Friday, July 29, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Sidewalk paint is such a simple Summer pleasure. Cheap, easy, and fun, it really is one of those activities that last for hours. Once the kiddos start painting, they don't stop until the paint runs out. And the best part? It dries pretty much like sidewalk chalk, and simply washes away with water.
Simply take equal parts cornstarch and water, and mix them well with a whisk or fork. On this particular day we only had a half an hour or so to paint, so I mixed 1/4 cup cornstarch to 1/4 cup water in four separate containers. (Old yogurt containers and the like are great for this, too.) Then simply add a few drops of either food coloring or tempera paint and whisk again until your color is even.
Add a paintbrush or two you don't mind being used on cement, and you're ready to go!
(Keep in mind that on those really hot hot summer days, this activity is better for the morning before the pavement gets too hot. A driveway that could fry an egg will definitely bake your cornstarch mixture on making the painting a bit trickier.)
I love that after a session of painting outside, I find everything from stick figures to love notes to paintings that would make Jackson Pollock proud. You definitely have a greater variety to what you can accomplish than with sidewalk chalk.
So what are you waiting for? Grab your paintbrushes and go play outside! Enjoy!
Fireworks are such a fun Independence Day tradition for our family. We love our traditions! Next is my birthday camping trip, which somehow always manages to distinguish itself from the 6 or 7 other camping trip each year, and then the pumpkin patches in the fall. And so on. I don't remember too many family traditions as a child (Though I loved the few we had!) and neither does my husband, so we probably go overboard creating them for our little family. I don't think a single one of us, however, would have it any other way.
Monday, July 11, 2011
My husband loves to laugh and say that he "domesticated" me. We both know, though, that that isn't quite the case. I fell in love. I had someone to care for, and I found out I liked it. Soon I had a little someone to care for as well, and then another. And so on. Taking care of someone else made me step outside of myself. Outside of what I felt like, what I wanted, what mattered to me. These people I love matter more to me than I ever would have thought possible, and though they love to do things for me (“Mom, why don’t you go sit down with a book? I’ll bring you some tea. I can take care of everything for a little bit.”)I find that I love to find the things that make them happy. Most of the time that is simply being a wife and mama. Today it was making grape jelly and hanging out by the pool. Caring for them, even in the little things, is my way to show love. My little piece of happily ever after.