I suffer from a fairly common ailment – mommy guilt. Mostly I feel like a lazy mama. I’m tired. I look at other beautiful blogs and Pinterest and Facebook of fun things other people are doing. But when it comes actually getting my act together and doing some cool project it just falls apart. I keep telling myself I still have time, that really the boys are too little still to really get into or benefit much from such attempts. They would probably just turn into chaos, frustration, and wasted materials.
But then, from time to time, he comes up with his own thing. The WeatherMan had sorted out the pennies and put them in their own container. And what fun Bigger had.
When I first figured out what he was up to I was not pleased – the mess of the popcorn, the germs on the change. But I took a step back. He wasn’t hurting anything. So what if there was a mess? We have a vacuum. So what if he had made his popcorn gross? We had more popcorn. So I let him have at it.
He tried to get them into the cup from behind. He didn’t have great success with that and it didn’t last long.
But pouring those pennies back and forth was a serious hit. He pushed them around, put them in things, used them to “pay” for imaginary stuff. The digger even got involved for a while. Although that would have been more fun if we had found the bucket for the scoop but he still made due with just where the scoop should be, trying to pile them on the spot where it would attach. He even let Littler get involved from time to time.
He seriously spent close to two hours doing this. No way would anything I had
put him up to suggested or planned held his attention nearly that long.