It had been a while since M helped me bake. So she was happy to climb up into her Learning Tower, to see what sort of crazy contraption I’d pulled out of the cupboard. These all-in-one peeler/corer/slicers are the only way to go! M helped turn the handle a little bit, and she REALLY helped eat the scraps of apple that were too small for the apple crisp. I used this recipe, and it’s amazing. The apples came from our local orchard, which opened for the season just this week, and since the recipe calls for honey, I was able to use honey from a mile (if that) away.
I shuffled around some of M’s toys today, so now her Playmobil and her wooden blocks are upstairs. And a few other odds and ends. It’s stuff that’s been downstairs this whole time, available to her, but we don’t spend as much time downstairs. So it was fun watching her discover what I’d brought up. She’s a pretty good tower builder!
And I finally got around to a project I’d been thinking about for weeks — making laminated matching/memory cards for M. I’d still like to make sets of cards for her Schleich animals to match (although we do a bit of that with her big book of animals), but she LOVES her truck book so much that I thought it would be fun to use images from that. She got the matching game right away — she’s big into pointing out when there’s two of something or that she has feet and I have feet, etc. So matching up cards is a natural activity for her. It’s so fun to watch her search each picture until she finds the one that’s the same as the card she’s holding. It’s right at that perfect level of not-too-easy but still achievable; I can tell she feels very satisfied when she matches them up. Once she gets bored with matching, we can move on to playing memory. We tried that with three pairs of cards today — she seemed to think it would be a much easier game if we just flipped ALL of them over at the same time.
And we played outside after dinner. I had to clean the chickens’ bedding, so I brought down the wheelbarrow to load it up with soiled wood shavings. M has her own little red wheelbarrow, so of course she brought that down, too. Same thing when I later brought down the push broom to clean up the sidewalk — here comes M with her broom. They need to make real toddler-sized work gloves! I got her a pair of the smallest ones I could find this spring, but they’re still probably a couple of years away from fitting M. Not that I’d want her shoveling up chicken poo, but everybody needs a pair of work gloves!