There comes a time in every rightly constructed boy's life that he has a raging desire to go somewhere and dig for hidden treasure. ~Mark Twain

Collages and

Collages are a great way to discover what is bouncing around in the heads and hearts of your children! We grabbed some magazines and looked for pictures that we loved...

Exploring Nature

Getting Messy

For those of you who don't know my daughter, you may not be familiar with her obsession for grooming animals, stuffed or otherwise. It is by far her favorite past time. When playing groomer, it is imperative that she gets into character. She dresses herself in her "groomers coat", and from that point on she must be referred to by her groomer name: Ashley. This hobby has become so labor intensive that we have had to divide it into 2 categories: wet grooming and dry grooming. Dry Grooming consists of brushing, fluffing and "trimming" fur...

(If you look closely you can see her next client, Sparkle the horse, waiting patiently for her appointment.)

And then there's wet grooming, which consists of wetting, lathering and rinsing the fur (with real water and soap). And if Ashley is feeling a little creative, the hairspray emerges.
Can you guess which grooming session mommy prefers?

AND sometimes.....Ashley, the groomer, does a little self grooming....

a little hairspray....

and a little more hairspray

Yes, it is crystallizing nicely...

one more spritz...



tease it a bit...

And the finished product....

Squiggy from Laverne and Shirley

Dramatic Play aka Pretend

My dolly has the Flu

Say "Ahhh"

OK... deep breath

One can never be too germ conscience when playing Doctor

Her Best Sick Patient Face

A poem for my Little Girl

MARIS

She is my firecracker!
Always moving, always exploring, always discovering, always creating.
Intensity and depth in everything she is
and everything she does.
Eyes wide open, sparkling, dancing.
Energy pulsating from her fingertips and toes.
Happiness and joy bound forth.
She is precocious and innocent,
adventurous, yet cautious.
A beautifully bold tapestry of endlessly dimensional hues.
My first born
My only little girl.
My heart.