I’ve been slowly working [You know, between loads of laundry, planning and cooking meals, making sure Ben doesn’t chew on anything dangerous, playing with our friends …] on a craft space for her because she does like to color, cut and stamp. There is even a magnetic chalkboard, a project that was recently finished even though I had it in my head since before we actually moved in. Apparently she appreciates my idea because she uses both a desk and table in a nook of our playroom and was excited about the plastic drawers I got her today at Walmart.
When she woke up from her nap this afternoon and realized I hadn’t organized her crayons, stickers, colored pencils, scissors, stamps, coloring books and paper like I mentioned I might, she wanted me to help her with that project … now. I didn’t bother explaining how her 9-month-old brother didn’t nap as long as I expected/hoped. I don’t think she’d understand the translation about my lack of productivity.
So we organized. And then she returned to her nook, with ideas in her head.
“Honey, he’s not bothering anything,” I say, realizing he’s far more interested in the pink princess wand.
Apparently ignoring my assessment of the situation, she takes the matter into her own hands: “Ben, go chew on your toys.”
He continued investigating the pink princess wand. And she went back to using the scissors I found for her in a box of craft supplies I don’t really use these days. You thought I’d given her quite a treasure when I showed her how they cut in fancy ways, like waves and zig-zags.
All is well in the creative nook.