In the holidays we create

To any of the uninitiated out there Miss Mousy Moo and her hodgepodge of friends are all made from air drying clay which is just the best stuff for entertaining bored little fingers.

The amount of focus that poured out of Lilly during this craft blew me away. The mouse and the snail in the foreground are hers, along with a bunch of lady birds and a cake and pizza. She even researched before she began looking through a few of the twenty odd craft books I have scattered around various book shelves. It is the most focused and dedicated to a task I have ever seen her and I am going to turn back fondly to these photos the next time she turns into a whirling dervish and runs straight into the sharp pointy corner of a wall.
 

Lani on the other hand jumped straight into squeezing the gooey stuff between her fingers. I think she found the squidging squelching and squashing way too appealing to actually stop and waste time forming the clay into recognisable objects. For a while the only thing she had finished was the slug you can see slap bang in the centre of the photo. Sorry to be a bother but I’m going to ask you to scroll back up and have a look…go on have a peek… right now imagine it painted a brownish colour and you can imagine how flustered Glenn was when he came home from work and she was all "Daddy Look What I Made"

Of course she did get productive eventually and made a large red thing with toothpicks in it and a heart pendant for a necklace which she painted pink (Like duh as if any other colour ever existed)

It was naturally Eli’s idea to embed the spiky toothpicks into the art works, I had put them out on the table in the hope that they would be used to create otherwise unachievable intricate details, but I suppose a giant blue echidna is a great use for them too.

We also made some wooden spoon puppets aren’t they just so sweet, well, other than Lilly’s demon possessed yellow glowy eyed one.

And major thrill of these holidays we had a very special blue bear sleep over and stay up way to late with our fuzzy brown lot, but that’s the point of a sleep over really isn’t it.