Friday, July 19, 2013
We have been very busy this summer with lots of outings, play dates, and adventures. We are out of the house so much, that I have had to make sure to give us some down time and just relax at home. One such day, L requested that we paint outside. I added fly swatters next to the paint colors, and he did the rest.
I really wish I had learned from my painting with feet activity, and moved the fun down into the grass. Luckily, I used washable paint and was able to hose off most of the paint from the deck. This was noisy, colorful, messy fun.
L first used his hands, and then quickly decided to experiment with the different pattern fly swatters. He was so engaged in the activity, that he didn't even notice that his bandage was falling off. This is normally very upsetting to him even though we are well stocked with all the Angry Bird, Mickey, and Hello Kitty bandages a house could possibly hold.
Providing him with different tools to use in place of a brush, really made him attentive to his selection of color and placement. He loved to see the layers that formed, and the colors that blended. His favorite swatter was the flower, which left large swirly prints on the paper. He loved that smacking the swatter down made paint fly in all directions.
This is more of a process piece, and we used a large piece of paper, which was completely filled by the end. Logan was still quite proud of his finished work. It is hanging on our refrigerator currently.
Monday, July 8, 2013
As he is getting older, Logan is starting to develop a style all his own. For a long time, he really didn't care what he wore. He never was one of those kids who didn't liked a certain material or color. He wore whatever I picked out, because clothes were inevitable. They were a fast way to get out of the house and get to making messes, seeing friends, and having fun.
It started with his shoes. He suddenly became resistant to certain shoes, and no amount of talking/ pleading/ bribing helped. He didn't care that they were brand new. They were not for him. In his life there are only two types of shoes. Gray shoes with white stripes that can only come from Target all-others-are-impostors, and Crocs. This kid with the Crocs, always with the Crocs. I sometimes have to pry them from his cold frozen feet since he wants to wear them until it is almost winter. Okay.... that is an exaggeration. He wants to wear them with socks when it gets cold, but you get the point.
Anyway, now he has definitely become more vocal with what he likes or doesn't like. Pink and bright colors are in. Black and green are out. Green is okay for me, because that is the color of my eyes. Accessories are generally a must. I have been trying to get him to wear a baseball hat since forever. He declined, or would simply oblige for about two minutes before yanking it off and discarding it on the nearest counter. So when we walked past a display of fedoras, I thought they were cute, but didn't say anything. He, on the other hand, fell in love. So, his current signature style piece was born.
Since he has started wearing it, I have learned something new. People love kids in different hats. You don't believe me? Stick your child in a hat, and suddenly your kiddo is the most popular kid around. He should be shaking hands and kissing babies..... except for the fact that we don't talk to strangers.
He just might think he is too cool for you.
These days, pretty much anywhere he goes, so does the hat. He's definitely a fan.
I am too.