making paper

I have had a unused paper making kit in my cupboard for years now and in the last year have had paper making on my list of things to do. About six months ago I started tearing up paper but that is as far as I got. Until now.

With my two little side kick we tore up more paper though I was surprised that this didn't entertain them for as long as I thought it would {when it comes to tearing up anything important or needed they can go at it forever}.

After soaking the paper overnight all we were waiting for was a little mans nap time. We watched a couple of online tutorials and then got to work. After a couple of gos with me my daughter said she could do it herself and she did a pretty good job {with me only having to help for a step or two}. After we had done a few sheets we ran out side to get some leaves to make imprints.

My daughter loved arranging the leaves on the drying board.

I think we had a bit too much paper pulp for our first time and I ended up on my own (as with the paper tearing) trying frantically to get it all done before my little man woke up. I woke up for the last few sheets and loved siting on my lap watching what I was doing.

So now we have one pile of freshly {hand}made almost cardboard thick paper ready to be used to write letters to special people.

a month blogged- DONE

So a month is over and I completed the challenge, well sort of. Technically I didn't because one week I had three days off one week but if we are playing by averages then I did it. Most of the posts were ones from my family blog that were modified a bit, as I am not sure how much of their identity I am willing to make available to the whole world. Will it mean that this blog will continue rather then just sit here remaining unchanged for however long the Internet lasts? And will I ever tell anyone about it? I don't know. I guess only time will tell.

a change in play

A couple of months ago I made the decision to really decrease the amount of television that my children watched. I wouldn't say that they watched alot of television and what they did watch was often educations or classic Disney movies but I felt it was more then they needed {if young children actually need television at all}. The first week I called it a 'Kids Free Week' {as in ABC kids, the children's television programs} and I cut it out almost all together with them only watching one movie. It was a hard week because we were used morning and afternoon kids programs. But then I noticed a change. They did not ask for it and would go about entertaining themselves more then they had previously. I also noticed that my son, who was around twenty one months} suddenly spent lots of time at the book shelf looking more intently at book after book in a way that he never had before. They started drawing more and my daughters drawing changed dramatically as did the way she played with playdough. They way that they played changed too. More dramatic imaginative elaborate play was taking place. Here is an example.
Yesterday morning my daughter told me that she was on a mission. I wondered what kind of mission she meant so after a few questions I learnt that she was on a mission to Sydney to save all her Sydney cousins from the sea monsters, garden monsters and all the wild animals. She enlisted her little brother, who she also called her husband, on her mission. The were well prepared with lots of supplies including backpacks filled to the brim with lots of essential little things, plastic chillie phones, a boat and maps. Their maps highlighted the rapid changes in technology these days. My daughters's map was a hand draw paper crayon variety.

While my son, who is twenty one months younger and therefore twenty one month more up to date with technology had the GPS instruction book.

They played this ever evolving game for hours, which I was invited into through the constant phone calls from the chillie phones {did you know chillie phones make the noise 'debloop debloop' when they ring}. I love this kind of child directed play where they don't need fancy toys {or any real toys for that matter} that is full of imagination.
I am not against television for children and while there are alot of great educational {whether academic or social/emotional etc} television programs out there developed for children they don't need them. Sometimes {or even more then that} their lives are richer without it. Though I still have to convince my husband.
I am so glad I we made the switch {or turned it off}.

a battle

Today a battle was waged in our house. It lasted all day, except when we were outside. It was between me and a little man who seems to have inherited his fathers stubbornness (and the little bit that I have :) and then doubled it.

It was over one tiny space. Make that two tiny spaces. He wanted the area in question to remain uninhabited.

I on the other hand wanted to see it like this and had decided that I was going to dedicate the day to it if I had to.

I don't know how many times the slippers and socks were but on only to be taken straight off before I had even made it a few meters away. My daughter decided to be her brothers partner and at one stage hid his slippers and socks in a box so I could not put them back on.
After baths it looked like Team Mummy might be wearing the opposition down but I have a feeling after a nights sleep one refreshed little man will be ready to start all over again.
And if the battle is still unresolved in a few days I may have to resort to desperate measures of putting tights under his pants (like I did his sister when she was his age) in a desperate measure to keep little toes warm.

more then just food

In my later teen years up until nearly three years ago my grandfather would sometimes ask us to come to the Hungarian club with him for lunch. He wanted us to go so he could show us off to his friends and spend time with us. We went because it was the right thing to do and also for the langos, a fried Hungarian bread. I now wish that we had gone more often for grandad and am glad that we went the last time he asked us to go before his heart attack.

So tonight I had a go at making langos to have with our dinner and while we were eating it I told children why the bread is special to us {my daughter then told my husbandwhat I said just in case he missed it sitting next to me}. Everyone liked it and I have a feeling that this wont be the last time it is one our table {though being fried bread we might just save it for special times}.
But I wont be making it just for the bread, I will be making it for the memories and the connection it has to my grandparents.

{My brothers and sisters (misus my two brothers who were not born yet), myself and my grandparents. I am the one with my elbow on my grandfathers shoulder.}

my little musician

Today my daughter was listening to a little Jack with her Daddy when she decided she need to get musical too. She asked him to get her ukulele that the the children received from Santa last year {though Santa must have forgotten that we have two budding musician in the house because one ukulele is never enough}.

Normally when she has a play and a sing she always creates mummy lullabies for me which are terribly sweet.
Today she let out her inner rock star.

I have been told

Today was one of those days where no matter how hard I tried, come the evening I feel like I haven't rossed off many things from my to do list. I spent a good chunk of this morning doing stuff for my husband {oh the joys of being self employed} and surprisingly my children pretty much kept themselves busy while I was at the computer {not like them at all}. My daughter had asked me to play with her a few times but seemed to understand when I said that I just had to do this important work for Daddy. Once I was away from the computer she again asked if I would play with her but I told her I would do it later because it was lunch time and I had a few jobs to do while her brother was asleep {the kind that can only be done while he is alseep}. Before I had even got the mop to the floor my daughter was already asking me if I had finished. I told her no and then she went off to play for a little bit. When I was about half way through mopping she came and asked me if I was finished and could I come and play with her. I told her no and that I had lots of jobs to do and that I was trying my hardest and going as fast as I could. She then looked at me and said, in a way that my mum used to when I had been at a twenty minute task for nearly an hour (and barely scratched the surface), "Well you are just not doing it fast enough!"
I had to laugh. I had been told.

After that she decided that if you can't beat them join them and when I finally finished the mopping she helped me with the laundry. And then we got to play.