Painted Nails

Photo on 2013-03-06 at 15.48 #4-adjEarly last week I tested a couple of polishes on two of my nails, (my cousin’s daughter has the best colors). Mila was so interested (touching them and asking questions), that I decided to paint all my nails and teach her colors.

She’s got “geeen” down pretty well and almost has “bue”. I think I’ll have to limit my color choices next time so that Mila can focus on only a couple of colors at a time.

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I <3 Crafting!

I found a craft that originally called for painted rocks and an egg carton. I modified that idea into, what I call, a “color box” for Mila.

1. I hot glued cardboard pieces onto the bottom of a shoe box to create 4 sections.

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2. Mila and I went “rock hunting”. We took a bucket and headed outside to find the perfect rocks. Mila absolutely loved this part and I loved that she could help.

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3. I painted the rocks in 4 different colors, each corresponding to the colors on the box lid.

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4. I made four holes and painted the lid to the box in 4 different colors. I used a paint-marker to write the colors on the box and sprayed it all with acrylic paint sealer/varnish to complete the project.

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I had to use several coats of paint on the box lid and as you can see, it’s not perfect. It serves its purpose and really, a toddler doesn’t mind.

Mila loves playing with rocks, so this was perfect for her. She also loves popping the rocks through the holes then taking the lid off and grabbing all the rocks out from inside. I’m pretty proud of this project. 🙂

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All proper projects require adequate testing before completion.

30 Days of Thanks: Day Twelve

Today I am thankful for the memories of my grandfather.

He passed away in 2005 and there’s not a day that goes by that I do not think of him. He decorated for every holiday (even Valentines Day!), so when I put up the Halloween decorations, and especially the Christmas decorations I think of him. When I cook Thanksgiving dinner for my family, I think of him. When I teach Mila colors, I think of how he taught me “lellow” and “urple” and how my grandmother would throw a fit that he taught me the wrong words, (and we would just giggle at her). When I eat Lucky Charms, I think of how he let me eat all the marshmallows and he ate all the cereal. When I have my morning coffee, I think of how I would sit on his lap (or next to him at the table when I got way too big for his poor aching lap) and read the comics with him. When I see Ziggy or Snoopy, I think of him. When I think of the beach and fishing, I think of him. When I see a beautiful sea of colors from blooming flowers in the spring, I think of him.

He was my father before I had a father. He was my best friend. I was his Ande and he was my Poppy.

Newborn Lesson #48: Gag!

August 11, 2011: Once a gag factor, always a gag factor.

I remember being asked, oh so often, “what are you going to do when you have a baby?” Well, here I am and good God! What emanates from this girl is only going to grow stronger, more colorful and well, grosser. I don’t know if I can handle it. I can only hope that my gag factor changes and I can become somewhat immune to the nastiness.