For You Crafty Parents...

We already know kids are crafty...

So, why not put it to use and work on some fun, beautiful projects?

Write a love letter in invisible ink for Valentine's Day (hint: all you have to use is lemon juice).

Create instruments out of cardboard.

Do some simple origami.

Roll up some paper beads.

Paint with ice cubes.

Or just check out this site, and find something that appeals to the kiddos (the parents won't be able to resist).

The best part about the site is that these crafts are so easy, so fun, and so cheap.

Busy Day

I discovered a tail feather the bird plucked while preening.

I figured out how to brace myself against the wall while climbing the stairs so I can walk up them, not crawl up them.

I played the game of shutting my bedroom door in Mom's face. It's practice so I'll be ready for the real thing in about twelve years.

I took a quick look at the layout of the upstairs bathroom. I noticed the blue stool and the drawers in the middle of the cabinet, then put two and two together. 

What a busy, busy day.

Fixin' Dinner

I wanted to provide my mom with some inspiration for what to fix for dinner. So, I took it upon myself to grab some cans out of a cabinet and stack them up for her. I'm not really sure if everything will taste good together, but it looks good to me.

Mmmm... Apricots and tomato paste...

Waiting for Dad

Mom and I sat in the waiting area of a Sports Haircut place while Dad got his hair cut. They had a big TV in there tuned to channel... you guessed it... ESPN. I was captivated. There's something about sports commentators talking that is just so interesting.

I scream

Yesterday I tested one of my girly abilities: I stood on the couch screaming.

Tiny Dancer

You turn music on, I dance.

The video is a little dark, but I was having a lot of fun.

New Milestones

(Me playing dress-up in one of Mom's skirts.)

I figured out how to jump.

I did a somersault by myself.

And when Mom finishes changing my diaper, I pick up the old one and run to the trash can to throw it away. (Yeah, that's not really a milestone, but Mom thinks it's too cute to not mention.)