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Gardening with Kids: Teaching Observation Skills
There are several items that my youngest goes to almost every time we are in the garden. I’m thinking about now setting up a crate for his special objects. This morning I want to show you one of his current favorites and share a game my older son really enjoyed. This magnifying glass has been great fun for Wookie. He goes from plant to plant looking at the different flowers, which gives me a chance to toss in a lesson…
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Long-sleeve T altered for summer!
After months of oberving all the krafties cutting up their shirts and making new pieces for their wardrobe, I finally did it. I got the female version of cojonies and took a green longsleeve shirt from Old Navy and made something fancy. The best part is that absolutely no sewing was required. Here’s what you need to do the same: A shirt, scissors, snaps (the pronged part and the back of the snap – the innie of the snap), and…
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Wednesday Night Post to Count as My Thursday Post
So I realize I must bore you all to death. Yada yada my garden this, yada yada this pretty picture. Here’s the thing. This evening my cat took a sip of my tequila and orange juice. How do I know? I saw the post lick ripples in the water, and then she proceeded to lick her nose and wipe it with her paw. I am not okay with this. I really like this tequila and it was the last of…
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In Bloom: Steel Blue Meadow Sage
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Toddling Through Tuesday
I hope my friends don’t envision me constantly coming up with gardening lesson plans and creative activities for my boys. I’m honestly not that motivated, as evidenced by my near inability to pry myself out of bed this morning and then again after Wookie awoke from his afternoon nap. I’m a very tired mom, due mainly to insomnia and the exorbitant number of Clif Kid Z Bars I consume. All that processed chewy, sweet goodness must be killing my metabolism.…
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Close Encounters of the Feathered Kind
This morning I was getting all National Geographic on my backyard, and this mocking bird starting shrieking and flying from tree top to rooftop. I assumed it was because the cat had come outside with me, and I started trying to snap its picture. A pair of hawks swooped overhead, so my theory about the cat shifted to the hawks. The mockingbird’s young must have been out and she was trying to protect them. She finally roosted (still shrieking) in…
