It seems that all the other blogging homeschooling mothers are posting their summer to-do lists. I’d feel intimidated by these displays of foresight and initiative but I can’t plan at all yet because I don’t even know which country I’m going to be in this summer. I can’t even predict the hemisphere we’ll be in, and it’s almost July. I’m hoping to be able to make it to the USA for Fred’s wedding (yes, the same Fred who spent our wedding night with us. I’m hoping not to return the favor), but I might end up dragging all the kids back to Seoul and experience monsoons. Or We’ll stay here in coastal Israel and see who buckles first and turns on the air conditioning (we haven’t turned it on yet. Our ability to withstand baking temperatures is a point of pride). So making a to-do list is out.
The kids, however, are good at making their own fun, and yesterday Aquila pulled out one of her birthday presents. I had given her a Fimo (hard-baking plastic clay) kit, and she made these:
Today I helped her paint on the eyes and mouths, and they were done. She’s really happy with her little bears, and has been hitting me up for more Fimo since these plastic ursines were baking.
Aquila was generous enough to share some of the leftover clay with Lyra, who made a little girl:
Honestly, I’m on the fence when it comes to Fimo. It’s a wonderful toy and tool and the girls really enjoy it, but do you know what happens to Fimo once it’s baked? Yeah, me either, until I step on it in the middle of the night. The one thing I’ve learned is that crafts projects pile up and pile up until you’re swimming in a sea of papers, pencils and glue. I’m not so sure I want to add Fimo to the mix. Back when the kids were little, I had the most perfect solution to the problem of sculptures and what to do with them: pretzels. We’d make the dough, the kids would shape it, we’d bake, admire, and the most important step: eat. The products were consumed within minutes and we’d have full tummies to show for all the effort. The kids had the joy of self-expression (“I made a heart!” “I made a flower!” “I made an AK-47!”) and we’d have lunch. It was all very efficient. I’m not sure I’m ready to move on to the more professional, and permanent, material.
You all know where this is going, though. The craft store, for more Fimo. I should probably put that at the top of the to-do list already.