This past Friday L1 & L3 went to a special karate event at the UofR, leaving L4 & I home for the evening. We had a grand, though quiet, time. She spent the evening either constructing various play areas with her favorite things of the moment, “cooking”, or trying to do what mama was doing. The cooking made me laugh because she used her lego blocks and scrap fabrics as her “food.” She cooked zucchini bread, beans, and had syrup to pour on it all from her tea kettle. She had an entire meal of “beans” ready for me to eat with her. I eventually heated up some leftover black bean soup and cornbread scones from earlier in the week and ate them on the floor with her. (Recipes from a Moosewood cookbook, yum.) The culmination of the evening, for me, was sitting on the floor with L4, turning a blanket I had just sewn the first stages of to its right-side. I was trimming around the many scallops of its edge and L4 decided that she wanted to cut fabric, too. Using the scissors one of her old “teachers” at school gave her, she sat next to me doing just that. I don’t know that her scissors actually did any cutting, but she enjoyed herself nonetheless.
As an aside, I’ve been having quite the interesting time trying to teach L4 how to say fabric correctly. She just can’t seem to get it. Instead it comes out something like fag&*t, much to my chagrin. Doubly so when we are in a fabric store and she shouts it at the top of her lungs! And what 2.5 year-old is going to use a quieter voice in a store when Mama asks and said little one thinks it is soooo funny to be loud? *sigh* At least she likes being at the fabric store, most of the time.