Since Valentine's Day had come and gone, I modified the project and turned it into a matching game for Lincoln. I had pinched (<---that there's criminal speak for "stolen") 10 rocks from the apartment complex, and discovered upon arriving home that Lincoln had, in his first act of hoodlum-ism, tossed an additional 2 rocks into the bag. So we began our project with an even dozen smooth, palm-sized rocks.
Before starting, I cut out 5 pairs of matching shapes from small scraps of fabric using pinking shears (in case you are wondering...hearts, circles, squares, rectangles, and triangles). Why only 5 sets, when I had 12 rocks? Because stars proved INCREDIBLY hard to cut out that small with pinking shears, and I only just now thought of the possibility of diamonds. Oops.
Onto the fun part!
Now, I bet you are wondering how exactly we plan to use these (right? right??). You're in luck! I plan to tell you, via an adorable photo set of my son and some witty captions (fist pump!).
Ok, the first one doesn't come with a picture. I plan to keep the rocks in a drawstring pouch. We will pull the rocks out one at a time and make piles of matches. We may also place the rocks face down on the floor and take turns turning them over, a la Memory.
This exciting use is called "perilously stack them on top of another large rock." Fun! (Also, notice, if you will, the red elastic band peeking out from the young balancers pants...big boy undawess!)
You could see if your dog would like to eat one (nope). But feel free to yell "Webwy, no no no eat wocks!" anyway. (a side note: up until this week, our dog, Wembley, has been pronounced "Wedy" by Lincoln. It has now morphed into "Webwy.")
Hope you enjoyed this long and rambling blog post trying to pass itself off as some kind of tutorial. I'm done now.
:)
Do I dare say, potty trained??!
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