“If you become a bird and fly away from me,”
said his mother, “I will be a tree that you come home to.”
Our “Use What You Have” Easter Tree
I love the idea of an Easter Tree as a way to celebrate spring and the forthcoming holiday of birth/rebirth, and I decided to make one this year with my almost three-year-old.
For our tree base, Isaiah and I headed outside and clipped four branches, which we bound together at the base with pipe cleaners. We found a bright colored vase in the basement, along with two packages of tiny Easter ornaments I bought a couple of years ago but never knew what to do with.
Isaiah was super focused about helping me hang chicks, eggs, and bunnies on the branches.
It was just the motivation I needed to freshen up our mantle.
Weekend Links: Ways to Welcome Spring
Super fun ways to indulge your spring fever. Enjoy!
Indoor Nature Projects (for rainy spring afternoons)
Create a seasonal book basket and replace winter books with spring. (I plan to get our seasonal books from the library.)
Grow a grass centerpiece grass centerpiece
Plant a mossy garden bowl
Make some pretty rainbow play dough
Outside Fun
10 Unique Gardening Activities for Kids
Check out these tips on Play Area Design
Set up a Waldorf-style teepee
Replicate Soulemama’s Banging Wall (not sure the neighbors would appreciate this)
And check this out–an entire blog dedicated to amazing playhouses!
Having Mommy Guilt? Try This.
When we went to get our little Judah Buddha this morning, he greeted us with his normal huge smile. And he was covered in vomit. Dried vomit.
Which means he threw up sometime in the night, all alone, with no one to help him. And then he went back to sleep on his vomit-covered pillow. Needless to say, I felt horrible.
After my husband and I did the double-team cleanup, I asked him, “Do you feel guilty for not hearing him last night?” And he said, “No. He was smiling.”
I still felt guilty. So I called my mom. “Oh that happens,” she said. “If he really wanted you to hear him, he would’ve cried loud enough. He was probably tired and just went back to sleep.”
Ahh, that did the trick to abolish my mommy guilt. Try it–all you have to do is ring up a Baby Boomer to get a little dose of guilt squashing. And if that doesn’t work, call someone your grandma’s age.
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Which makes me recall the time I asked my grandma how she found the time to make dinner with two toddler sons.
“Oh I just put them in their playpen out in the backyard,” she said.
“But Grandma, you lived in Rochester, NY. It was probably freezing.”
“They were wearing jackets.”