One of the things that I have been struggling with recently is simply entertaining the kids. With winter well and truly on its way, the weather has taken a turn for the worse and I find myself unable to open the patio doors and let the kids run free. Its all too tempting to turn the television on. However, I'm trying really hard not to do this, especially after recent local NCT discussions on just how bad television can be for them. We have been doing the usual things; colouring, playdough and painting. However, after a while these get a bit boring, so I have been trying to do a few more unusual craft activities. You might like to have a go at the following;
- Making spiders webs out of spagetti, PVA glue or selloptape
- Making replica fireworks
- Making paperchains- this has proved really popular
- Potato printing- a classic activity which is often forgotten
- Bubble printing- put washing up liquid in a bowl with some food dye and plenty of water. get your toddler to blow down the straw into the water to create lots of bubbles and put the paper on top
- Creating plays from sock puppets
If you have any more ideas please share them in the comments section.
Storm clouds have been brewing over St Albans all day, don't you think?
Anyway, the bloke up the road reckons that snow will be due this week
as his boiler has broken down. I was clearly rather surprised. Well, somewhere in England anyhow
was the crestfallen reply. I met him on my return from the doctors, my
three week coldy fluey thing finally requiring antibiotics- or so I
thought.
Anyway, I waited my turn, braving plaque, norovirus, small pox and the elderly need for a chat. My diagnosis? You have a cold. MMM thanks,
I thought that, but they don't normally last this long. Still, I was
vindicated as the acute conjunctivitis which is apparently part and
parcel of a cold was requiring of antibiotic drops, perhaps I should
drink the fluid instead.
Pondering all this, I wandered past St
Albans Abbey to get my prescription from big brand pharmacy. (I feel a
bit embarrassed constantly going to local pharmacy for drugs, they
might think I'm always ill.) There I was alone, except for baby and red
coat when a teenager came up to me. It, ( I cant tell the sex these
days ) said, This is the Winter of My Discontent and walked
off just as enigmatically. Two thoughts crossed my mind, firstly, I bet
you are a public school pupil and secondly, just wait till you have
kids...