Another snow day for Richmond Public Schools and Sabot. Nobody wanted to go outside today. Griff seemed to have gotten his fill of the snow yesterday and it was absolutely frigid outside, colder than yesterday. We examined our neighbors' icicles from our windows and the boys stayed in pajamas all day.
Griff has been keeping a diary of sorts on his calendar. Sunday shows snowfall. Monday shows a snowman (although, alas, the snow was too powdery to roll and one parent with three kids was not a good ratio for helping the 6 y/o to make a snow lump). Today shows snow falling off of a tree into a pile on the ground.
I remembered a project put away for a cooped-up day and brought down a bin of ancient fabric scraps, tons of ribbon, and a bag of little wooden peg people. I had been led to the peg people a long time ago by SouleMama, who inspires me every time I peek at her site. Griff and I pulled out craft glue and scissors and Sharpie markers. Behold our afternoon:
Aren't the little peg people so, so, SO cool? Everybody had fun playing in the scraps and Griff really got into decorating the people, cutting up scraps of denim to decorate them and even creating our family in effigy - right down to Xander in a clown costume for Halloween. (?!) Reese enjoyed mucking in the fabric and then took some alone time. He prefers art projects that involve paint, and we'll have to do that sometime soon.
Some of the scraps date back to my parents' early-married days and there are bits from the skirt I made for my 8th grade dinner dance, silk and velvet from my senior year prom dress, scraps from stuffed animals I made for my younger siblings. Griff was impressed with the fabric lore. The flower hats on two of the women are "treasure" collected by Griff from a craft store floor about three years ago and hoarded away by both of us.
Xander surprised me by really seeming to understand what the pegs were. He scooped handfuls of fabric scraps and wrapped them around the pegs like clothing. Later he begged me for a marker and decorated his own little guy. It's amazing how different a third child's exposure is - and also how cavalier the mom of the third child is about handing him a Sharpie marker and not caring when he gets it on his pants.