Fun February

This is my final month of caching up blogging—here comes a fast February.  Please keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times.

I made the girls “sensory boxes” to play with inside, especially since it was the unfortunate combination of being cold but without glorious snow for most of the month.  These have an ocean theme, so I used blue aquarium rocks and added a couple of plastic plants, seashells, and plenty of cups and spoons for scooping.

It was interesting to see how the girls played differently.  N. spent her time scooping and pouring and K. sorted out the seashells, set up scenes, pretended to bake cupcakes, and even took two of the little rocks and pretended they were people.

K. has a pair of pajamas that match a pair her baby doll has, and one evening they both wore them.  Matching is always cute!

Auntie D. made the girls matching knit jumpers—so cute!  They fit fantastically and the girls look just darling in them.  They wore them to church and got so many compliments!

At school, K. had a week with themed dress.  One day they wore hats and silly socks (sorry, no picture, but picture K. in a hot pink cowboy hat).  Another day was “dress like what you want to be when you grow up” day.  K. chose to be an Artist.  She showed me a picture in a book she used for inspiration—an old Sesame Street book of mine with Prairie Dawn dressed up in a giant shirt as a smock and making a painting—and we found an old shirt of Dad’s to use.  We put some paint brushes in the pocket and Dad and I made her a palette (I sketched on a piece of foam board which Dad cut out and I added some paint splotches.  Don’t worry—they dried overnight).

K. had another ballet recital.  It was especially fun this time because she had three friends in her class—I mean, everyone K. meets is considered a friend, but these were friends from church that she actually knew before.

I don’t think I had a field trip quite as fun as this as a child, but K. got to go to a local bakery, watch how they made doughnuts, and even try her hand at making one.

Interestingly, she didn’t eat much of the final product.  I know.  I’m sorry, Aunt J., I don’t know how she missed that gene.