Monday, September 30, 2013

Pudding Painting Project

Last week I posted this picture on instagram.
 I had quite a few comments and texts from mommy's wanting to know what we used to make his painting edible.  So I thought I'd share in our fun and let you laugh at an artist at work.  

Pudding paint is tons of fun and perfect for little ones still exploring the world through their mouth.  I knew if I gave H regular paint he would eat the stuff for sure.  So we got the idea of painting with vanilla pudding from our friends over at Busy and the Beans.   The first time around I made a bowl of vanilla pudding and let him help me stir it up.  Then we mixed in some food coloring and headed to the basement in a diaper.  I gave him a paint brush and some marshmallows to use as painting tools.
 The little artist dug into the project quite well and once he discovered the marshmallows got squishy and slimy he couldn't stop exploring. 
 and tasting......"Mmmmmm mommy!"
 Needless to say we needed a bath.  I was extremely proud of myself for having a genius moment and grabbing a tablecloth before letting VanGogh get wild on my basement floors. 
Cause get wild he did!

This past week when painting I used an individual package of vanilla pudding and distributed it in a sectioned off plate.  We headed outside for our little adventure because the weather was nice and I liked the idea of just being able to strip off his clothes and spray down the play area.  
Once he figures out the pudding is tasty the painting is usually done.  The result from this project was a little boy who basically ate pudding for dinner and two priceless masterpieces to hang on the fridge.  Next time we're trying plain yogurt....not so tasty, we may whip out a whole room full of art! 

Thursday, September 26, 2013

The truth of strangers.

There are words spoken to me daily by strangers that have become a familiar and painstaking reality.   “They grow up so fast.”  From the 4O something mom at the grocery checkout, to the 84 year old gentlemen at the car dealership and everywhere in between.  It’s as if the world needs to remind me daily to take it all in. 
You have changed so much since we brought you home.  Your independence grows a little more every day, which in turn causes your dependency to fade and dissipate like the lifting of a cool autumn fog. 
There is no longer a need for me to hold you up in the tub, to feed you with a spoon, to hold your hands as you walk.  I do not open your toy chest to pull out your toys for you, or open the lids off your blocks.  You do it all on your own.  
Yet you crave more.  Pushing my hand away when I try to help you hold your spoon correctly.  Repeating “hold it” to everything I touch, especially your toothbrush, claiming you should be the one holding and in charge of the world. 
So as tiring and wearing as a day with a 17 month old can be, I am thankful for all the things you DO still need from me.  I can dress you, and hold you when you’re too tired to stand or when you demand to be “up”, seeing the world from a taller view.   I can make your meals, and wipe your tears. I can teach you that tantrums aren’t cool, and show you how to handle the heartbreak of hearing the word “no”.  I can push your swing and be the pedals to your bike.  I can be the comfort that you sometimes need in the middle of the night. 
You are morphing into a little boy with each and every sunrise.  I pray that these days are something I don’t forget.  The moments will soon become memories faster than I know.  The little old lady at the flower shop told me so. 

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

A Football Fan in the Making

UK football is special in our hearts.  No it's not the way we pass the ball, or hold that line that makes these Wildcat hearts shine.  See, these two lovebirds met on the steps of Commonwealth stadium a mere 7 years ago.  This September we kept up that Big Blue tradition by taking our sweet boy to his first football game, and that my friends equals success.
Our expectations of the game and Henry's stamina at this event were equally low.  However, Henry proved Vegas wrong, holding strong well into the 4th quarter.
I don't think you could have a more special introduction to this sporting event.  This little rookie had his parents, Pop (grandfather), and Pepaw (great grandfather)  all in tow.  Not a bad way to go my little son.  Welcome to the world of sports, of tailgating, of heartbreaking, of highs and lows, memories, and moments you will treasure forever. 

He began practicing "fooball" as soon as he awoke from his nap that day and has since ran around the house carrying the "fooball" saying "fun".  I think we have a football fan on our hands my friends.