No, I am not feeling especially creative. It’s my daughters. You know how parents are always saying that they might as well not buy toys because kids like wrapping paper and toilet paper rolls way better? SO true. My girls are more excited when I hand them junk mail or an empty Velveeta cheese box than when I buy them a new toy. If I can get past the HUGE messes they make, I love to watch and see what they will do with their latest “finds.”
Nina has a circle-shaped cloth playmat with 2 bendy fabric-covered poles that hook on to opposite sides of the mat. Toys hook on the poles and dangle down for her to play with. Hopefully you know what I’m talking about, because I am not doing so well with my written description. Anyway, I unhooked the poles yesterday because they’re always falling down. Within seconds, Livi and Ava snatched them up.
In the past 24 hours, those poles have been reins for a horse, paddles for a canoe, marionettes (stuffed animals hooked at the end and dangled over the banister, dancing around like those sheep in The Sound of Music), whips, guns, fishing poles, flag poles…
I can’t think of anything else, but I know Livi and Ava can. Tomorrow they’ll come up with 20 more “uses” for those things. It thrills my soul when they play contentedly with things that require loads of creativity. The older I get the less creative I become. I used to be amazingly creative. Now I can’t even think of a synonym for “creative” to keep this last paragraph from being amazingly redundant.
p.s. I hate to admit this, but after all this time, I’ve never bothered to figure out how to post pictures. I’ll have Gabe show me tomorrow. I love looking at Thomas and Ivy and everybody, so I’ll have to show off some of my little ladies.