At the school book fair last month, I purchased a few books for each child, as well as two posters for each of the bigger girls. So as far as I’m concerned, I don’t have much else to buy them for Christmas.
As I’ve said in the past, we keep Christmas gifts small. OK, well I’m getting that wagon for me the baby. But the bigger kids are only going to get one or two small things besides the books I’ve already purchased for them.
My oldest, who just turned 8, received this gift for her birthday. She absolutely loved it, and has already made several potholders. I was thinking she might want to learn how to knit. The problem? I am a failed knitter. My sister-n-law tried to teach me twice, and I couldn’t do it without feeling incredibly stressed out. So I’m wondering if any of you who knit can recommend some sort of starter kit for children. I need something with a book with easy instructions. I saw this gift as well, which isn’t knitting, but it still looked pretty cool.
My 5-year spends 4-6 hours drawing. Even on a school day, she draws from the moment she walks in the door, takes a break for dinner, and then draws until she goes to sleep. I’ve seen her most amazing drawings on paper towels, toilet paper, napkins, and tissues. She draws on any surface she can find. We already have plenty of markers, crayons, and pencils, but I was trying to think of some kind of art thing she might like that involves drawing. She likes other crafty things too, but she far prefers drawing. Any suggestions?
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Now that the holidays are upon us, it seems like everyone in the blogosphere is cooking up delicious dishes. I admire those of you who try out new recipes regularly and seem to really enjoy cooking. A relative recently asked me why I didn’t like it. There are many reasons, but first and foremost is the children. I don’t like chopping vegetables with a child clamoring to get on my hip. I hate sautéing veggies alone when I’d rather be chasing the older two in the backyard. And I get so discouraged when I make a new dish I’m so proud of and one of the three of them spits it out.
Sunday, while the baby was napping, the rest of us cooked dinner together. My 8-year-old peeled the potatoes, then started the rice cooker. My 5-year old stirred the chickpeas and green peas in the sauce while my husband held the skillet for her. It was the perfect scenario for family cooking — we all talked and laughed and enjoyed each others company. But it happens so rarely like this. Usually, the baby is awake, the husband isn’t home, and the older two are off playing outside. Usually, cooking is an activity that I have to do rushed, while entertaining the baby, and one that involves far too much clean-up.
But Sunday, for the first time in a long while, I really enjoyed cooking. I wonder how long it will be before we can all cook like that again.