Making Her Own Algae and Other Such Things
An Amelia project that included great forethought and special knots to secure the collection. The three -- side by side swinging and talking and singing in the sun. And chalk divides the trampoline in to rooms and chairs and living quarters for stuffed animals and brothers and rays of sunlight.
I watch for a moment at the backdoor and holler for dinner -- chicken pot pie. She'd been asking for it. A favorite for the girl that jumps at the dinner call and encourages William to "obey quickly!" He does and smiles.
George Wilder wants to read all of the Magic Tree House books tomorrow. There are over 20. He's figured out the order and how to work through it and how to aquire a copy of the ones he doesn't have. We've only got seven. He didn't stop reading when it was time and it felt strange to redirect a child reading for too long, but it was 10 a.m. and he was still in his p.j.s and there were hungry chickens to feed and a few other chores and some things we do together each day that needed attending.
www.thekidsshouldseethis.com about the Giant Chinese Salamander. The rather grumpy looking six foot creature that sucks in unsuspecting fish, sucked the kids right in and they drew pictures while I wrote a silly poem.
And Amelia connects the Salamander to pigs because they both can't see very well. She's always looking for what to figure out and create next. Just today she explained that she knows how to make her own algae.
She's been dancing around with her handmade Aztec headdress. She dances and sings and writes songs and tells stories and tries to explain to George Wilder how money works or time or measurement. . . She takes William for rides in the wagon and jumps with him on the trampoline.
We stop for a bath. Warm weather equals dirty toes. And we fall into bed to start all over again tomorrow. I've learned from them that there is joy everywhere. I am easily swirled down the drain into grumpiness and can't find my way back when there is too much of this or that or I'm afraid I'm failing, but really, if I just look around, there is something to create -- tangible or not--that will bring joy!