Starting him young

I am introducing my 1.5 year old to art.  It’s a messy process but I love it.  Searching Pinterest for projects we can do together.


Hand Made Party invites 

My husband was worried, and rightfully so, when I announced that I wanted to hand made the invitations for our sons 1st Birthday party.  The concern was that I rarely finish anything :). 
It got worse when I started cutting out and glue together a dozen tiny trucks and excavators but I got it done just in time with a few extras for decorating the house with.
I wanted something special for him and he like trucks, just trucks, not chuck the truck or whatever.  I do t encourage him to watch tv so he doesn’t know who or wat that all is.  So most of the store bought theme items were out of the question.

So pleased with the results.

Christmas art

The boys and I worked up a few homemade Christmas presents this year, sorry for posting this so late, I know Christmas is over.  But I recently went over to my mother-in-laws house and say the art work proudly framed and hung in her bedroom so we must have done something right.

I so should have taken photos of the process.  The boys loved getting messy more than anything.

Gundam Models

photo For those of you that don’t know, Gundam’s are giant robot “mobile suits” form the anime series by that same name.  They sell these model kits on the internet and for whatever reason my brother decided that the little monsters needed them for Christmas this year.  All joking aside they really like them, it was the putting them together that was… interesting.

Of course they couldn’t wait to open the boxes to reveal all the tiny pieces which were luckily held together and still wrapped, but to make things interesting and keep me on my toes I guess they somehow managed to switch the pieces around despite my efforts to keep it all straight.  So when I was trying to help put them together we had the pieces for the wrong model.

We tossed a coin to see who I was going to help build their Gundam first and the oldest monster won.  I tried making him put it together but he was so excited that his little fingers were shaking.  I ended up doing most of the work, not that I minded, it was actually fun accept for the kid that kept taking the pieces to play with them.  When we got it all done the oldest monster ran off with his.

I did the youngest monster’s while he was taking a nap so when he woke up it was magically together.  I would do more of them but just not with the little monsters around.  They just aren’t old enough or lack the patience to really help.photo2

Doll House

IMG00037When I was a little girl, my grandmother built a doll house for my sister and me.  I probably enjoyed it more than she did because I was young and played with it longer but over the years it got pretty beat up.  Eventually it ended up being shoved in the back of the attic at our parents’ house only to be rediscovered years later when they decided to retire and move.

The house was a little bit of a mess, covered in dust and knocked off its foundation.  My sister had just given birth to a daughter but didn’t want the broken down house taking up space.  I was living alone and the only one of us capable of fixing it, so I took it and told my sister that I would fix it up and when my niece was old enough I would bring it back.   It would be nice to see the old house being used again.

I bought the stuff and spent the next 5 years fixing it up.  I would have had it done sooner but I was working 40 to 60 hours a week.  I painted it a dark pink and completely re-did the inside with fresh wall paper.  That Christmas I went to my sister’s house when my niece was not home and hid it in a spare bedroom with a sheet over it.

As excited as my niece was to see it come Christmas Eve, it was nothing compared to the look on my grandmother’s face.  I am not sure what she thought had happened to it after all these years but she seemed happy to see it and despite my changes, she knew that it was the same doll house.

I forgot to take some after photos.