More fun with eye droppers! I broke out the eye droppers and the food coloring again today for a little bit of color theory. H has been really interested in what colors you mix together to make other colors, so instead of answering the same question about what happens when you mix red and yellow together, I thought I’d let him experiment and find out himself. He really loved this activity and spend about an hour and half mixing colors together and excitedly announcing what colors he’d made.
The set up is simple, three bottles with food colored water in them, 4 small clear bowls for mixing new colors (one for each secondary colors and an extra one for experiments), a tiny spoon for mixing, a bucket for dumping out the mixed colors and a sponge for clean up. Oh and a white tray so that the true colors are easy to see.
Our show has closed and we’re back at home full time. After a couple of days of laying around doing nothing we’re fully recuperated and itching for something new to do. Lately H has been wanting to write, but he’s been frustrated with his lack of control. Some fine motor activies might help out with that, so enter the eye dropper. Eye droppers require a lot of co-ordination and promote a great tri-pod grip.
H had a great time with this and spent about 30 mintues transfering water back and forth between the two shot glasses. I tinted the water with food coloring so that it was easier to see in the glasses and inside the eye dropper.
If y’all have any ideas for other fine motor activities, I’d love to hear them.
H: It was the terrible clouds
K: What was honey?
H: It was the terrible clouds that hurt my thumb, but they didn’t get my other one.
H has an infection in his thumb and is on antibiotics for the first time in his life.
In other news, we’re in our really really busy time of year with theatre camp taking over my life for the first three weeks of summer. This is our last week this year and as much as I love directing it I’m happy we’re almost at the end. H and I are both exhausted; we’re used to much shorter days. This was H’s first year on stage and he had a great time, but after the first week he’s been pretty much over it.
Orginally they were suppose to have turned up cuffs, but they weren’t staying up at all, so I turned them up and stitched them down. Same effect, much less annoying. The gingham only goes up a couple inches on the inside, but I think the next pair I make will be fully lined/reversable and I’ll just sew on the contrast cuff like I would with binding.
I need some way to mark the back to making it easier for H to successfully dress himself. These have a piece of twill tape I sewed in like a tag, but if I make them lined and reversible I won’t want to put a tag on the waistband. Maybe back pockets?
I like the way the tabs at the cuffs turned out. And the button hole settting on my new sewing machine works like a dream.
My oldest sewing machine (and the only one that was not buried in our storage unit awaiting the day when I might once again have a dedicated space to craft in) is dead. It was a good simple little machine that made it all the way through college, despite the marathon sewing sessions and the flat out abuse it recieved (bustle gowns have lots of layers… that’s all I’m saying). Anyway, it’s dead and apparently would cost more to repair than I orginally paid for it, so I bought a new machine. No I didn’t really need it. Yes I have two perfectly good sewing machines buried in the storage unit, but really I just wanted it, flat out, no excuses. All the shiny little buttons and things are making me happy. And I can sew without the pedal! Without the pedal!!! Whoever heard of such a thing. It’s awesome.
And here is the inaugural project, this cute little Amy Butler sunhat that I’ve been covetting for a while and just in time for spring:
Now maybe I won’t have to coat my face in sunblock every 30 minutes at the pool this summer.
Anyway, I love my new machine. I haven’t chosen what to make next. It’s between a new valance for H’s room or this Amy Butler bag.
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