Out of the Zone, Into the Box
On a rainy Wednesday, with a girl *potty training*(more on that later), I made an executive decision that we weren't leaving the house. Even after our birthday jubilee-sized allotment of TV and Wii, we still had many hours in the day to fill.
Enter junk art.
I am NOT an artsy-craftsy kind of person, but, like most kids, all three of mine enjoy making things. My oldest has a good book entitled 365 Things To Do With Paper and Cardboard, because, yeah, I need that kind of help. I see cardboard and paper as recyclables, meant for the bin rather than the craft supply box. Crazy, since I work with children for a living, and I often do art projects to focus on fine motor skills. But in mommy mode, I never think about these kind of things.
|boy #1 finished product|
|boy #2 finished product|
My oldest chose which project we were going to make, and away we went.
The whole thing was wonderful. The boys were the designers, and I did nothing more than a little grunt work when they couldn't cut the shapes just so. I watched as their personalities influenced their designs, color choices, and methods.
So, ok, we made a craft, and I survived. It worked for me, and we might even do it again someday.