Posts Tagged ‘art’

Cave art and toddler lapbooks

Tuesday, September 6th, 2011 by by

We’ve made it through the first week of school; this used to be a big deal, but this year for the first time there wasn’t a whole lot of, “Oh crud, what was I thinking?!?” going on. I guess it only took six years to get here! I’ve set our days up to have Friday be more of a relaxed, fun subjects kind of day. I do sneak in writing, but so far they’re pacified; that may change when they’re writing rough drafts. Soon, Friday will mean 4-H activities, but until our books come in, the major subject of the day is art.

Today, we made our own cave paintings to help understand lines and form. I cut up paper grocery sacks and wrinkled them for a realistic textured effect, and the kids were told to use a black crayon for outlining their main elements in their drawings. Suggestions were horses, mammoths, simple people, plants, and so on. After outlining, they could use pastel chalks to add colors to their cave wall. (more…)

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Overheard at the Park

Monday, June 20th, 2011 by by


“Mom? Did you see my picture? It’s of me and Bob.”

“That’s great, Mia. Is it for Bob?”

“No, it’s for mom.”

“It’s for me? That’s so sweet.”

“No, it’s for the other mom, Bob’s mom.”

That Is Really… Something Else

Tuesday, May 24th, 2011 by by


“Mom? Did you see what I made?”

“That’s great, babe. I like… your use of color.”

“It’s black.”

“I see that.”

“Do you know what it is?”

“A Star Wars thing?”

“No.”

“A bowl with a spoon sticking out of it?”

“No.”

“A wig-on-a-stick?”

“Mom! It’s an umbrella!”

“And it’s a lovely one, buddy.”

The Artistic Mind of a Three Year Old!

Monday, June 29th, 2009 by by

Not long ago I spoke about the dead silence that most mothers know – the silence that alerts you to the antics of your 2-3 year old child, sending you leaping from your task to see what sorts of shenanigans your child is up to.   I can’t remember exactly what I was doing at the time but last Friday I recall doing something with Violet (my best guess is feeding her) and after a few moments I realized that all sounds were gone from Jacob’s room – I shook the fear from my face, nestled Violet into her pack and play and hurried upstairs to find my son sitting cross legged on my bed with two books he had received for his birthday.  I’m sure you’ve seen these books before, the ones that come with markers – yeah, brilliant idea for toddlers – whoever came up with this oh so brilliant idea…you suck.  I had placed the books on my tall dresser, the one that I thought Jacob could not reach and the one we had previously used to keep items out of reach from Jacob – darn those growth spurts.

Ever since we started potty training weeks ago my son has developed an interest in being nude all the time ….I guess it takes too much effort to unbutton your shorts, yank down your drawers and plant your rear on the toilet seat so (more…)

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An Artist Suffers

Tuesday, March 24th, 2009 by by

*SIGH*….coloring has grown tiresome and I have lost my inspiration. I sure wish someone would ring the doorbell.