Crafting for those with visual perceptual issues…

I struggle sometimes with kindergarten crafts.  For example, we made this turtle one time.  Now, I don’t remember exactly what the situation was, but I know the kids I “helped” had turtles that turned out a little different from the other students.  Other challenges include making those fancy smancy criss cross pies (name?  lattice pies?).  I had a particular occasion when I messed up the pattern, and my sister had to stand there and tell me “over…under…over.”  I’m not the most artsy, craft-oriented person.  Every once in a while I punish challenge myself and take on a little craft project.  This is what I’ve been up to lately…

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This was a salvaged frame from Goodwill about 3 bucks, sanded, and repainted. Then, I just got colored paper and printed out what I wanted it to say.

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What a mess! That’s the problem with crafting. These are delicious. Just a 16 oz bag of pretzels, 2/3 cup of vegetable oil (I tried coconut oil this time…not as good!), 1/2 cup of sugar, and 2 teaspoons of cinnamon. Bake for 30 minutes stirring twice in 300 degree over. Presto!

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Basically, these were all pretty simplistic crafts.  That’s certainly the best kind.  🙂  Have a happy weekend.  Here’s a H picture to start it off right!

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S.K.D.

H and I had a fun little outing today to Beach Garden Park down at the oceanfront.  This was brought on by arm pain for me (he’s a heavy thing to tote around) and sheer whininess for him.  Fresh air was necessary STAT!  We pretended not to have cold (and he had a runny one!) noses and climbed all over at the playground area.  We tried out their swings and practiced walking all over the equipment with the ominous sign “5 years and up.”  Then, we bounded off to Panera to use the not one but two Panera gift cards I had in my wallet.  Well, eating out is challenging when you can tag team H.  When it is just me, it gets really interesting.  I always have a slight moment of panic when I enter the restaurant.  As I plodded on up to the register to place my order during their busiest time of the day I might add (12:30 PM!), the very nice man offered to bring my food out to me and also get me the beverage of my choice.  Score!  I thought this might be doable after all.  Then, I notice there isn’t one. seat. available.  ANYWHERE.  Slight panic setting in.  I realize that this is not life and death, but I was oh so excited about my lunch out amongst other folk plus the not-having-to-wash-a-dish concept was so enticing.  I lugged said baby, wooden high chair, diaper bag, and purse around that restaurant about 3 times.  I had to loudly ask other women to move out of my way.  Clearly, I had a wide load.  The kind of crazy thing is no one really offered to help.  I’m thinking-didn’t these women have bambinos of their own a little while ago?  Are they thinking it would be weird to offer assistance to someone they don’t know.  Just then, a sort-of hippie looking man came up offered his table to me and helped me get set up with H.  He was all finished eating and just sort of hanging out.  I really appreciated it. A LOT.  I know myself how nice it can be to just hang at Panera for a bit, digest, and people watch.  He put himself out for me and for H.  I actually got a little teary eyed after he left.  He has know idea how much it meant for him to just be kind and offer a little bit of help.  It probably didn’t impact his day besides a slight blip.  Me, however, it allowed me to enjoy a treat, spend time with H while we could both relax, and most importantly it reminded me of how much a small act of kindness can do for someone.  It was me this time.  SKD-show kindness daily.  

Pausing to Savor

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Well, Easter has come and gone, and spring break is well on its way to winding down.  I tried to hit the pause button in my mind several times over the past week or so.  We’ve grown up in many ways with new shoes sizes, new holiday traditions, and new skills learned every day.  We’ve also said good-bye to a few things…breastfeeding being one of them.  This was actually a lot smoother than I thought.  That’s not to say I didn’t nearly lose my mind (again!) about three times.  Thank goodness the Mr. remains a rock for me and understands when my hormones make me say crazy things and act like I’m on a emotional roller coaster.  Whew!  Glad that’s behind me.  The last time I did breastfeed him I hit that mental pause button and tried to remember exactly what it felt like and what he looked like.  Storing up these memories for my mind and my heart to have when I’m eighty-five, and he’s having a hard time picturing me taking care of him.  What sweetness in that face and those eyes looking up at me.  A perfect mix of the Mr. and I.  Jake’s colors and my expressions.  It’s a little eerie seeing  yourself looking up at yourself.  I feel it in my heart now that I hadn’t for so long.  He’s mine.  Call me crazy, and I know I had him over a year ago.  It’s this spring when it finally clicked.  As I see him develop into a person not just a generic baby (sorry all babes are a bit alike, seen one seen them all to an extent), I see a little piece of me.  To experience the world with the slightly me slightly Jake creature means a new chance to watch the waves and discover ladybugs as the coolest thing ever.  What a gift.  

 

On a lighter Easter recap note, we had tons of fun playing with our little one and creating many spring memories and traditions.  Our fun started out with a egg hunt hosted at Moochie and Poppy’s house.  My mom actually wrapped puffs and placed them as a “treat” in each little egg.  So precious!  H was pretty good about keeping up the pace until he figured out that the eggs had a little more to them than first thought!  He loved it, and we certainly did too!

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Dada showing the good stuff to H

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Tromping around the yard with a little help from his wagon.

Although I was a little hyper about H’s “late” walking, I’ve really cooled off about it.  I’m savoring this stage of crawl – walk – fall into Mama’s waiting arms.  I know pretty soon he’ll be running every which way and that may or may not be into my arms.  

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Happiness…

Next on our weekend agenda was celebrating Jesus, family, and bunny ears.  We even managed to sneak in some sunshine time on the warmest (by far!) day of spring break.  

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Sweet little one at church on Dada’s lap

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with Aunt D looking like the cutest Easter bunny ever!

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dining al fresco under Roscoe’s watchful gaze

I can hardly believe how fast time flies!  It seems like just yesterday I was prepping his very first Easter basket and learning fast what it means to be a mama to a little baby boy.  

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Look at that teeny tiny baby!

How time does fly when you’re having fun.

 

Natalie