Saturday, 28 May 2011

Arty Afternoon

While C had her nap I thought I would set up our first painting activity. We laid out our reflective blanket; a small ceramic dish that I bought from a charity shop for future 'sorting' activities with three paint colours and a couple of my art brushes that haven't been used for EONS.

I wasn't sure how enthusiastic she was going to be, but I could be pretty confident I would need a hand wash station, so I set that up on the opposite side of the mat.

Then she woke up. It's horrible outside so it was heating on and clothes off. She went straight over to investigate but was actually quite restrained and inquisitive rather than 'gung ho' like we thought she might be. Each colour had it's turn...a bit of red...a bit of yellow and a bit of green...

Then she investigated each end of the paintbrush. Painted with a bit of brush and a bit of stick.  It's artistic licence don't you know.


Stick painting
A bit of yellow
A bit of redA bit of green

  


























Then came the bit I hoped for, full-on hands and feet.

Experimental techniques

When she started to wander off we thought it about time to introduce her little painty body to the handwash station. She proudly washed her hands before announcing "all gone".

Washing hands

Well done sweetheart, you're quite right, you're HANDS are clean.

All Gone

Thursday, 26 May 2011

Merry month of May

I should really add "but mostly April"


Practicing the flag waving

April saw the Royal Wedding (gawd bless 'em) and we held a little get together which involved much flag waving; cheering; eating and drinking all nicely finished off with a game of rounders. C watched most of it - when she wasn't waving her flag - and was probably surprised to see that we even owned such as thing, as tv doesn't feature much in our lives.  The Mentalist being the only exception.

Eating is still one of C's favourite pastimes and so, at the moment, is drinking.  From ANYTHING.  We're not complaining really as her skills are quite amazing: a dog bowl of water is quite heavy and she doesn't spill a drop!  Poor dogs now have to play hunt the water when they want a drink.  Never mind, it's all good for them getting in touch with their inner wild dog.

Even the sandy, play water isn't off limits.  Sometimes I look back at these photos and wonder whether I should have put down my camera and asked her for the jug; but what's a little bit of sandy water going to do to you that sharing your meal with your canine companions doesn't?

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The dropping her food in objects still continues, be it watermelon in a watering can...

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 Or biscuits and olives in a drinking glass....

biscuit
Or, as she was doing tonight, meticulously forking one chip, taking it off the fork; dropping it in the water then 'eating' it.  Maybe if my face didn't betray my feelings of "eurgh" and if Grandad could stop sniggering, this phase will rush on by.

C loves being in the kitchen and one 'food' activity we did give her recently was that of peeling a hard boiled egg (we have no shortage of eggs!).  I think the concentration on her face speaks for itself.

Snack time

I'm glad she enjoys being in the kitchen as much as Grandad does.

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