loves babies and was pretty certain he could keep this baby bird as his very own pet, “I’m its new Mama!”, he exclaimed. The fat little feathered robin seemed pretty calm about the idea but none the less I managed to pop him back in his nest. I was doubtful from my childhood experiences of trying to save baby birds that she would make it through the night. Amazingly the robin along with her two siblings seem to be thriving!! Now the child on the other hand was quite upset, he kept trying to get back up the wall of wood to the nest. So we used the computer as a resource to find out what kind of jobs a mama bird does and the little boy decided he did not want to collect 35 worms a day, or eat the baby’s poop to keep the nest clean. So last night I couldn’t help but make him a nest and baby robin of his own. I cut up strips of an old t-shirt to make “yarn” and crochet a thick little nest and stitched up a little felt robin that has its beak open wide.
Now that I am closer to forty I have learned a few things about myself.
I love to fix things, oddly I love to fix things with the wrong tools, think Macgyver (if you were old enough to remember that ridiculous show). I could use a nail file and 2 paper clips to diffuse a bomb for sure.
I love things that have “some assembly” required – honestly a good job for me would be putting together BBQ grills for Home Depot all day.
I love making lists. And I seriously love crossing things off lists. I will make the list longer just to cross things off that have already been done.
I also love to procrastinate. Love it, hate it, love it. But here is where the knowing myself better comes in – I know that from that procrastination usually comes something great. Because sometimes creating all the time can become a chore, when I get into a productive procrastination mode I usually make something that has been hanging in my head for a while. Something totally different. So today when I said – ZOE, TIME TO BUCKLE DOWN AND SEW UP THOSE SWEATERS!! Somehow I just didn’t listen, instead I dug some scraps of wood out of the basement, got out my cheap acrylic paints and whipped up these little hanging tiles for the boy’s room. I haven’t had a chance to hang them because they are sleeping. I guess there’s always tomorrow for the sweaters. And after all, I did actually sew the pillow and fix the chairs!