Messy Days

We had several pots filled with dirt and failed flower seeds sitting on our front porch. I was tired of looking at evidence of my failure as a gardener, so I decided to dump the pots out and let Lydia play in the dirt.




She was more interested in stacking the flower pots, which was a good thing. I later found out that the dirt was filled with tiny splinters, a fact I didn't discover until I swept it away with my hand, and came away with a palm that would make a porcupine jealous. I'm still tweezing splinters out of my hand today.



After Lydia lost interest in stacking pots, I decided to make things even messier. I pulled out some paintbrushes and water so Lydia could "paint" the steps, door, and walls. Why didn't I think of this earlier? This is a genius idea- one given to me by my friend Jessica. Lydia "painted" happily for more than an hour. She never does ANYTHING for more than an hour.

And just so you know, I DO Lydia's hair every day. I promise. This particular day began with the cutest pigtails you've ever seen. But after teaching a gazillion piano students, I just don't feel like re-doing it. I understand if you're horrified. But I'm not going to change.