When it became evident, about a year ago, that our new, new, new diet (I have no doubt it will keep evolving) was doing us good, we gave away a few large cardboard boxes of food we knew we wouldn’t use. We were left with some maybes and a bunch of dry goods I thought would be useful for a couple of projects I had in mind. It didn’t turn out to be much of a year for projects and some of the maybes were past their best, so this is the view from here today.
Later, no doubt, the view will encompass one of our patented über-messes™ , complete with a grown woman holding a dust-pan and brush and sobbing quietly.
For now though, a sensory box means hours of fun for a very sensory three and a half year old.
Can’t believe she’s three and a half! I think I may be in violation of your patent, too.
Complete with sobbing woman, I’m betting.
Lovely to see you!
I used to do this when I worked with children. I would hide objects that contained their target sounds, like an articulation scavenger hunt. Now the infection prevention police would never allow it.
Ooh, nice… You’ve just given me an idea for how to make an attractive, but problematic activity work for this little one. Thank you!
Tisenpup!, long time no virtual see. I’m writing under a new username here, but Seedbook is up and running again. I’d like to put your blog on my blogroll if that’s cool with you. Glad to see that you’re still writing and that things seem to be going pretty well.