Roo at the park: 17 months

Some pictures of our new toddler, toddling at our closest playground.

I climb UP the slide!

I climb UP the stairs!

I slide DOWN the slide!

Roo’s new room: 16 months

It’s been too long. Real life has taken over, and blogging has fallen far far down the list of priorities.

In a seize-the-moment moment last night I decided it was past time to provide an update for all those Montessori floor-bedders out there, so I grabbed my iPhone and took some low-fi pics for you.

Roo has swapped rooms with his brothers so that they could have the bigger room, with the door that actually latches (to keep his destructive little self away from their card games and art projects). We haven’t spent much time on this new room – just plonked everything down and left it alone. Like I said, real life has taken over. I feel like I am always putting out fires, and the time required for attending to Roo’s changing developmental needs has not been available. Maybe this week. He desperately wants step stools and his own appropriately sized cleaning tools.

So, here is the no-frills, camera-phone, full-western-sun-at-sunset version of Roo’s new room – I didn’t even tidy for you:

(I have just noticed one of the shirts is falling off its hanger. This amuses me.)

I am in love with this wardrobe Roo got for Christmas. It was handmade for him by my Dad, copied from an Ikea wardrobe that is discontinued. It functions really really well at giving him independence and limiting his wardrobe, and it is beautiful. It holds all of his clothes. When I asked my Dad to make it, I was wondering if I could do it – limit his wardrobe to just what would fit here. When he was in smaller sizes he used to have more than a hundred items of clothing (all hand me downs and gifts) and it was hard to keep on top of. Now he has what you see here plus about seven other items that were in the wash. He has only a few of each type of clothing and never (maybe once?) runs out of clothes because it’s easy for me to see when I need to get cracking on the laundry. Here, I’ve labelled it for you:

To continue with the room tour:

The only thing I have to say about the floor bed is that it still works. He has no problem staying on his bed when he wants to, he leaves it when he wants to, we have no problems that I can trace back to not having a cot… We put him to bed with a short bedtime routine – tidy, toilet (nappy & PJs), teeth, book, blessings, bed (goodnight song and kiss). We skip things depending on how tired he is. He still cries in the middle of the night many nights, which I’m not bothered by, YMMV. When we go to check on him he is mostly still in his bed. He settles down again very quickly with a short visit from us to tuck him back in. Although recently he has started crying more than once each night, he seems to need us less at these times than he used to, just a quick check-in and then he waves goodnight for us to leave again. I’m wondering if the midnight cries will fade away this year. We are considering a night light to see if that helps him put himself back to sleep. He also needs his comfort toy less – he will go to sleep without it now, although he’s never been through a whole night without it since we usually find it by the next time he wakes and cries.

You can see above that the art we used to have at eye level has gone up high, because he just wouldn’t stop trying to destroy it. Maybe later it can come down again.

The way he stacks the lighthouse puzzle slays me every time:

And there ends the tour. If you have a question, let me know in the comments and I will answer it.

Mandalas

School holidays have been great this summer. I think perhaps because I am not working full time, I have the energy to keep up with the kids. It’s a big change from the past, when I remember finally getting holidays from work and wishing I could just spend my days in bed, which will not do for very long with three active kids in the house. Spending five hours on a trip to the beach has seemed eminently doable in a way it did not used to.

This week I have been drawing and painting in front of the kids, leading to the inevitable string of questions, ‘What’s that?’, followed by ‘What’s a mandala?’, followed by ‘Can I do one?’ Behold, the result of our labours – everyone did at least one including Nigel & me:

This is the stuff I live for. The kitchen table was cleared off and wiped down with alacrity so people could get back to their art. We listened to classical music (which I don’t get enough of) and talked about the music and the art, art as meditation, art that is just for you (and observed how difficult it is to do art that is just for you in the presence of others), and the fact that in some cultures a mandala is to be discarded as soon as it is finished.

Miss A got the chance to use watercolour pencils and the result of that is the bright mandala at the top right – her first. She went on to do five others. The boys missed out on watercolours due to lack of appropriate paper and had to content themselves with pen and pencil. J’s is the bottom right, with the lovely coloured center, and C’s is to the left of A’s. J did really well thinking up ideas for his patterns – can you tell the point at which he looked outside for inspiration and decided to use the road? C was done really quickly, and I think he decided it wasn’t his thing… perhaps he can draw us some maps instead.  If the kids show consistent interest in drawing combined with watercolours, I will need to gift them their own pens, as my favourite drawing pen has ended up ruined… something I am willing to trade for the many hours of creativity that were involved, but not on a recurring basis! Also, there will be the purchase of more watercolour paper as soon as we are financial. I look forward to seeing A refine her skills, and seeing what C & J can do.

Miss A’s full watercolour mandala:

She showed great dedication in staying with it to completion. She even came back to it the next day when I wasn’t around and made it twice as big. I did learn that next time I introduce someone to mandalas I will suggest that they draw a few in biro on paper before they tackling a watercolour, given how much time and effort is invested in something like this. It helped that we had spent some time discussing how it didn’t matter if you made a mistake, as you weren’t drawing it to make something perfect.

I had a fantastic time experimenting with my new watercolour pencils on my mandala:

I did a bit of mixing colours, although spent most of my time working out how much pencil I need to get different intensities. I also tried to get a few different effects in the centre (success) and at the bottom edge (fail). I thoroughly enjoyed myself, especially taking risks on colours and discovering how little it mattered if I made the ‘wrong’ choice. I lost count of how many hours I spent on this – quite a few over four days.

Love how it photographs close up:

 

Artists journal

I kept a diary when I was a teenager and threw it out sometime in my late teens because I was ashamed of myself. Says a lot about me, really.

I’m going to have another go at this diary thing, but I don’t feel inspired to write a wall of words. I do feel inspired to art journal. I enjoy art and I enjoy doing art but I do not like doing it for others, so a personal art journal hits the sweet spot. It also aligns with the evolution of my blogging, which has become more and more about the photos, to the point where I don’t feel like posting if I don’t have photos.

I ordered a nice journal online and am waiting for it to arrive. However, my watercolour pencils arrived today and I had time on my hands to try them out. I discovered exactly how much difference the right paper makes!

Tests one, two and three were all done on random paper from a pad intended for writing, and in case you can’t tell, the colours are washed out, uneven, and the original pencil marks are still visible. In test 3 you can see that the colours barely mixed. It wasn’t until I fetched a random scrap of watercolour paper left over from my teens (the paper with the vine – I drew that when I was about twelve) that I found out what these pencils can really do. Test 4 was a very satisfying moment. I now have some insight into why my art, especially when using watercolours, never looked like I thought it should when I was a child. Materials, materials, materials.

Really looking forward to getting my journal and finding out what I can do next…

Roo age 14 months

We do actually spend time in places other than his bedroom. It’s just that when we’re out I don’t feel inclined to lug a heavy camera and frame photos – I’d rather be doing than photographing. Hanging out at home, however, is an excellent time to take photos. If I can get the very mobile child to leave the camera alone.

This boy loves the outside – to be in the outside, or to look at the outside:

Roo got a haircut from his Daddy today. It was seriously long. Mullet-long. I used to think I would like long hair on my baby, but short is much, much better.

This is his ‘oooh’ look – he is literally saying ‘oooooh’ at this moment. I think it just means he’s seen something interesting

. I’m so pleased to have captured it. It’s adorable, and one day soon he won’t do it any more.

Roo is sharing things with me now:

I bought him a snow globe at the op shop today and it was a hit:

Until he caught sight of the camera of course:

Roo *loves* putting things in and out these days. He does it with his train and the screwdriver (putting the screwdriver down the hole left by a missing screw), and with the train and his toothbrush, he does it with the tube of Bonjelour putting it into and out of its cardboard packet, he will put an icypole stick through an empty toilet roll, a shampoo sample bottle down the drain (after removing the grating, and yes, the shower was blocked twice before we removed all offending sample bottles), rolls of toilet paper into the toilet bowl, sleep toy into the toilet bowl… all variations of the theme of ‘what can I fit in here?’. There are a few missing pieces of toys that I am starting to wonder if I will ever find.

I ordered these miniature knobbed cylinders on a whim, since I didn’t think Roo would be ready to use them for some months yet, but they fit nicely with his current obsession. He appears to be quite far away from getting them into the ‘correct’ slots, but he concentrates intensely on them:

Other observations of Roo at 14 months:

-He is standing very well. Sometimes when I put him down, he wants to be put down standing instead of sitting. His physical boldness is amazing. He is fantastic at climbing. This afternoon I was standing at the bookshelf and spy out of the corner of my eye a baby levitating in mid-air – or at least, so it appeared! He had climbed up on our Ikea Poang, had his hands on the top of the back, and his feet braced half way up the back, using his arms to hold him up high above the top. He was immensely pleased with himself, and I expect it is the highest he has ever been under his own steam. He got himself back down again just fine, too. He is constantly climbing, and the day that he can walk and carry his chair around at the same time will be the day I wished we didn’t live in a rental and could anchor the furniture to the walls.

- He is fascinated with the toilet & with people using it. He pulls at his nappy when it is wet. He can go for long periods nappy-free without an accident (up to an hour). I suspect if I was a more passionate early childhood educator I would have started toilet training him, despite the fact that he isn’t walking yet. I’m not ready for that! I have gotten his potty out of the cupboard, so we’ll see how far we get with introducing the potty.

- Doors. He loves to open and close them, and he gets upset when they are shut and he can’t open them again. Especially if he has locked himself into a room. Although sometimes when he locks himself into a particularly nice room and it’s nearly naptime, he just lies down and goes to sleep. He is also fascinated by the doorhandle to his room, and grabs at it whenever he is carried past it.

- He understands when someone is leaving, and when it is me, he gets upset. This only just started in the last few days.

- He now knows that grates lift out, and has a good go at every grate he comes across. We may have lost some pieces of toys down the outside drains, in addition to the blocked shower incidents.

- He has the bath plug figured out. He’s just not strong enough to lift it out with water still in the bath. I have had a circle puzzle out for a week or so, and I notice he takes pleasure in lifting the circle out and replacing it whenever he wanders past. For the first few days I thought he wasn’t touching it because it was always put together, but now I’ve seen him using it I know it’s just because he likes to put it back together. He still finds the square and the triangle too difficult, and loses interest and starts throwing them.

- He has started putting himself down for small rests that aren’t naps – just quiet time or closing his eyes for a few minutes. This morning it was on our bed, usually it’s on his own.

- He loves animals. He points and makes noises at animals in real life, television and pictures. Every animals is ‘doo doo’ at the moment, although we’re working on differentation.

- His non-verbal communication is coming along. Last week I got impatient when he was crying and told him he had to tell me what was wrong with either words or symbols, and showed him the symbols again. It was like a lightbulb went off, and since then he has been using sign language when he is hungry or thirsty, and he is being very clear. It’s amazing to finally have clear communication. However, I have discovered that he is hungry a lot! He wants to eat all afternoon from about 3pm. I would love it if he would start signing clearly for a nappy change, since I often miss the pull at the nappy.

- His skills at drinking with the glass are fine, but his cutlery skills are poor. He doesn’t use it at all really. He did show some inclination a few weeks ago, but because we haven’t kept up with assisting in cutlery use consistently, he’s gone back to using his hands or wanting us to feed him. We are in the process of rearranging the main room with the by-product of fitting in his low chair & table into a more accessible spot, so we might be able to be more consistent with him once we have this set up for him to eat lunch at. I hope to find some small shelves and set them up next to the table so he can start setting his own table for lunch and snacks. If anyone knows where I can find some simple, small shelves that don’t take up much space please let me know in the comments!

Roo’s room: 13 months

Roo is 13 months old. His first birthday brought him quite a number of new toys, and it seemed like the new toys and the old toys had entered into a conspiracy to infiltrate every floor surface in our home. A few weeks ago I finally corralled them all into his room, and this week I finally sorted all the toys into tubs and started with an almost clean slate. Nigel & I rearranged his room a little to accommodate a few new gifts and needs. Unfortunately, this period of toy chaos coincided with Roo’s desire to remove gratings, drop things down drains, and hide things inside and behind other things, and has meant that quite a few pieces of toys have been lost. I still have hopes of finding almost everything as we clean the house.

Here is Roo’s room at 13 months. The view from the door:

The play mat is from Ikea, and Nigel chose it when we returned a lighthouse puzzle birthday gift that had been a duplicate (thanks Alyce & family!). The cupboard is his ‘garage’ and houses things with wheels. He has basically no interest in playing with them at the moment, but he has mastered the art of pushing a car around :) On top of the garage is his toothbrush and hairbrush. Usually they are in a little dish but it was missing when I took these photos.

The pail in the above shot (and yes, I am wishing I had shuffled the garage over and set the pail upright *before* taking this shot) is for his dirty clothes. The painting on the wall, that used to be blu-tacked on, is now stuck on with velcro command strips. He did and does love pulling it down, but it comes down a lot less with the velcro. In fact, sometimes it stays up for days. The train is missing a screw that was accidentally trodden on and broken, but Roo thinks this is a perfect place to store the screwdriver that came with the train, and in fact he likes putting the screwdriver in and out of its slot quite a lot.

The afore-mentioned grooming station:

This boy loves to brush his teeth:

He does not, however, love to walk. He can stand a little, but when presented with the Radio Flyer wagon sits firmly on his bum. In the next picture the wagon is filled with random toys. Those will soon go into the cupboard and a handful of carefully chosen toys will go into it instead. Just haven’t got to that yet. You can also spy his reading corner:

Demonstrating how the screwdriver goes in and out of its spot:

Looking straight at the other side of the room:

The reading corner:

Roo can now fetch books for himself and put them away. His interest in books is growing, to my pleasure. He also has a handful of stuffed toys out in this corner, they get rotated every now and then (he has so many stuffed toys!). He shows little interest in the stuffed toys unless we also play with them. He does like the girl doll a lot, he gives her baby kisses when I bring her out (which means he presses his face into her face). The lamb toy is also a favourite to chew on. Nigel enjoys using the toys that are also puppets, so a few more have come out of the cupboard since this picture was taken.

Below are his shelves, oddly devoid of toys:

I was waiting to see what skills Roo wanted to practice before filling his shelves again. Since this picture, a money-box toy and a puzzle toy have gone out as well.

The bowl contains a small collection of throwing toys – the puzzle ball was a birthday gift from friends bought from a local craftsperson. It is beautifully made, easy to grasp and rolls just the right amount. The other ball in there is a hackysack from The Oxfam Shop, which I love for the ethical origins and the lovely colours and texture and lightness yet heft of it.

The three balls & box I bought on impulse from a chemist – they were sitting on a table next to the queue. I’m so glad I bought them as he has had plenty of use from them. They were originally given to Roo many months ago without the plastic rings in the holes, so that he could drop the balls right through. He enjoyed that, and has loved using the balls without the box as well. I put the plastic rings back in (thankfully it was easy – I was wondering if I had ‘broken’ this aspect of the toy by prying them out earlier). He now has the hang of pressing the ball through the holes, but seems to enjoy lifting them out and placing them back even more than pressing them through. He will also tip the box up and drop the balls through the door.

The bowl of lego is a bit beyond his skill at the moment – he enjoys looking at pieces and pulling apart things that are stuck together but isn’t anywhere near putting pieces together himself. The collection is on view partly because it is something his siblings can play with when in his room.

The heater isn’t needed anymore, plus he has figured out how to turn it on, so it will come out of the room very soon.

The floor bed is still working wonderfully. He now lets us tuck him in at night and at nap times, and sometimes doesn’t leave the bed until after the nap/morning. The cards on the wall are no longer his birth cards but his birthday and baptism cards. One of them is a musical card that sings when you open it, and it comes down every now and then for him to play with it – he loves it.

The chair is much too big for him, but is out because when I was moving it between cupboards he climbed up on it and was very proud of himself. So I thought we will see whether he wants to do that again.

This is a shot from slightly further out so that you can see that the mobile is still there:

The last angle, in which you can see his basket of play silks that are still very popular with all the kids:

A shot of the reading corner in use. What a pity he stopped looking at the book once he heard the camera. Can you spot the toothbrush? This is its last known sighting; it has since gone missing:

A record of his joy when the camera first came out:

At some point soon I plan to do a review of how his room has changed. Maybe after he is a year and a half old.

My dream house #3

My dream house is small – as small as it can be while still offering room for creative pursuits and guests.

  • When I build a house, it will have no separate room for laundry. I use ours at the moments and think about how unnecessary it is – a whole other space to maintain. My dream house will probably not even have a European cupboard setup. I like the look of washing machines in the kitchen next to the dishwasher – especially right next to a large flat surface for folding on. This one is cute:
  • When I build a house, it will have a covered porch with plenty of washing line running underneath.
  • It will also have overhead drying racksinside the house, if possible right near the washing machine:
  • If we have a dryer (which will depend on how many kids are living at home and how many indoor drying racks we fit in), it will be in the kitchen near the washing machine, vented to the outside.

Science

I provided a dish, a jug (to be the ‘volcano’), vinegar, bicarb soda, and food dye… the kids did the rest.

They had a *wonderful* time. Afterwards, their father took them through the chemical makeup of the compounds, ions, molecules, reactions, bases, acids, all those things that aren’t my speciality. Later, we discovered that the mixture had eaten through the finish on the table! Good thing it was a cheap eBay table that is too small for our family now. All future science experiments will be conducted outside, and I am now sold on the cleaning power of vinegar and bi-carb soda.

 

Playdough

Roo and Daddy played with playdough!

 

The Pinterest Make Me Challenge: Finger paint

I saw, I pinned, we did!

I missed the submission deadline for the Young House Love Pinterest challenge, despite getting all motivated and actually making two of the things on my Pinterest boards. Turns out, when one challenge closes, another one opens! The Pinterest Make Me Challenge – thanks Alyce & mummytofive. (By the way, the project Alyce blogged about was fabric memory game tiles for Roo. Lucky baby – and he appreciates them too, carries them all around the house.)

Today I decided to do a third project from my Pinterest boards: Finger painting with edible paint. I got the idea and recipe from one of my favourite blogs, How We Montessori. Almost everything I do is copied from somewhere, and this blog in particular inspires many of things I am doing with Roo at the moment.

As for the details, I mixed up the recipe in the inspiration post, which is one cup of flour to one cup of water. I only used less than half, so if you don’t want enormous amounts of paint just make half. Although next time I might put it all out to see how that changes the play. I ended up using a stick blender to get it smooth.

I then divided it into three and mixed in three different coloured food dyes. I used a lot more dye than I thought I would, since I wanted vibrant colours. Roo was naked, in his Ikea Antilop high chair. I used the tray that comes with the chair, it is perfect for these sorts of things. I had a towel underneath the chair to catch the inevitable drips.

Once the session was over I put him straight into the bath. I was relieved to see that everything was easy to clean up, and the only things that were stained were my fingers and a little bit of his arm – everything else washed off or out easily. Oh and the strap on his high chair now has purple spots, which I’m ok with. My fingers are almost back to normal and its only a few hours later.

This was definitely not finger painting, more of a sensory experience. Roo is not really interested in crayons or drawing, and I think he liked this mostly for the experience of colourful goop on his hands. For the next little while, I will probably put out only two colours, so that the end result is not brown. The only reason for this is my own distaste for muddy brown.

Here follows a photo essay entitled ‘My First Paint’. I won’t blame you if you don’t make it through… I took a lot of photos. On the other hand, Aunty Monika, eat your heart out.