welcome to my internet home. this blog used to be cool, with insights about mental health, social policy, pop culture and the like. now, it's a chaotic collection of my mis-spelled, scribbled-down notes on motherhood (who has time to proof read?). it's over-ran with goldfish cracker crumbles, slobery wet kisses, and un-edited pictures. and i would have it no other way. feel free to laugh and cry along side me while I balance a practice (mental heath) and motherhood, and their interconectedness

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Learning Day: Squishy Bags

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Lyla is a huge fan of finding things right now.  I’ll ask her, “where’s the ____?” and she’ll put her hands in the air, perplexed until she finds it.  Proudly she’ll announce “there it is” in the poetic way with all three words running together.  So when my fav website posted this, I had to do it with her.  It’s just a ziploc full of $1 Store hair gel (Dollar Tree should pay me for advertisement huh?) and little foam letters and shapes hidden in it.  She also added about a gallon of glitter, because everything’s more fun with glitter.  Lyla spent forever finding the little things in the gel.  She’s a big fan. Lottie also enjoys squeezing it relentlessly.   However, note to self and others: if you leave the bag on the floor, the mother holding a screaming baby will step on it and send gel all over the place.  Oh, and your 2 year old WILL find a way to get the ziploc open if it kills them.  And then the possibilities of destruction are limitless.  Why do I add this chaos to my life?  Not quite sure. 

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